<font color="blood red" face=verdana size=1>-*-Idle Contemplation-*- {Solstice & Sedusa}</font> -- Devil's Throneroom

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Date Posted: 09:27:50 09/01/02 Sun
Author: Skajira
Author Host/IP: 212.67.99.148
Subject: -*-Idle Contemplation-*- {Solstice & Sedusa}

-*-Orbs laconically half-exposed, the presently feline Devil-King stirs not from his throne, apparently half-asleep, as a proud mare and a foolish one ingress in swift succession. But his rounded ears swivel, one to each intruder, and listen far more keenly than it would first appear.

Leaving them both waiting a long moment, he closes his eyes, yawns casually, exposing teeth made for slicing flesh, and stretches, tail twitching and back arched.

Suddenly his cruel yellow eyes snap open and he stands, gaze ripping unwaveringly into that of the idiot she-witch with delusions or grandeur. The pupils narrow to icy slits as he takes in the situation with ease. *Oh, how delightful! A test pilot for all the delightful instruments in the room next door.* His eyes flick briefly towards the Torture Chamber door, suspended in darkness, as the thought crosses his mind.

The black jaguar shifts his weight slightly, and something alters in the air as he undergoes a transformation, from feline to equine with many strange shapes along the way. Silent paws harden into hooves, murderous fangs become clippers of grass, rounded ears grow long and pointed, the tail splits into the locks of a horse. And within about five minutes there stands on the wide throne a bay stallion, lean and magnificent. His head is dished with Arabian elegance, and his hide gleams mahogany in the weird light, mane and tail still and silken ebony.

But his eyes... They inspire a shudder. Throughout his whole transformation, they remained the same, the same murderous, malicious amber, radiating silent power.

With a sharp glance of assessment he at last addresses the proud fatale by the name of Solstice. Well, what have we here? Hooves clicking on the dark stone comprising the floor, he circles the femme, taking in her scent, sight, and sound, examining... and memorizing. Pulling up to her side, he looks deeply, intrusively into her eyes a moment before appearing to come to a decision. Snake-like his neck suddenly lashes out, teeth snapping at her wither to deal a smarting blow, then returning to face her, so close his hot breath puffs over her face. Yes, indeed. That would be truly superb. If you aid me well, and prove loyal, I guarantee the rewards will be great. His tone is a soft whisper, almost affectionate... dangerously sweet. But if you betray me... let us simply say I am not the merciful type.

With a dismissive nod he turns from her, attention now upon the Jester claiming to be Queen. He snorts, his whole body a sneer, and executes a searingly mocking bow. Well, my Lady, shall I lick your feet? With a sharp twitch his stance becomes deadly, and a violent rumble escapes his throat. I have just said I do not make a habit of mercy... especially for those who so clearly do not deserve it. Not bothering with the drama of a rear, he lunges forward, front nails lashing out for the mare's front, seeking to cut, tear and hurt in any conceivable way, as his sharp ivories snap for the throat.-*-

[OOC: Whoof! I would be very impressed if you read all that! -grins- Did I get a little overenthusiastic at all, in any way? To Sedusa's player: Please, please, please don't take what Skajira says, does, or implies personally! He's an evil, arrogant S.O.B. who I would not want to meet in a dark alley, and unless he powerplays or something I take no responsibility for his actions, however heinous they may be. :-}]

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