RE: Star Riding
09-26-2018, 04:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-26-2018, 04:42 PM by Dustbite.)
You get off the bench with a loud creak and walk over towards the two catgirls. They seem like they have some sort of plan to get out of here, right? The white one's eyes land on you and she starts fiddling with a light green gemstone around her neck, tail swishing angrily and eyes narrowed. The chubbier on doesn't notice you yet, still swinging away at the walls.
"Uh...hey." You state awkwardly.
The white-furred one looks down at you over her nose, "What? What do you want shorty?"
Your brows furrow as you look down to the ground. Geez, you thought these two would be a little nicer, "What are two doing?" You ask, observing the shorter girl as she scratches away at the wall.
When you ask this, the two burst into laughter again, holding onto each other for support as they howl with glee. Then all of a sudden they stop, eyes looking dark as the shorter one puts the three of you in a huddle.
"We've been, like, waiting for death for like, so long on our adventure. After 12 years of it all, you just want it to like, come to an end at some point." She whispers, dull claws digging into your fleshy human back. God that hurts.
The taller girl hums, holding her tail in her hand as she breaks away from the huddle. She leans over to you as the chubbier girl starts scratching the wall again, "Loco's been hearing some voices recently, they're telling her now to 'dull her claws'. Just want to help her out by us ending it quickly together. Any sign of crazy will get you locked up and suffering for the rest of your life. Can't let that happen to my sister from another mister."
She breaks away from you and her face turns from pity to anger as she places a hand on her hip, " Now scram, buttercup. Don't want to see your face near me again."
You back off until the two starts talking to each other again, laughing quieter this time. One of the guards come in wearing a blood-splattered tunic. They pick up the still-sleeping old man and haul him off down the corridor, a trail of drool following the two in their wake.
The spider-like male is still sitting at the bars but he's now humming.
The two pirates seem to be arguing now.
The catgirls seem slightly hostile towards you.
You presume that the old man is now dead.
"Uh...hey." You state awkwardly.
The white-furred one looks down at you over her nose, "What? What do you want shorty?"
Your brows furrow as you look down to the ground. Geez, you thought these two would be a little nicer, "What are two doing?" You ask, observing the shorter girl as she scratches away at the wall.
When you ask this, the two burst into laughter again, holding onto each other for support as they howl with glee. Then all of a sudden they stop, eyes looking dark as the shorter one puts the three of you in a huddle.
"We've been, like, waiting for death for like, so long on our adventure. After 12 years of it all, you just want it to like, come to an end at some point." She whispers, dull claws digging into your fleshy human back. God that hurts.
The taller girl hums, holding her tail in her hand as she breaks away from the huddle. She leans over to you as the chubbier girl starts scratching the wall again, "Loco's been hearing some voices recently, they're telling her now to 'dull her claws'. Just want to help her out by us ending it quickly together. Any sign of crazy will get you locked up and suffering for the rest of your life. Can't let that happen to my sister from another mister."
She breaks away from you and her face turns from pity to anger as she places a hand on her hip, " Now scram, buttercup. Don't want to see your face near me again."
You back off until the two starts talking to each other again, laughing quieter this time. One of the guards come in wearing a blood-splattered tunic. They pick up the still-sleeping old man and haul him off down the corridor, a trail of drool following the two in their wake.
The spider-like male is still sitting at the bars but he's now humming.
The two pirates seem to be arguing now.
The catgirls seem slightly hostile towards you.
You presume that the old man is now dead.