Re: Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 2: Medieval Village]
07-17-2011, 09:08 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.
Kekarie was not amused. Tricked into performing the bidding of a Witch was not at all something it wanted to do.
“Stay.”
And Kekarie did. It stayed in the house at least.
As soon as her back was turned, Kekarie lunged at The Witch, trying to attack her with his beak, the witch simply turned to smoke. Moving and engulfing her new pet within her form in an attempt to suffocate him, Kekarie, being a wind spirit, and not exactly needing to breathe, simply grew angrier.
As Kekarie shot out the air bullets, The Witch was content with her newest servant, reforming back to normal and simply telling Kekarie “stop.”
And to its dismay, it did.
Moments later, The Witch decided she would freshen up for a bit while the potion settled in, and she left Kekarie alone in the cabin, with orders to “stay on the carpet”. Sitting down and scratching its head with its third arm, Kekarie took a good look around the abode of The Witch.
It was a rather nice home, but there wasn’t a lot of furniture, just a sofa and a coffee table. Across from the sofa was a large metal screen. Further back was more of the home, where The Witch and her cat had retreated for the moment. Turning around, Kekarie saw what it thought was a fireplace, however, upon taking a closer look, it saw flowing lava over a grate. Above this lava-place, were a few pictures, one of which seemed to be a younger witch across from a man in an odd robe.
Feeling the potion growing in strength and definitively not wanting to deal with witch again, Kekarie, gripped the carpet and bent its legs. Looking upwards and shooting out an air bullet large enough to break through the roof, Kekarie spread its wings and began to fly out of the stupid cabin and into freedom!
Or at least it wished it did. Upon leaping up with the carpet gripped tight, Kekarie was brought right back down to the floor. And having seen the whole thing, The Witch, voluptuous as ever, and now fresh as a daisy, slid into the room and walked over to her bird. Continuing her steady steps, she took the picture of her and the man in the robe. “Oh, memories. I bet you are just wondering all about this picture aren’t you?”
Kekarie, for the record, couldn’t care less, but it wasn’t exactly in a position to respond.
“Yes, yes, yes, now come with me and listen as I tell you the tale of the most horrible man to ever walk this Earth... and why I love him.”
Kekarie was not amused. Tricked into performing the bidding of a Witch was not at all something it wanted to do.
“Stay.”
And Kekarie did. It stayed in the house at least.
As soon as her back was turned, Kekarie lunged at The Witch, trying to attack her with his beak, the witch simply turned to smoke. Moving and engulfing her new pet within her form in an attempt to suffocate him, Kekarie, being a wind spirit, and not exactly needing to breathe, simply grew angrier.
As Kekarie shot out the air bullets, The Witch was content with her newest servant, reforming back to normal and simply telling Kekarie “stop.”
And to its dismay, it did.
Moments later, The Witch decided she would freshen up for a bit while the potion settled in, and she left Kekarie alone in the cabin, with orders to “stay on the carpet”. Sitting down and scratching its head with its third arm, Kekarie took a good look around the abode of The Witch.
It was a rather nice home, but there wasn’t a lot of furniture, just a sofa and a coffee table. Across from the sofa was a large metal screen. Further back was more of the home, where The Witch and her cat had retreated for the moment. Turning around, Kekarie saw what it thought was a fireplace, however, upon taking a closer look, it saw flowing lava over a grate. Above this lava-place, were a few pictures, one of which seemed to be a younger witch across from a man in an odd robe.
Feeling the potion growing in strength and definitively not wanting to deal with witch again, Kekarie, gripped the carpet and bent its legs. Looking upwards and shooting out an air bullet large enough to break through the roof, Kekarie spread its wings and began to fly out of the stupid cabin and into freedom!
Or at least it wished it did. Upon leaping up with the carpet gripped tight, Kekarie was brought right back down to the floor. And having seen the whole thing, The Witch, voluptuous as ever, and now fresh as a daisy, slid into the room and walked over to her bird. Continuing her steady steps, she took the picture of her and the man in the robe. “Oh, memories. I bet you are just wondering all about this picture aren’t you?”
Kekarie, for the record, couldn’t care less, but it wasn’t exactly in a position to respond.
“Yes, yes, yes, now come with me and listen as I tell you the tale of the most horrible man to ever walk this Earth... and why I love him.”