05-20-2018, 08:15 PM
She’s alone, slithering through the woods as she often did when night began to fall upon the land. Silently she moved through the trees, stepping over the twigs and stones that littered the pathway. Around her creatures of every size fled from the effects of her red fingers of fear as they teased and prodded anything containing a heartbeat. Sending her feelers ahead her glowing tendrils froze as they stumbled upon the one called Jesper. Her nephew. Smiling wickedly, she followed the pull of his discomfort, lingering behind the shadows as her glowing green eyes planted themselves upon his bruised black frame.
He was Morty’s most favorite plaything and she felt the enjoyment the king felt exacting his wrath upon the island dweller. Undoubtedly, he would recognize her scent. They were kin, but she knew that her most recent and drastic changes would startle him. Feeling particularly inspired she sent her aura forward and wrapped it around him, squeezing ever so slightly to intensify the fear he already felt. It was almost no fun tormenting a soul that someone had already gotten to first, but that fact alone was not enough to convince her release her hold upon him.
Peeling away from the shadows she stepped towards him, her movements slow and purposeful. Nearly black she couldn’t help but notice the similarities between them. They were, without a doubt, related – a fact she didn’t care to hide. She wanted others to know that not all of Brennen’s offspring drooled over him. Jesper, unfortunately, was one of those that hung on every word that fell from her sperm donor father’s mouth. She squeezed tighter.
“Hello Jesper,” she greeted, her voice nearly a hiss. “My, my, aren’t we far from home?”
@[Jesper]
He was Morty’s most favorite plaything and she felt the enjoyment the king felt exacting his wrath upon the island dweller. Undoubtedly, he would recognize her scent. They were kin, but she knew that her most recent and drastic changes would startle him. Feeling particularly inspired she sent her aura forward and wrapped it around him, squeezing ever so slightly to intensify the fear he already felt. It was almost no fun tormenting a soul that someone had already gotten to first, but that fact alone was not enough to convince her release her hold upon him.
Peeling away from the shadows she stepped towards him, her movements slow and purposeful. Nearly black she couldn’t help but notice the similarities between them. They were, without a doubt, related – a fact she didn’t care to hide. She wanted others to know that not all of Brennen’s offspring drooled over him. Jesper, unfortunately, was one of those that hung on every word that fell from her sperm donor father’s mouth. She squeezed tighter.
“Hello Jesper,” she greeted, her voice nearly a hiss. “My, my, aren’t we far from home?”
@[Jesper]