Dru at The Chimera...
Where: The Chimera
When: Nightfall September 8th (same time as in the Willow-post)
Who: Drusilla and anyone that hasn't picked a side yet, or want to give offers...
What: Chatting up dinner and future friends...
Princess had to giggle at it all. It crawled all over me. Like sliddering snakes, all the darkness that the itsy bitsy white dog had spread when she became a bad dog. I had to giggle. It was so much fun to be a Princess these days! And the faires laughed and giggled with me. Yes, yes, they said. Do what pleases you, my dear, they sang. Dancing down the stairs I nodded at them all. "Yes, of course my dears!" The last steps I took in a big jump, just because I could. Then I sneaked like a little lizard up to the bartender. He was new. The last one had been so very tasty, he just couldn't stay. Sad thing really, he had been a true knight.
The new bartender jumped, when Princess pocked him in the side. "Mommy is hungry, please give a sweet little drink to me..." I said, tilting my head to the side. "I can be a good girl." When he was done trembling he did. Princesses favorite to. From the pink little bottle. Yum, yum, yum. Babies blood. Princess favorite. It just lacked the sweet taste of fear. A hunt tonight for Princess would be in order. No nasty old men. Some little girls should still be in town. Or there mommy's would be very, very naughty indeed.
The bartender held my blood in a glass, after he had stopped shaking. "Thank you, sweet boy" I said patting his cheek. Bringing my glass, I walked around the tables. My home, dears. And such a nice place it is. The white dogs surely had no such thing. Maybe the bad dogs did. Princess cared not. The hunt and the pain is all that matters. Yes, yes, the fairies sang. We honor you above all.
When: Nightfall September 8th (same time as in the Willow-post)
Who: Drusilla and anyone that hasn't picked a side yet, or want to give offers...
What: Chatting up dinner and future friends...
Princess had to giggle at it all. It crawled all over me. Like sliddering snakes, all the darkness that the itsy bitsy white dog had spread when she became a bad dog. I had to giggle. It was so much fun to be a Princess these days! And the faires laughed and giggled with me. Yes, yes, they said. Do what pleases you, my dear, they sang. Dancing down the stairs I nodded at them all. "Yes, of course my dears!" The last steps I took in a big jump, just because I could. Then I sneaked like a little lizard up to the bartender. He was new. The last one had been so very tasty, he just couldn't stay. Sad thing really, he had been a true knight.
The new bartender jumped, when Princess pocked him in the side. "Mommy is hungry, please give a sweet little drink to me..." I said, tilting my head to the side. "I can be a good girl." When he was done trembling he did. Princesses favorite to. From the pink little bottle. Yum, yum, yum. Babies blood. Princess favorite. It just lacked the sweet taste of fear. A hunt tonight for Princess would be in order. No nasty old men. Some little girls should still be in town. Or there mommy's would be very, very naughty indeed.
The bartender held my blood in a glass, after he had stopped shaking. "Thank you, sweet boy" I said patting his cheek. Bringing my glass, I walked around the tables. My home, dears. And such a nice place it is. The white dogs surely had no such thing. Maybe the bad dogs did. Princess cared not. The hunt and the pain is all that matters. Yes, yes, the fairies sang. We honor you above all.