She's prodding a black and white striped 'cake', humming thoughtfully as fork pierces it and she brings a fair chunk to her lips to eat. The meaty insult to baked confections oozing with blood and thicker stuff as she does.
She chews, tilting head this way and that while she considers the foodstuff. One would think, with her visage that of a goat, that she would be more partial to sustenance of a more leafy nature, but the sharp canines she's tearing into the meat with say otherwise.
Yet, even still...
". . . No, I just don't get why would one make cake out of zebra, still."
Rhok'zan is going to be hung up on this mortal peculiarity for awhile now, isn't she? Now she just thinks the ones sold in stores are cheap replicas of the real thing, but how can she make this on par with something mortals make little effigies of with such glee? She has plenty of people worshipping her, maybe she'll take a peak at their cooking skills.
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WAIT WE GOT A NEW RELEASE DATE?
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"Chocolate stripes?" There's a brief moment of confusion from the eldritch goddess, before it finally clicked into her head that one wouldn't need to put stripes on something that already had stripes. "Oh! I thought you had meant little cakes made from zebras, I was contemplating how that would even be palatable for most."
"Yeah, the little cakes with chocolate stripes on them." This lady had an impressive fur suit! It looked so life like, while Streber wasn't that much of a furry himself he could appreciate a well made fur suit!
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. . . He's not wrong, per se--
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"A Zebra... cake..." Rhok'zan is thinking of the logistics behind such a thing, unawares of the lack of direct link between Zebra and the actual food item.
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Need to be more active on here and fuck around w/ my more obscure characters...
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The Princess seemed relieved when they chuckled in response to what was, even to her, a poor attempt at jest. Hands wrung one another as they watched, only made warier when they approach.
Before came a question. One that seemed to make her go so still one might lose track of her were they not looking straight at her. As still as the dead. What is her name? There's a dreadfully long moment between the two where she merely stares. Like a deer in headlights, eyes too wide, while she seemed to struggle with the question.
"I'd... much prefer to just be called Princess, if that's alright."
A very noncommittal answer, as she avoided eye contact as well. Why didn't she know her own name...?
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ There was a light chuckle at her attempt to make light of the situation. "Yeah, the rent seems affordable but the quality of living seems to have a lot to be desired."
Stop that. Chatting and joking with her is only going to make slaying her that much harder for you, the Narrator chimed in.
You seem rather adamant at using the word 'slay' instead of 'kill' or 'murder,' the Hero retorted.
Because to murder would imply you're doing something wrong, and you're not, you're saving the world by slaying her.
"My name is Yu-nae. What's yours?" No, dammit.
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@clrbox sent: oh, well, this is weird! probably? the pyro clad in red stares indescernibly at the tall eldritch woman. frankly, they’re surprised anything they read in that strange book worked, though perhaps not as surprised as a rational mind would be. they continue to stare, silent, only thing audible from the strange individual their laboured breathing behind the gas mask. and then, they take out a little toy teaset, holding out a cup for the woman to take. “hrmhphghr hghr hr?” sounds like they’re asking for her to share some tea with them! will she accept?
"Mortal, who dares summon Ln'eta the Starspawn-" It had begun like it usually does. The theatrical effect of all the light being siphoned to the point of the outer goddess's point of summoning, the candlelight flaring, and even the ominous booming voice. A beacon of world-ending cataclysm and madness imposing itself unto this plane.
The grandiose air began to dissipate, however, as Ln'eta took in her surroundings.
"-and bring about the... end of..." she drawled on, not really getting to the end of her routine.
Ln'eta, truthfully, was a bit flabbergasted. Which, for her, was certainly an accomplishment. While she wasn't quite as long-lived as some of her family, she did pride herself on getting out a lot. She got summoned more times than she could count (that's a lie, she could count that high, but that's the saying) and yet...
This was a new one.
The Starspawn had just enough time to be confused by the whole affair before she really registered what had been offered to her.
Well, it's a little hard to drive the already mad... mad, so-
"Oh, of course I would love to!" She replied, giddily taking the little teacup (more-so with her fingernails than the fingers themselves) from Pyro.
It certainly beat the usual reasons for her summoning, so who was Ln'eta to complain? This beat idiots wanting total power any day.
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Also, so sorry some of the images aren't working on the blog, it's because of the whole Discord image bs. I still haven't gotten around to fixing them because I'm still doing a lot of multitasking working on stuff.
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@godbornofexcess sent: Question for the mun, which Princess is your most favorite? Either in terms of looks or in terms of character.
That's a real toughie... I have a lot of love for all of them, really, so it's hard to pick just one.
If you forced me, I'd still end up stuck between Damsel and Witch, though. I adore the vibes of Witch, while Damsel really is just a sweetie...
Truthfully, I probably couldn't choose between the two for my life. It's one of 'em, at least.
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"Back in my day, they made spells so you lasted longer! I once had a woman in bed for seventeen nights because she'd sworn me into a pact to not stop until she had! Why do mortals want to orgasm immediately nowadays? 'Sorry, honey, I can't make you experience intimacy and passion; just have an orgasm and go back to bed, okay?' This is ridiculous!"
Rhok'zan has started cursing in several languages either so old there aren't even records of them anymore or were never meant for mortal tongue, excuse her. She'll calm down eventually.
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"Who even does that? That takes all the enjoyment out of the experience if there's no build-up to it. I'll never understand mortals."
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woman who did nothing wrong
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"I hope there's no Princesses in other basements. I'm barely getting by, I can't imagine how well they're doing." It was an attempt at a joke, apparently, given the sheepish little grin on her face, but it's gone just as quick as it had come. The Princess wasn't quite sure still why the other was talking aloud, and it was still quite worrying to imagine the other was a touch inebriated trying to rescue her.
Still, they're the first person she's encountered in... well, she wasn't even sure how long. So it was either this stranger or likely nobody.
"Well, I couldn't exactly stop you." She said, glancing again to the chain before looking back to Yunae. "Though, ah, yes, you can come closer..."
Not that she was any less equal parts worried and hopeful. It was her fast chance of escape since she'd been trapped down here, after all.
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ "That makes sense," the Hero spoke to Yunae. "She seems harmless enough, or at the very least, she's not world-endingly dangerous; otherwise those chains wouldn't be able to hold her."
"Maybe it's a case of mistaken identity;" Yunae muttered to the other two voices, fully aware of how crazy they looked right now, but having no other way to communicate with the Narrarator or the Hero. "Maybe our princess is in another basement, or whoever put her down here mistook her for the apocalyptic princess we've been told about."
"I assure you, there is no other princess than this one." Said the Narrarator. "This is the only princess you need to worry about, and the only one you need to slay."
"Well... I guess it's not like you can disprove a negative, so it's not like I can ask for proof that you're not a threat." Yunae said aloud, directed clearly at the princess versus the muttering they were to the other disembodied presences.
"Do you mind if I come closer?" They would not say whether they wanted to get closer to look at the chai s or to harm her; they didn't want the Narrator nor the potentially dangerous Princess to know what they wanted to do.
@spkyscry
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And let me guess. You want me to pretend to be your mother and comfort you?
Rhok'zan from Sucker for Love: Date to Die for. This was a sketch lying around in my fanart folder for a while... then I got a cool new lining brush and thought it would be nice to brush up on rendering! I think it turned out nice.
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omg that's me. i'm ddlc gang--
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There's a moment where the Princess looked like she was going to say more, until the sound of pops and clatter of chain seemed to take the entirety of her attention. There the princess sat, staring at the chain like it might lash out at her. A brief pause, delicate hands taking the cold metal and looking at one of the points it had been broken off at; as if to make sure herself that she was, indeed, freed from the wall.
Her gaze returned to Oz, looking mystified up at them, before a hand reached up to take theirs and gingerly rise to her feet. The Princess seemed, perhaps, taken aback that things had gone so swimmingly. There's a pause as she, hesitantly, took steps away from the wall. It seemed like she was expecting this to be a trick. Getting to where the chain would stop and then taking another slow step. When, of all things, nothing happened besides the chain she still had around her wrist swaying in the air, there was a shockingly giddy squeak to escape her.
"You- You actually did it!"
Voice filled the dreary basement like a bonfire in a bleak forest. Suddenly, there was life, and it flourished. Hands clap together, bouncing on feet while she enjoyed her newfound partial freedom. She's quick to look toward the passageway upward, then back to Oz with a hopeful glimmer in her eye.
It seemed she was almost asking permission to exit the basement, with how long she'd been trapped down here.
"It wouldn't be any trouble.. just in case you change your mind."
Oz felt themself cave inwardly, shoulders drooping slightly. She didn't seem all that bad, she was indulging the phobia's antics well enough. That wasn't to mention the fact she was simply thanking their efforts, despite not knowing if they would succeed or not.
The phobia on their shoulder sighed as their hold on the shackle tightened. Metal groaned for a moment before a series of short pops sounded, pieces of the chain links dropping to the floor.
They rose to their feet, offering a hand to the princess as their gaze drifted towards the disconnected shackle still clinging to her wrist.
"You don't have to thank me, really... It's the least I can do. I can, uh, get the rest of it off too! I'd just need another second.."
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