Within the Strong Holds of Her Soul
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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1,280
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Stinger in the Roses
Chapter Three
Stinger in the Roses
The base idea for Zilla is from the monster manual 2 book by Dungeons and Dragons.
All other copy righted characters belong to their respective owners.
And please forgive me if this isn’t as well written as the last two chapters, its 4 bloody am! ^_^;
She raced off before her guests could fallow, leaving them to take in the images before them.. the dark hues, contracting against the aged white paint in the background. The garden, seemed to grow with death not life, and this was the whole purpose of the black roses.. her favorite flower..
Rondel would now find Alana joining him by his side as he looked into the garden, a sweet scent drifting through the air, proving that not all was as it seemed. The scent was inviting and seemed to pull the pair closer to the little path that lead towards the manor. The small dirt path was crowded in with over growth from the bushes all about. Dark flowers gave way to thick thorns, ready to rip at the flesh of any that stepped too close to the barbs.
Alana was careful yet she could not help and marvel at the ironic beauty all about. How such lovely flowers, were so often associated with funerals and death. And why.. would her dear friend, choose these as a welcome image to her home?
Rondel was left with similar questions, well he was till something caught his eye... out of the corner of his right one, came a slight movement down one of the many winding minor paths off from the main way. He slipped from the straight way to the manor to look more into what this could be..
Alana did take notice of her fellow traveler taking leave to wander about in the garden... should she or should she not follow? Ah what the hell! It was not long till she was hurrying along the seeming maze of twisting small paths, each laced with the chance to trip over barbed vines.
Rondel was faring no better then Alana, what ever it was that he had caught a glimpse of, was quick and was staying out of his view. A small scurrying of feet, many feet at that, would come from one direction but when he would reach that place, what ever it was that made the sound, would already be gone.. and now it was growing harder and harder to see through or over the bushes. The roses had grown higher and thicker in this area, becoming more of a fabled hedge maze.
Alana was now fairly lost, each turn seemed to give way to more and more ways to lose herself, and the sound of her own heavy breathing as she pushed herselftherther into the thick of the maze, did not aid in tracking Rondel.
It wouldn’t take much longer till she found herself at a dead end. ‘well... no where to turn but back around now.. lovely, I’m fucking lost!’ she growled to herself with mental and now physical exhaustion. As she turned to try and find her way back to the main path.. when Alana would find herself looking up to well.. what appeared to be a very lovely creature.. well lovely from the top half anyway..
The creature smirked down at its find, Zilla, as she called herself, was well pleased to have eluded the male ... thing, and to have captured this little female... would make a nice pet actually. Her human half was as red as her lower scorpion half, the skin so soft to the touch and inhumanly beautiful.. but still, there was the matter of her ‘centaur gone wrong’ appearance. She was what was known by a few as a Stringer, and so aptly named!
The very stringer that rested at the tip of her curled ready to strike tail, dripped eagerly with poison. She stood tip toed (if that is what you wish to call those) upon six spinally legs, her lower half was well armored with the red black exoskeleton.. but as the contrast she was, no clothing or armor would protect the human parts she bearded so freely.
Alana now stood looking up between two red, firm orbs, between these she looked to a lovely face.. though the head was crowned with very little hair, it seemed as if a fine layer covered the creature’s head and then was pulled back into delicate braids. One of the character flaws of such beings, for their insect lineage, they would remain almost hairless, save for the sparse bit that covered their scalps.
Alana would have remained staring up to this impressive entity, should Zilla had not bent slightly at the waist and scooped the girl up in her arms. She lifted Alana as if she were but a feather in the wind, and as easily as she lifted the girl, she dumped the scared one upon her bumpy, armored backside.. just inches away from the ready stinger.
Finally it would come, a scream that had been locked away in Alana’s throat for sometime now. It was silent and choked at first, till it came ripping through the maze with a force that would send chills down the spine of Hercules!
Rondel was quick to answer the cry of terror, being a cry he wished he could have caused.. he would pay what ever it was a visit for stepping in on his frightening territory! Giving up on the maze, Rondel jutted his wings out at his sides then curled in before him.. forming a feathery barrier between his head and chest against the thorns as he barreled through each hedge.
He hunt would come to an end quickly as he crashed through the thorny plants.. coming face to face with some hideous being.. a being that.. held that girl on its back! “oh dear gods.. “ Was all that could leave his lips before with lightening swiftness, that deadly stinger soared through the air and pierced deep into his shoulder.. sending the winged boy into a drugged and fevered sleep.
End for now
Don't worry! Rondel and Alana will make it home soon but ::YAWN!!:: after I have slept ^_^;
Please read and review! I really would like to know if you are enjoying this.
Stinger in the Roses
The base idea for Zilla is from the monster manual 2 book by Dungeons and Dragons.
All other copy righted characters belong to their respective owners.
And please forgive me if this isn’t as well written as the last two chapters, its 4 bloody am! ^_^;
She raced off before her guests could fallow, leaving them to take in the images before them.. the dark hues, contracting against the aged white paint in the background. The garden, seemed to grow with death not life, and this was the whole purpose of the black roses.. her favorite flower..
Rondel would now find Alana joining him by his side as he looked into the garden, a sweet scent drifting through the air, proving that not all was as it seemed. The scent was inviting and seemed to pull the pair closer to the little path that lead towards the manor. The small dirt path was crowded in with over growth from the bushes all about. Dark flowers gave way to thick thorns, ready to rip at the flesh of any that stepped too close to the barbs.
Alana was careful yet she could not help and marvel at the ironic beauty all about. How such lovely flowers, were so often associated with funerals and death. And why.. would her dear friend, choose these as a welcome image to her home?
Rondel was left with similar questions, well he was till something caught his eye... out of the corner of his right one, came a slight movement down one of the many winding minor paths off from the main way. He slipped from the straight way to the manor to look more into what this could be..
Alana did take notice of her fellow traveler taking leave to wander about in the garden... should she or should she not follow? Ah what the hell! It was not long till she was hurrying along the seeming maze of twisting small paths, each laced with the chance to trip over barbed vines.
Rondel was faring no better then Alana, what ever it was that he had caught a glimpse of, was quick and was staying out of his view. A small scurrying of feet, many feet at that, would come from one direction but when he would reach that place, what ever it was that made the sound, would already be gone.. and now it was growing harder and harder to see through or over the bushes. The roses had grown higher and thicker in this area, becoming more of a fabled hedge maze.
Alana was now fairly lost, each turn seemed to give way to more and more ways to lose herself, and the sound of her own heavy breathing as she pushed herselftherther into the thick of the maze, did not aid in tracking Rondel.
It wouldn’t take much longer till she found herself at a dead end. ‘well... no where to turn but back around now.. lovely, I’m fucking lost!’ she growled to herself with mental and now physical exhaustion. As she turned to try and find her way back to the main path.. when Alana would find herself looking up to well.. what appeared to be a very lovely creature.. well lovely from the top half anyway..
The creature smirked down at its find, Zilla, as she called herself, was well pleased to have eluded the male ... thing, and to have captured this little female... would make a nice pet actually. Her human half was as red as her lower scorpion half, the skin so soft to the touch and inhumanly beautiful.. but still, there was the matter of her ‘centaur gone wrong’ appearance. She was what was known by a few as a Stringer, and so aptly named!
The very stringer that rested at the tip of her curled ready to strike tail, dripped eagerly with poison. She stood tip toed (if that is what you wish to call those) upon six spinally legs, her lower half was well armored with the red black exoskeleton.. but as the contrast she was, no clothing or armor would protect the human parts she bearded so freely.
Alana now stood looking up between two red, firm orbs, between these she looked to a lovely face.. though the head was crowned with very little hair, it seemed as if a fine layer covered the creature’s head and then was pulled back into delicate braids. One of the character flaws of such beings, for their insect lineage, they would remain almost hairless, save for the sparse bit that covered their scalps.
Alana would have remained staring up to this impressive entity, should Zilla had not bent slightly at the waist and scooped the girl up in her arms. She lifted Alana as if she were but a feather in the wind, and as easily as she lifted the girl, she dumped the scared one upon her bumpy, armored backside.. just inches away from the ready stinger.
Finally it would come, a scream that had been locked away in Alana’s throat for sometime now. It was silent and choked at first, till it came ripping through the maze with a force that would send chills down the spine of Hercules!
Rondel was quick to answer the cry of terror, being a cry he wished he could have caused.. he would pay what ever it was a visit for stepping in on his frightening territory! Giving up on the maze, Rondel jutted his wings out at his sides then curled in before him.. forming a feathery barrier between his head and chest against the thorns as he barreled through each hedge.
He hunt would come to an end quickly as he crashed through the thorny plants.. coming face to face with some hideous being.. a being that.. held that girl on its back! “oh dear gods.. “ Was all that could leave his lips before with lightening swiftness, that deadly stinger soared through the air and pierced deep into his shoulder.. sending the winged boy into a drugged and fevered sleep.
End for now
Don't worry! Rondel and Alana will make it home soon but ::YAWN!!:: after I have slept ^_^;
Please read and review! I really would like to know if you are enjoying this.