SnootchyBootchykins
02-29-08, 03:13 PM
{Solo, but if you really want in, PM me.}
This is a continuation from A Kross and a Girl Called "Bess". (http://althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=4679)
It took three days for Bess to get to the oracle's den from Concordia. It took Jesus three days to rise from the dead. It had taken me three days to cross precisely one and a half mountains after my charge and I had gotten out of the spidersilk encased sanctum. That hardly seemed fair. I mean, I understand about the Jesus part, but I wasn't trying to wake up from being stone cold stunned. I was just trying to get back to the plains. Little Miss Thang wasn't helping either.
Bess was taller than I was, and a pretty buxom babe. She wasn't overweight like I was, but huge knockers and curves in all the right places, and the only thing that was made of air was her brain. We'd hardly gone any distance the second day when she decided that she just couldn't walk. That's how we came to be here, barely ten miles into our trip, with my footsteps echoing along the gravel-strewn path. I was hunched over, wheezing as I carried my sword in my hands and my lady upon my back. Already the hems at the bottom of my white cotton slacks were worn through, dirty stains in a gradient from abysmally muddy to lightly-dusted moving up to my knees. Why white? Seriously. The next time I was made a knight to some chick locked away by an old geezer, I was going to demand a dark uniform.
The road dipped down steeply and I had to stagger my footsteps to keep from falling forward from the weight that was bearing me down. Heels struck at the back of my thighs.
"Careful, knight!" she cried. What the fuck? Was I a pack-mule? Did the nutty ghost of Walt Disney register on Althanas and decide to relive Pinnochio in my thread? I was pretty sure that not only was I still human, but I was the one carrying the big fucking sword. Rather unceremoniously, I dumped the bitch off my back, ignoring her wails of indignation, the cursing.
"What do you think that you are doing?" she shrieked as she stood, patting the dust from her white dress. She'd been beautiful when I freed her, garbed as any duchess should be. Now she just looked like a spoiled little brat.
"I'd ask you the same damn question." I spat, arching my sore back as I stretched. "I'm not some nag you can treat like that, you know." I was wishing for the Skyknights now, to bear us back to flat land where I could make short work of this quest. She sniffled a little bit, like my words were making her sick with a cold. I arched my brow. My hands were shaking, but I wouldn't let go of my sword, and I hoped a little bit that the weapon scared her.
"You're just a commoner."
...
Oh no, she didn't. My grip tightened on my sword. Bitch better recognize, ya know?
This is a continuation from A Kross and a Girl Called "Bess". (http://althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=4679)
It took three days for Bess to get to the oracle's den from Concordia. It took Jesus three days to rise from the dead. It had taken me three days to cross precisely one and a half mountains after my charge and I had gotten out of the spidersilk encased sanctum. That hardly seemed fair. I mean, I understand about the Jesus part, but I wasn't trying to wake up from being stone cold stunned. I was just trying to get back to the plains. Little Miss Thang wasn't helping either.
Bess was taller than I was, and a pretty buxom babe. She wasn't overweight like I was, but huge knockers and curves in all the right places, and the only thing that was made of air was her brain. We'd hardly gone any distance the second day when she decided that she just couldn't walk. That's how we came to be here, barely ten miles into our trip, with my footsteps echoing along the gravel-strewn path. I was hunched over, wheezing as I carried my sword in my hands and my lady upon my back. Already the hems at the bottom of my white cotton slacks were worn through, dirty stains in a gradient from abysmally muddy to lightly-dusted moving up to my knees. Why white? Seriously. The next time I was made a knight to some chick locked away by an old geezer, I was going to demand a dark uniform.
The road dipped down steeply and I had to stagger my footsteps to keep from falling forward from the weight that was bearing me down. Heels struck at the back of my thighs.
"Careful, knight!" she cried. What the fuck? Was I a pack-mule? Did the nutty ghost of Walt Disney register on Althanas and decide to relive Pinnochio in my thread? I was pretty sure that not only was I still human, but I was the one carrying the big fucking sword. Rather unceremoniously, I dumped the bitch off my back, ignoring her wails of indignation, the cursing.
"What do you think that you are doing?" she shrieked as she stood, patting the dust from her white dress. She'd been beautiful when I freed her, garbed as any duchess should be. Now she just looked like a spoiled little brat.
"I'd ask you the same damn question." I spat, arching my sore back as I stretched. "I'm not some nag you can treat like that, you know." I was wishing for the Skyknights now, to bear us back to flat land where I could make short work of this quest. She sniffled a little bit, like my words were making her sick with a cold. I arched my brow. My hands were shaking, but I wouldn't let go of my sword, and I hoped a little bit that the weapon scared her.
"You're just a commoner."
...
Oh no, she didn't. My grip tightened on my sword. Bitch better recognize, ya know?