Post by Miss Sinia Bardi on Oct 2, 2007 14:14:45 GMT -5
The airships soars toward the Moldering Sanctuary just off the coast of Buremcia. It's a large vessel, dark in color, and twisted and sleek in design. Parts of the ship appear organic and living, pulsating with a rhythm.
Inside, it's a confusing mesh of long blood-lined corridors, dark turns, and misty air that chokes with the taint of decaying flesh and somewhere deep inside the ship is poor little Migue, naked, beaten, and pathetic looking, stuck behind a cage of iron bars with numerous other people in the same state - most appearing to be from the Treno party - in a tiny little hold guarded by three Black-Deaths with rifles.
Mistress Yersinia enters through a hatch, followed closely by two Plague-Coats. She motions for the guards, they acknowledge and walk to the prison doors, opening them, and entering. There's a few shouts and screams, then copious amounts of cussing as Miguel is dragged out and thrown down, prostrated infront of Yersinia. There's a chain around his neck, connected to a far wall behind the bars. He covers himself with his tail between he legs.
"Awww, what a pathetic little creature." Yersinia states as she kneels down, the back of her hand gently caressing Miguel's cheek. Miguel jerks back out of fear.
"There there, little one. I have no intentions of hurting you, you're far to valuable to me right now." She moves her hand down, parting Miguel's tail away for a moment, she grins and licks her lips with a long bat-like tongue.
"Touch me again and I'll show you something to grin about!" Miguel boasts in defiance before spitting in her face.
Yersinia laughs lightly to herself, licking the spit away from her face.
"That's exactly what I was hoping for." She laughs again. "You're going to be my new play thing for a few nights."
Miguel quails, afraid of what that could possible entail.
"It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear, little... well not so little, one." Yersinia licks his noise and leans in close. "I'm going to tear you apart."
She laughs as she stands back up, the guards dragging Miguel back inside the bars, shutting the doors with a loud crack. She waves good-bye to Miguel, blowing him a kiss as she exits. The two Plague-Coats falling in behind her as the door closes.
Inside, it's a confusing mesh of long blood-lined corridors, dark turns, and misty air that chokes with the taint of decaying flesh and somewhere deep inside the ship is poor little Migue, naked, beaten, and pathetic looking, stuck behind a cage of iron bars with numerous other people in the same state - most appearing to be from the Treno party - in a tiny little hold guarded by three Black-Deaths with rifles.
Mistress Yersinia enters through a hatch, followed closely by two Plague-Coats. She motions for the guards, they acknowledge and walk to the prison doors, opening them, and entering. There's a few shouts and screams, then copious amounts of cussing as Miguel is dragged out and thrown down, prostrated infront of Yersinia. There's a chain around his neck, connected to a far wall behind the bars. He covers himself with his tail between he legs.
"Awww, what a pathetic little creature." Yersinia states as she kneels down, the back of her hand gently caressing Miguel's cheek. Miguel jerks back out of fear.
"There there, little one. I have no intentions of hurting you, you're far to valuable to me right now." She moves her hand down, parting Miguel's tail away for a moment, she grins and licks her lips with a long bat-like tongue.
"Touch me again and I'll show you something to grin about!" Miguel boasts in defiance before spitting in her face.
Yersinia laughs lightly to herself, licking the spit away from her face.
"That's exactly what I was hoping for." She laughs again. "You're going to be my new play thing for a few nights."
Miguel quails, afraid of what that could possible entail.
"It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear, little... well not so little, one." Yersinia licks his noise and leans in close. "I'm going to tear you apart."
She laughs as she stands back up, the guards dragging Miguel back inside the bars, shutting the doors with a loud crack. She waves good-bye to Miguel, blowing him a kiss as she exits. The two Plague-Coats falling in behind her as the door closes.