September Event: Creature Feature

[loveskulls]

And now, for something a little different.

The town crier, now a centaur, had a bit of fascinating news for all those who would gather round to hear him. And you will gather round, because he seems to be one of the only ones who knows what’s going on. Some moments after you drank water this day, you may have noticed a sudden shift in body parts. Perhaps you have horse legs, or wings, or a horse tail, or extra eyes, maybe too few eyes, or perhaps hooves— A lot of creatures are part horse, aren’t they?

The town crier does his duty and tells you the tale. As it happens, a wizard of local dubious renown was seen fleeing the town early this morning. Long time locals knew this to be a sign of terribleness to come. At the scene of the crime was a discarded bucket with a sludgey residue inside. This was initially nothing that caused alarm. There were many buckets of sludge around town. Yet when the investigations began, the Mistress quickly deduced that the sludge was a horrific transmogrification potion.

She has called all suspicious persons to her castle for questioning. Ordinarily, she would allow this to slide. If the people of her town want to make one another miserable, then they are at liberty to do so. But, this was personal.

Your much beloved Mistress was looking rather more furry than usual. From head-to-toe she was covered in long, silky, fur— much befitting for the most beautiful yeti in all the land.

Will you answer her call? Are you stuck in some predicament that does not allow you to attend? Or have you lost your legs entirely?

[[OOC: The ooc for this event is over here]]

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[hornymistress]

[The Mistress looks at him, and it would be a lot more meaningful if her face was its usual way. But it's not, so there is no solid clue, but she slowly grins.]

Believe me, I noticed. You wasted enough time already having to be hauled around.

[More firmly.] Dance.

[alphinerd]

[Alphinaud is not wont to get himself into trouble, but neither is he willing to just do as commanded. He has more self-respect than that.]

... and if I do not?

[Just an innocent question. Nothing more.]

[hornymistress]

[She decides to offer him the slightest benefit of the doubt, even though she is Fully Aware that he's just being a little diplomat right now.]

Then I will make you dance.

[alphinerd]

[That is most certainly a threat... And while he's been told to keep his wits about him, he is also not keen on kowtowing. But if it means remaining relatively safe... and it isn't a lewd request, either.

It's best to get it over with and remain out of her focus for as long as possible.

So, Alphinaud relents, sucking up his pride for a moment and attempting to do a dance he'd seen adventurers learning in the Far East. It isn't the most elegant thing, considering he has twice as many legs as he's used to, but he is trying.]

[hornymistress]

[There is snickering from the native-born guards. The Mistress herself is amused at first, particularly whenever his moves become extra graceless. It takes only a few seconds of this before she grows bored.]

You're dancing like someone just died. [Death dances???] Don't you know anything jauntier?

[alphinerd]

[The laughing, he can ignore, even though his ears are much more sensitive now than they ever have been. But being asked to do something... more, he feels a nerve spark and a momentary flare of irritation, though he knows better than to act on it.]

I know very little in the way of dancing. You asked me to dance, and I have danced.

[hornymistress]

[One of the handmaids at the Mistress' side almost winces at Alphinaud's naked defiance, but it is a twitch, really.]

[The Mistress glares.]

I'm not in the mood to be defied, boy. You'll come to appreciate how generous my offer was. [She turns and looks at the guards.] Until he learns humility, he doesn't deserve clothing. Strip him.

[alphinerd]

[At the command, Alphinaud's eyes widen, and he takes a step backwards as the guards step forwards.]

Wh-- no, this is--

[But the guards, in a matter of moments, have the robe top pulled up and over his head, and he's left crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt for both decency and warmth.]

[hornymistress]

Guard, make sure his wardrobe is also emptied.

[Satisfied, the Mistress gestures. It would be very graceful in other circumstances, but it ends up just being rather flappy.]

You are dismissed.