Bubösha and Hashtag
Victory! Victory! The black and copper snake had streaked across the finish line triumphantly - somehow. It had had thoughts of escaping and living a Free Life as an Independent Snake in Cirith Ungol, but abandoned this idea as it observed one of its fellow racers being kidnapped by a giant spider. Best to slither back home to Mummy...
... who had just been whisked out of the way by Fleeg, having fallen over in a rockslide and hurt her leg, or something. More pressing was the fact that Georgie looked irked about this and was heading for Mummy’s face. Hashtag hurriedly dove in to intercept.
Bubösha was fluttering her eyelashes... well, no. Her face was uncontrollably twitching. “What just happened?” she said faintly.
Lava Snake Racing II - Cirith Ungol
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Arien
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Fleeg, with Georgie
They say every hero is the villain of his own story. Wait. No. No one says that. No one has ever said that. Fleeg was an idiot. But he was also a hero. Maybe. Perspective is always a present thing. Fleeg thought he was a hero and that’s all we can really go on at this point. He saved the gobliness! The one that still had yet to give him her name. He liked a bit of mystery though, it would keep the relationship alive, keep it from growing stale. True, she knew his name (and Reg's), but there were pie by of things she didn’t know about him, like the moth wings he was sowing together at home in hopes of making a flying apparatus, or his work with explosive black powder.
“I rescued you! From the…” what had he rescued her from? Falling rock? Falling down with the rock? The Rock? “from certain disaster. And now look! You’ve won!” A hideous smile plastered itself on Fleeg's face.
He heard a distant, angry hissing noise and turned to see…
Georgie had decided she hated racing. Hated it. It was the dumbest thing ever and her brother was an idiot for doing it so long. He probably died on the race course and was eaten. That’s probably why she never heard from him again. What a jerk! Couldn’t h at least write her a letter? She couldn’t read and he probably wouldn’t be able to write, but it was the thought that counts!
She was in the midst of this epiphany when an eight legged monstrosity scurried out from the shadows. She wandered when she was going to see one of these fabled spiders, this was Cirith Ungol after all. But right now she was in no mood to deal with it. The spider tried to grab her with four of its legs while the fangs descended but Georgie’s anger made her faster. She slithered out from the spider's sticky grip and bit down on the flesh backside of the spider. The taste was horrible and the smell was just as bad, but she bit all the way through until her jaws clamped together. There was a squeal of pain from the spider then it curled up into a ball and died. Georgie spat out the leftovers and smacked the corpse with her tail for good measure.
The race was over. Fah! Who cares? WHO CARES!? Georgie was angry at everyone. She wanted to back to her little cave and kill anyone who came too close. Right after she ate Fleeg!
They say every hero is the villain of his own story. Wait. No. No one says that. No one has ever said that. Fleeg was an idiot. But he was also a hero. Maybe. Perspective is always a present thing. Fleeg thought he was a hero and that’s all we can really go on at this point. He saved the gobliness! The one that still had yet to give him her name. He liked a bit of mystery though, it would keep the relationship alive, keep it from growing stale. True, she knew his name (and Reg's), but there were pie by of things she didn’t know about him, like the moth wings he was sowing together at home in hopes of making a flying apparatus, or his work with explosive black powder.
“I rescued you! From the…” what had he rescued her from? Falling rock? Falling down with the rock? The Rock? “from certain disaster. And now look! You’ve won!” A hideous smile plastered itself on Fleeg's face.
He heard a distant, angry hissing noise and turned to see…
Georgie had decided she hated racing. Hated it. It was the dumbest thing ever and her brother was an idiot for doing it so long. He probably died on the race course and was eaten. That’s probably why she never heard from him again. What a jerk! Couldn’t h at least write her a letter? She couldn’t read and he probably wouldn’t be able to write, but it was the thought that counts!
She was in the midst of this epiphany when an eight legged monstrosity scurried out from the shadows. She wandered when she was going to see one of these fabled spiders, this was Cirith Ungol after all. But right now she was in no mood to deal with it. The spider tried to grab her with four of its legs while the fangs descended but Georgie’s anger made her faster. She slithered out from the spider's sticky grip and bit down on the flesh backside of the spider. The taste was horrible and the smell was just as bad, but she bit all the way through until her jaws clamped together. There was a squeal of pain from the spider then it curled up into a ball and died. Georgie spat out the leftovers and smacked the corpse with her tail for good measure.
The race was over. Fah! Who cares? WHO CARES!? Georgie was angry at everyone. She wanted to back to her little cave and kill anyone who came too close. Right after she ate Fleeg!
"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Our eyes have yet to open... Fear the Old Blood..."
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Blinky
When Blinky turned to look for the wild snakette, he saw instead a lovely jet-black snake fighting furiously to repel a spider. She seemed quite distraught and quite furious with her handler - that moron who was Reg’s particular friend.
Blinky blinked. He’d intended to simply slide off into the sunset and back to his home on Mount Doom. But how could he just turn and slither away when he recognized another snake in the grip of a hated master and forced to race? He couldn’t. It was that simple.
He approached the now-irate snake and introduced himself. “Sssss sssss.” (Tr: “Hi, I’m Blinky. Are you okay?”) He told her he thought he knew a bit of what she was going through, and that he’d escaped a buffoonish handler not all that long ago himself. He then offered to introduce her to the lava snake community in which he resided. “Sssssssss.” (Tr: “The co-op is a bit snobby sometimes, but it’s quite a nice neighborhood, and I know of a few vacant caves in the area.”)
The red snake looked at the black snake curiously. Would she dare to join him in freedom/retirement??
When Blinky turned to look for the wild snakette, he saw instead a lovely jet-black snake fighting furiously to repel a spider. She seemed quite distraught and quite furious with her handler - that moron who was Reg’s particular friend.
Blinky blinked. He’d intended to simply slide off into the sunset and back to his home on Mount Doom. But how could he just turn and slither away when he recognized another snake in the grip of a hated master and forced to race? He couldn’t. It was that simple.
He approached the now-irate snake and introduced himself. “Sssss sssss.” (Tr: “Hi, I’m Blinky. Are you okay?”) He told her he thought he knew a bit of what she was going through, and that he’d escaped a buffoonish handler not all that long ago himself. He then offered to introduce her to the lava snake community in which he resided. “Sssssssss.” (Tr: “The co-op is a bit snobby sometimes, but it’s quite a nice neighborhood, and I know of a few vacant caves in the area.”)
The red snake looked at the black snake curiously. Would she dare to join him in freedom/retirement??
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