Watch yer mouth, cockroach.
&&. flame sweeps the barren ground in great waves of crimson light, knocking
her off her feet and to pyres of forgotten corpses, their stench filling the air and
the smoke and their kingdom itself. eyes, just moments before narrowed and
mocking, widen in shock and then fear, for the eyes that glare so hatefully,
bespectacled and smoking, are no longer familiar—
—and she’s so, so, s c a r e d.
this is the so-called doppelgänger that her comrade had spoken of. she, a mere
child, has mocked a DEITY, and that simple fact makes her hair stand on end.
but whereas he is of inferno itself, he is still a FAKE, and so rather than cowering,
she manages to speak the first thing that comes to mind regarding her
conversation just hours before.
“ you’re the furry one ? ”
Cue a cheeky grin and the older girl rocking on her heels. "I dunno, are /you/ done yet?"
“ What’s that even
supposed to mean ?! ”
"Kill your double. That's the rule in life."
“ See ! Even you get it ! ”
I dare you to kiss liepsnos
“ … Why d’ya want me to
kiss garbage ? ”
Casually puts ice down the back of the little girl's dress.
said little girl howls in surprise and begins to twist, desperately trying to shake
or push the cubes of ice out of her dress. an effort in vain— all of her clothes
are specially tailored to fit, and her efforts only move the ice around, further
agitating her.
“ A - aaah …
I — uu — ”
it is demonic physiology that saves her in the end. soft skin heats and burns,
singing the delicate fabric of her skirts. the scent of burning hair fills the air, yet
still she writhes.
when she calms, the water that remains has all but evaporated, patches of
discoloured velvet across her back the only indication that the ice had ever
been there at all. breathing hard, she turns, and when her eyes meet those of
the older demon’s, she can hardly even speak.
“ Ggh — ! You …
Poemi, ugh— y-you — ! ”
run, yosafire. run.
"Y-yes yes. Pick out whichever kind you want. I'll get it for ya."
“… Y’know, you’d be way
better if you were like this
all the time. C’mon, then !
I wanna buy a princess
cake ! Like the wedding ones,
but better. Didja know they
can put gold in cakes now ?”
"Shhhh. Don't tell Lord Ivlis anything. I'll buy you cake if you keep it a secret."
“…….Okay.
But none of that cheap
stuff ! The nice, fondant,
kind. Or else no deal !”
SKEWERS TWO APPLES ON THE EDGES OF HER HORNS AND FLEES.
tentatively, she reaches up to her horns, feeling along the points until her fingers close around the two apples. it takes her far more effort than she would’ve liked to admit, and a little bit of bending backward and forward, but she soon manages to pull the apples away, snatching them out of the air when they fall.
for a few seconds, she does nothing but stare at the two fruits, confused. then, she turns— just in time to see a flash of red and green dart out of the borders of flame town. realisation dawns upon her and she crushes one of the two apples in her grip, brandishing the other like a weapon as she points at the fleeing demon.
“Hey ! Toy lady ! Emalf’s girlfriend !
Get back here ! Stop running so
Poemi can chase you—!”
Smooches the little dragon lady
quietly accepts the smooches. she’s always liked cats, after all, even if ivlis had never allowed one in the castle. shifting around to face the feline demon, she leans forward.
“Ah, Ater, right ?
…I like you. Don’t mind you
at all, in fact. C’mere—”
aaaand she’s smooching her right back. congratulations, ater. you have appeased the tiny dragon. you will be spared when they invade the gray garden again.
Wadanohara throws a pumpkin at your head with full force and runs away, giggling to herself. Happy Halloween
the pumpkin misses, if only just, hitting her squarely in the back. the weight knocks her to her knees, and she falls with an undignified squeal, arms out in a vain effort to brace herself.
breathing hard, trying to quell the fire rising from deep inside of her, she raises her head to glare at the sorceress. sparks dance along the ridges of clawed hands balled into tight fists, flaring into crimson flames when she steps forward, slowly getting to her feet.
saffron eyes narrow at the offending pumpkin, and as she glares, it bursts into flame, withering into ashes in seconds. she grinds her teeth as she turns from the remains of the pumpkin to face the witch, ashes forming into embers, rage boiling in her belly. she hasn’t had any chances to play in so long, but that’s the last thing on her mind.
no one humiliates her. no one shames the dragon of the flame world—-
“I’m— I’m gonna effin’ kill you !”
( pray to your gods, ambassador. )