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“M-M’lord,” The heavily armored quaked in fear as he yelled in surprise, a black and blue armored Draconian dropping down from the sky, “You’ve returned! I’m glad to see you in good health!” The silver-armored guard saluted crisply. The figure dismissed the gesture with a wave and a snort.
“Save it for someone who gives a damn,” The figure used the same hand to dust his skin-tight armor off. It then turned to acknowledge the guard who was surprised earlier, “Take a message to M’Lady Crimson. Tell her...that ‘C’ has arrived and requests her presents in the banquet hall for tea and cake after I take a bath.” The figure began a stiff walk past the guard, who snapped a hand up in a salute in understanding.
“Yes Sir!”
“Idiots.” The figure thought dryly as he walked past the huge iron gates leading into the castle’s entrance way. Behind the gate was a narrow white-marble stretch of walkway, that was flanked on both sides by wildflowers of varying rarity and beauty. It was impossible for one to walk on the strip of stone without brushing against the many wildflowers drooping at the edges.
Flowers irritated him. How Lady Crimson can spend all her time out in the Royal Gardens instead of listening to the call of her people was beyond him. If he was King, the Draconians and Anthros would be subjugated in an instant. Their wills broken: Hearts torn, bodies battered, souls crushed! There would be nothing but obedience, with those willing to challenge his will being met with cold steel and the pungent smell of death.
The figure smiled as he pushed the red-oak doors of the castle inwards, using only one hand as the 14 foot tall entrance way opened up. A simple grey corridor revealed itself, to which he just began walking down habitually.
Brown medieval-styled doors with black bands of iron screwed into the tops and bottom of them passed by slowly, only adding to the growing irritation the figure was feeling. On average, he would walk this same hallway about twenty times a day. The sheer monotonous feeling alone was driving him nuts, and he swore by everything that was holy that the janitorial staff in this hallway would soon be put out of a job.
A squeeze of his hands and the helmet he was housing his head in began to fold in on itself, all the while sliding down his neck. It was almost like some futuristic design, sinking into the collar part of his armor with a series of clicks. The figure gave a passionate crack of his neck and smirked as the crick in it was worked out.
Soon after that, he came to a split in the hallway. It was in a wishbone shape, with orange torches lighting the grey walls in both of them. He sighed dejectedly, tossing the shard of ice containing Maxxis’s remains in his right hand, which is where it was being held all this time. He gave his neck another pop before beginning his trek into the depths of the castle anew, taking to the right hallway quickly.
His greaves slapped loudly upon the ground as he broke out into a jog, seeking to get in some more exercise for some unknown reason. This, however, made the journey to the bath chamber quicker than it should have been. A brown door with a white toilet at the top entered his peripheral vision as he slowed his pace down to a brisk walk. He stopped in front of the door and opened it.
As the door swung in, he could've sworn he heard singing. Almost instantly, his mind was telling him to turn around before he got into a situation of which he had no hopes in rectifying.
But his body was telling him to wash his filthy ass.
And that was that.
He entered the bathroom without a second thought and shut the door behind him. The “singing”, if there ever was any to begin with, had “stopped”. This made him believe that there wasn’t any singing going on, so he began to undress himself.
The armor he had on was put on only by voice recognition technology. Quite advanced. So he said his password, being a name or nickname of some sort, and his armor began to fold up revealing a sky-blue and quite muscular body beneath. He shook his white mane, which was long down his back. It almost resembled the hair of a female, with how long and straight it is.
It gave him an air of grace as it blended well with his scales and dark-blue eyes.
The armor had transformed into an obsidian skull, with a pear-shaped blue-opal resting in the center. He smiled as he removed it from his neck by lifting it over his head, resting it on a silver nail sticking out of the white bathroom wall. This wall was the only one in the castle of this color, and it was meant to represent the purity one feels when exiting the bathtub. He absentmindedly put the Ice Shard with Maxxis’s remains on a white marble countertop in the preparation room.
“That’s a load of crap. Magic might be real, but Light magic isn’t as ‘purifying’ as everyone makes it out to be. Fucking priests. I should ice them AND their fucking orphanage when I’m done talking to Lady Crimson.” He thought with a frown. Without any further ado, he slid the foggy glass door leading to the actual tub to the left, revealing the steamy bathing room in all its glor-
“...Shit...” The Draconian thought angrily as burnt-orange eyes widened at his entering. A lime-green hand stopping its motion of scrubbing a long tail with red dots on it. He screamed inwardly as his face became hot with the image of a naked Lady Crimson tunneling into his mind. He silently thanked whatever higher power there was that the bathroom had copious amounts of steam occupying its entirety.
“Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-ZERRIS,” Lady Crimson stuttered in growing embarrassment and fury. Her face quickly went from embarrased to downright wrathful as she mashed the insides of her wrists together and shot them forward at Zerris while yelling, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!”
An unseen force made contact with Zerris’s chest, making his eyes bulge to comcal lengths as he gave and ‘oof’ sound through his ‘o’-shaped mouth. It sent him flying back into the preparation room and through the wooden door, which splintered against his velocity and weight as he slid along the stone ground in the castle hallway.
While all of this was happening, Lady Crimson had closed her eyes to avoid any debris that would have harmed them. She tentatively opened them as a shaking sky-blue claw gripped the edge of the bathing room wall.
“He recovered quickly!!!” She mentally screamed as her face became the very definition of tentative. Like a kid who was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Number one,” Zerris began in rising anger as he hobbled through the doorway, revealing some scrapes along his body, “I had no idea you were in here. Number two,” He sucked in a deep breath as Lady Crimson instantly covered her ears, “WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU!!! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET EMBARRASSED WHEN WE’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR OVER A THOUSAND FUCKING YEARS!!! I SHOULD FUCKING STAB YOU WITH...” As his tantrum went on, Lady Crimson cracked an eye open and noticed that the steam had been shouted away.
Her face flushed again as the implication of that realization set in.
“IN CONCLUSION, I DON’T SEE HOW FUCKING HITTING ME WITH A...A...A...a-” Zerris’s eyes widened as he saw the light cream-colored breasts of the Lady of Azran.
But that’s not all he saw...
It was...there. Just hanging around and saying hi. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. Against his volition, a single drop of blood descended from his left nostril as a blush worked its way across his features.
“It’s...It’s...the Promised Land!” A creepy smirk appeared as he reached out his hands and made groping motions with them.
Lady Crimson backed up as Zerris began walking into the water. It was an olympic-sized swimming pool-turned- bathtub, so she had a lot of room to run and or swim if the need arises.
“Just. One. Touch. That’s all I want, Artemis.” Zerris gave a snicker as her eyes began to tear up, her teeth becoming visible as she clenched them together visibly in terror.
“Stay back! No,” Her back bumped up against the deep-end’s wall. This let her know that she was subconsciously drifting away from him, “I’m warning you!” Artemis’s voice became more frantic as she raised a hand towards him.
“JUST A TOUCH!!!” Zerris yelled as he lunged for her, the water roaring in protest at the sudden movement. The beginning of his legs made its way out of the water as his aerial assault neared its target.
“NOOOOOOOO!!!!” Artemis yelled as she...
Squeezed at the wrong time...
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The whole castle shook as Zerris’s scream rang out loud and proud.