Post by Opal on Dec 1, 2009 14:30:05 GMT -5
In the light of the abandoned tavern, Opal ate spaghetti. She ate it with gusto, in the way that she ate everything. This had several interesting effects. The first was that the area around her looked like a blast zone, the second was that her nice clean outfit was ruined. And the third, oddly enough, was that she went unnoticed during all of the commotion.
Nobody was quite sure why, but when Opal decided to be conspicuous, she blended right into the background. Only when she tried stealth was she ever found. It suited her just fine, after all, she hadn't expected to be treated to dinner theater.
"'Ey Fuzzles, that was sure some game eh?"
The one called "Fuzzles" was the kind of creature that people either politely ignored, or screamed and ran away from. Even sitting, he towered over the bar like some sort of looming nightmare and his politely folded hands had to be carefully placed, lest they accidentally skewer someone with their rapier thin two foot long nails. His equine head was covered in a shaggy version of the fine gray fur that covered his entire body and his serpentine tail twined mere inches above the grubby floor. His gentle and quiet yellow eyes were quite beautiful, but the fact that they were the only features that occupied Fuzzle's face prevented him from winning any beauty pageants. It wouldn't help that his feet and legs were like that of a goat and would therefore never fit in high-heels. Yet for all of his disturbing features, Fuzzles was still quite graceful as he turned towards his creator and master. Where his reply came from, no one was sure, due to his lack of an obvious mouth. Nonetheless, and in rule against basic anatomy, Fuzzles spoke in a voice like a chocolate bell.
"I've seen better. Do you want to go meet the contestants?"
Opal smiled a broad, tomato smeared smile.
"You know I would."
Nobody was quite sure why, but when Opal decided to be conspicuous, she blended right into the background. Only when she tried stealth was she ever found. It suited her just fine, after all, she hadn't expected to be treated to dinner theater.
"'Ey Fuzzles, that was sure some game eh?"
The one called "Fuzzles" was the kind of creature that people either politely ignored, or screamed and ran away from. Even sitting, he towered over the bar like some sort of looming nightmare and his politely folded hands had to be carefully placed, lest they accidentally skewer someone with their rapier thin two foot long nails. His equine head was covered in a shaggy version of the fine gray fur that covered his entire body and his serpentine tail twined mere inches above the grubby floor. His gentle and quiet yellow eyes were quite beautiful, but the fact that they were the only features that occupied Fuzzle's face prevented him from winning any beauty pageants. It wouldn't help that his feet and legs were like that of a goat and would therefore never fit in high-heels. Yet for all of his disturbing features, Fuzzles was still quite graceful as he turned towards his creator and master. Where his reply came from, no one was sure, due to his lack of an obvious mouth. Nonetheless, and in rule against basic anatomy, Fuzzles spoke in a voice like a chocolate bell.
"I've seen better. Do you want to go meet the contestants?"
Opal smiled a broad, tomato smeared smile.
"You know I would."
