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PrincessVamporaIt would take maybe an hour or so of their imprisonment before the two girls soon began to understand the true hell of incarceration: It was boring. Tremendously boring. Dull gray cobblestone walls and cold metal bars, and two simple piles of hay were all they had, aside from their hatred of one another’s guts. Charlotte wouldn’t stop running her mug against the bars, pouting as she held her knees against her chest with her free hand. "Just so you know, this is all YOUR fault."
“My fault, Pettanko Princess!?” Tamara pretty much screeched, as if struck by a sword. Standing, in merely her smallclothes, Tamara took up a loose stance; her tail unfurled from her hips, as her horns set flame, and her nails sharpened. “I'll take whatever barb you can dream to hurl, but, I won't take the blame for this!”
"You’re the one that was going around suspiciously hugging little girls! And I heard from one of the guards you broke a fountain out there too. I was just trying to defend myself, because you’re a slash happy maniac!" Charlotte fired back, standing and pointing at Tamara as she walked towards her. Her free fist was balled with the mug in hand, crushing the handle.
“Heh,” the Cambion grinned; of all Demon-kind, they stood as the most insufferable, for they'd the unbridled confidence and drive of the Human race, mixed seamlessly with the untamed power and thirst of the Demon race. They were insatiable as a demon, “Are you just jealous, your cutie pie left you? Pretended not to even know you? Are you mad, latched right on to me,” and cruel as a human, “Told me, her so-called friend burned down her forest garden; ruining her favorite greens.”
Charlotte clenched her teeth, visibly infuriated by that statement. "That wasn’t...C-3 Isn’t like that! You were just a meal ticket to her, you Sag Hag!" Charlotte said as she poked her finger right into Tamara’s bosom, before rapid-fire poking it with both her hands. "Stop acting all high and mighty just because you’re more developed! Breasts are overrated!"
“Meal ticket? According to her, you don't even feed her; just yourself,” Tamara smirked, “A vegetarian, and you offer her chimeral meal? No wonder, she pretended to be a stranger,” she looked down, and grinned with shark's teeth, “She's just a slave around you.”
"Take that back. Now." Charlotte said, eyes narrowing as her pupils turned to slits. "Take it back now, or I’m painting this cell in your mudded blood," she said, probably serious for the first time since Tamara had seen her. She was radiating animosity, and her hands were now engulfed in fire.
Tamara's tongue extended from her mouth, the end actually splitting into a fork, as her horns grew larger and curled thicker, and her tail grew plumper. “Delicious,” she hissed, “The taste of hypocrisy, denial, and delusion. All blending together...” Tamara stood taller, “Feel more for me, Pettanko Slave Master. Try.”
As serious as Charlotte was, Tamara didn't seem rightly phased. In fact, she was clearly getting off on this in multiple senses of the word.
Charlotte suddenly paused, blinking a few times as she looked to the cell door. "...Wait, why don’t I just..." she said, before letting Tamara go, cutting off her feed on her emotions as she simply went over and yanked a bar out of place with her bare hands. "....Y’know, I forgot human prisons were weaker than demon ones." she said, seeming to have lost any and all animosity. In other words…
Tamara just got her climax denied. Hard.
Tamara's eyes narrowed, as her form reverted to its suppressed “Human” state; all emotion suddenly quelled. It was pure denial, and her teeth grit tight; now, flat and human. “Move, or be moved,” she ordered, as she moved to the gated door.
"You’re not the boss of me." Charlotte said, plain and simple as she stuck her tongue out cheekily. "Good luck moving me though." she said, tauntingly. Now, she wanted to make Tamara mad.
Tamara inhaled, and suddenly threw her head back; screaming, shrieking, wailing, and purging all emotions. As she did, her body grew uncomfortably, uncontrollably, as her muscles grew and tore her skin and smallclothes, before suddenly compressing, and her head tipped forward; eyes black and white, empty and infinite. “[Compulsion of Nature: Emotional Reversion.]” she ushered the collapse of emotion into existence, “Move.”
Charlotte just kinda looked at her funny. "...Y’know, that’s kind of a dumb thing to do. That technique hurts your soul. I could have just taken all the bars out myself, y’know." Charlotte said, not budging an inch. "C’mon, you may be a weirdo halfblood, but killing your emotions isn’t a good way to bust out of here."
Tamara didn't care about that. She didn't like to be challenged. Dark Paladins were egotistical like that. However, that didn't matter, at the moment. Her honor was besmirched, and that needed fixing. Charlotte's indignant refusal to move was fuel to the fire that was her full-body tackle into Charlotte...
Which, Charlotte would recieve with open arms, wincing as she felt her body strain as she scarcely managed to stop the tackle, before flinging Tamara against the cell wall. "Phew...you’re really heavy when you don’t have emotions, y’know?" she said, catching her breath. "Anyways, just turn off that skill and I’ll get us out of here. Much as I think you’re a creep, you uh...you’re a demon too. We gotta look out for each other, I guess is all I’m saying."
Tamara kicked off the wall, and rocketed at Charlotte -- and, right by her. “Seeya, Pettanko Princess!” she caught herself against the opposite wall, and threw herself down the hall. Charlotte's might have just gotten tricked by the world's biggest Asshole for Justice and Softcore [Redacted] Material.
Charlotte was left staring as Tamara bounced down the hall, before grabbing an iron bar so hard that it crumpled. "SAG HAAAAAAAAAG!" she bellowed, before storming down the halls, summarily dropkicking every guard she saw as a way of venting.
Now, every guard in town was en route back to the prison...given that they weren’t very sneaky about it.
Tamara cackled to herself, as she skidded into a room. Looking up, C-3 looked at her, and waved lazily; resting on the table, in a sleepy curl, Regalia was napping. “There you are, cuties,” she says, gathering up the hybrid creature. “Time for your nappies with Mommy.” Momentarily, Regalia arose to consciousness, before snuggling into Tamara's hold, butting her breasts, and nodding back off.
C-3 yanked her view away, as her cheeks were light grey, “Cuter than me...”
Charlotte burst through the door too, looking around frantically before she tackled C-3 into a hug. "C-3!" she squealed in delight, rolling around on the ground with her slimy companion. "I was so worried! And also I was in jail, but its fine, I know you don’t have enough coin to pay bail and were just waiting for an opportunity to spring me and all-But now we can bust outta here!" she said, never once doubting that C-3 would come for her...even if she had no plan to.
“I wasn't. Didn't have a thought to do so. I was gunna eat, until they let you out,” C-3 says. “I figured, five years, public indecency, that's a few hundred restocked potions. Maybe, even a nice garden to replace the one you burned down.
She was really hung up on that.
Charlotte froze as C-3 spoke, before literally falling onto her side and openly weeping. She’d given C-3 a speech about how she’d do all those nice things for her, even find her a better place, but...was she still that upset about a town she’d lived in for a day? Regardless, Charlotte was just kind of crying, making the whole room’s mood really awkward...especially with the captain of the guard standing in the doorway.
“I was kidding!” C-3 sighed. Tamara snickered, tail wagging, “Oh, please, keep kidding. This taste delicious!”
Charlotte just kept on wailing, before the captain of the guard cleared his throat. "It seems you’ve all forgotten what being imprisoned means." he said, drawing his sword. "What luck. You’re both committing felonies. And I’m a guard. And I love my job." he would say.
C-3 sighed, and rubbed Charlotte's cheek with her left hand; a hand missing all her fingers, and more of a cartoon ball-hand. It would confuse anyone that didn't know how C-3 worked... “Cease your wailing, my treasure. Even you can't sabotage what we have,” she kissed Charlotte's ear, “That's my job.”
Suddenly, there was a massive explosion and a fair chunk of the jail was missing, followed by several others in the distance through the town. C-3 was no hero, nor villain, but a dragon, and a dragon hoarded their treasure with a violence.
Charlotte perked up a little bit, hugging C-3 as soon as the earth shattering kaboom rocked the jail. "C-3’s the best at Sabotaging!" she said, while the guard captain was left dazed. ”What in blazes...that’s no drow!” he said, feeling utterly betrayed by C-3. He thought she was just a normal, for some reason very gelatinous drow child. That was illegal! Gritting his teeth, the guard captain lowered his stance. ”I’ll not let you three make a mockery of this town’s justice system!” he bellowed.
Tamara could tell more than anybody how experienced he was, being a swordfighter herself. There was no doubt about why he was in charge; Wheras the average guard was only as strong as the average human, this man was far and beyond that. If anything, it was shocking to find that he WAS a town guard.
“I do apologize, sir, but, a dragon’s treasure is hers, and hers alone,” C-3 yanked Charlotte up, and a magic circle formed underneath them; the floor taken out with a controlled, shaped charge. Tamara looked back, as they dropped into the darkness below -- impressed by how fast the slime worked. All this in an hour. Regardless, she was more focused on the so-called Guard. “Rest upstairs, Regalia,” she says, placing Regalia on her horned head, “I didn’t think I would meet a swordsman with your obvious skill level,” she says, holding out her hands, “I’d be remiss not to challenge you for my honor and because you just seem like a hype fight.”
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Well, Tristan most certainly knew how to break a little girl's heart. Wheras she had once looked at him with eyes of adoration, the crimson saucers that were her eyes started to well up a bit as she wasn't just told, but was explained to why her dream could never happen. It was frustrating; Infuriating, even. But, even she could tell that here was what nobody had told her before. He was...honest. More honest than anybody had ever been to her. Clenching ehr fists as she held onto the hem of her dress, tears streaked down Nimoa's face. "O-Okay..." Nimoa said, having to do her best not to let her voice become a pained wail.
Wiping her tears on her arm, Nimoa ran back over to Valkira and her parasol, now thankfully not on fire as she said: "...But I'm not giving up," she would say as she turned back to Tristan, tears dripping to the floor. "E-Even if the sun's important, I have other ways to do what I really want." she said, before bowing to Tristan, trembling a little.
"T-Thank you for...for being honest!" she said, before grabbing Valkira's hand, and pointing up to the sky. "The sun gets to stay up there! B-But now, we move onto Plan D! W-W-We're gonna go and find an alchemist, and-and..." she said, before sitting on the bench and full on wailing.
Sure, she understood that the sun was needed...but she was still a child.
Wiping her tears on her arm, Nimoa ran back over to Valkira and her parasol, now thankfully not on fire as she said: "...But I'm not giving up," she would say as she turned back to Tristan, tears dripping to the floor. "E-Even if the sun's important, I have other ways to do what I really want." she said, before bowing to Tristan, trembling a little.
"T-Thank you for...for being honest!" she said, before grabbing Valkira's hand, and pointing up to the sky. "The sun gets to stay up there! B-But now, we move onto Plan D! W-W-We're gonna go and find an alchemist, and-and..." she said, before sitting on the bench and full on wailing.
Sure, she understood that the sun was needed...but she was still a child.
