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02-16-2022, 04:54 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-16-2022, 04:55 AM by skinstealer.)
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DARLING- 4/22/316
Darling lounges on its pile of cushions, nuzzling against the clawed fingers reaching to scratch around its artificial mane. Pleased with its show of affection, the hand gets a sensitive spot, the serpent type doing its best to do the purring sound that had taken it weeks to master.
It hurt a little bit to do, but it seemed to make Decorum happy to have such a doting pet.
DECORUM: Things have been so difficult, Darling…
DECORUM: So much is expected of me, but I am not allowed to go and pursue what I think is the right way to handle things…
DECORUM: Rein says that it has high standards for me and that I meet them- but I want to do more than just meet them, I want to exceed them.
DECORUM: If only I was given the opportunity…
Her claw digs into Darling’s neck slightly, but the serpent type refuses to make a sound, neither in response to the scratch or Decorum’s monologuing. It’s not expected to speak nor would piping up get a favorable response, and what its deity wants right now is a listener. That, Darling could provide, and provide it well. There was a reason why she always came to it for this kind of one-sided emotional support.
DECORUM: I know...I will just have to invite it to one of my parties!
DECORUM: It has always turned down my invitations in the past, saying that it is far too busy to attend frivolous events, but...the Pristine Charity Ball is major, and is surely on its radar!
DECORUM: And...it would have to see how much work I put in!
The claw digs in a little deeper, and Darling has to hold back an instinctual hiss. Thankfully, any marks would be covered up by its mane...surely any sort of scratches would be interpreted as its own fault, some sort of sign of roughhousing or troublemaking.
DECORUM: After a proper, formal dinner with me...there is no way that it would turn my proposals down.
DECORUM: I am sure of it.
DECORUM: I will have to make preparations, I only have a week before the ball...will this be too short notice? No, surely it would understand how busy I am…
She begins to wander off into her own thoughts, and Darling starts to lose focus as well, distracted by the pain in its neck. Protesting wouldn’t have done much even if it had tried, judging from past experiences- all it can do is stick it out.
That’s just how it is, here.
That’s just how it is, here.
Darling steps into its room with a sigh, stretching its legs one by one. Its feet hurt from walking up all of the steps into the TCP quarters, let alone the fact that it has the highest floor room...but it wouldn’t be needed again until dinner and prayer time. That’s a few hours to itself, and it’s fully planning on savoring that.
Taking off the wooly mane is the first, extremely vital step to relaxation- the extremely poofy thing got in the way easily and had a tendency to itch, as as soft as it looked on the outside. Getting at the fastener at the back of it was incredibly difficult with its quadruped body, but with a little help from a hook on the wall, it was able to pry it open and off of its neck and chest. Sweet freedom.
Sometimes it would get fussed at for taking it off in the cases of not being able to get it back on (a much more difficult ordeal), but in this case, Darling could usually get away with the classic “I didn’t want to get it dirty at dinner…” excuse, and manage to slip away without it until morning. While it was a bit concerned with keeping the mane clean, it had everything to do with keeping Decorum happy and not yelling at it for being unkempt, and nothing to do with its own personal appearance.
No, when it came to Darling’s own personal appearance, it had a much different ideal self image in mind.
The serpent type walks over to its mirror slowly, examining itself in the reflective surface with a tilt of its head. It’s a routine it’s done so many times before, a habit- but it helps ground it after those hours and hours spent listening to Decorum drone on. Through research (done extremely against the rules) it’s been able to find out that its horns are a unique, rare anomaly, spirals instead of the typical straight back look for serpent types. Horns like this were found on some animal species for sure, but some complex species as well- some variants of shear centinels, some de’moneres...all kinds of people that Darling had never seen before outside of pictures, but a word kept coming up repeatedly to describe some of those complex species, one that stuck in its head and would not leave.
Ram.
Decorum called it “her little sheep” on occasion, what with the whole wool thing, and a ram was a kind of sheep, yes. But it wasn’t the same energy, it wasn’t the same…power. The wool just made it feel infantilized, toned down, made “cutesy”, but when it looked in the mirror like this and struck poses that it would feel incredibly embarrassed if anyone saw, it felt powerful. Not a sheep, but a proud ram.
Darling keeps this up for a good while before finally pulling away, walking to the pile of cushions it calls its bed. It gently pushes them aside, nudging out its most prized possession- a holo screen, paid for with cash stolen from the royal treasury.
It does not want to find out what would happen if Decorum found out it has this.
It settles into its bed pile carefully, booting up the holo screen and logging on. It looks like the forums have been active today, what a treat...so much to catch up on! It reads almost every post that it can get its hands on, at the very least in the general chat sections. Some threads move way too fast for it to keep up with, but...it loves to learn about the outside world, and this feels like the best window that it could ever ask for.
Taking off the wooly mane is the first, extremely vital step to relaxation- the extremely poofy thing got in the way easily and had a tendency to itch, as as soft as it looked on the outside. Getting at the fastener at the back of it was incredibly difficult with its quadruped body, but with a little help from a hook on the wall, it was able to pry it open and off of its neck and chest. Sweet freedom.
Sometimes it would get fussed at for taking it off in the cases of not being able to get it back on (a much more difficult ordeal), but in this case, Darling could usually get away with the classic “I didn’t want to get it dirty at dinner…” excuse, and manage to slip away without it until morning. While it was a bit concerned with keeping the mane clean, it had everything to do with keeping Decorum happy and not yelling at it for being unkempt, and nothing to do with its own personal appearance.
No, when it came to Darling’s own personal appearance, it had a much different ideal self image in mind.
The serpent type walks over to its mirror slowly, examining itself in the reflective surface with a tilt of its head. It’s a routine it’s done so many times before, a habit- but it helps ground it after those hours and hours spent listening to Decorum drone on. Through research (done extremely against the rules) it’s been able to find out that its horns are a unique, rare anomaly, spirals instead of the typical straight back look for serpent types. Horns like this were found on some animal species for sure, but some complex species as well- some variants of shear centinels, some de’moneres...all kinds of people that Darling had never seen before outside of pictures, but a word kept coming up repeatedly to describe some of those complex species, one that stuck in its head and would not leave.
Ram.
Decorum called it “her little sheep” on occasion, what with the whole wool thing, and a ram was a kind of sheep, yes. But it wasn’t the same energy, it wasn’t the same…power. The wool just made it feel infantilized, toned down, made “cutesy”, but when it looked in the mirror like this and struck poses that it would feel incredibly embarrassed if anyone saw, it felt powerful. Not a sheep, but a proud ram.
Darling keeps this up for a good while before finally pulling away, walking to the pile of cushions it calls its bed. It gently pushes them aside, nudging out its most prized possession- a holo screen, paid for with cash stolen from the royal treasury.
It does not want to find out what would happen if Decorum found out it has this.
It settles into its bed pile carefully, booting up the holo screen and logging on. It looks like the forums have been active today, what a treat...so much to catch up on! It reads almost every post that it can get its hands on, at the very least in the general chat sections. Some threads move way too fast for it to keep up with, but...it loves to learn about the outside world, and this feels like the best window that it could ever ask for.
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Darling bristles, feeling its own insecurities about its typing rise up. It’d just have to write a reply and show this guy a thing or two.
[ASPIRING_RAM]:
As a serpent type, I know what it’s like to have a difficult typing to deal with. People don’t trust me because of my ability, which makes people distrustful of each other when they’re arou
It stops typing midway through its post, deleting text before trying again, only to delete even more.
What am I doing? This person doesn’t know me, and I’m just going to get yelled at...I...should stay out of this.
It settles for a like on [BIRCH_BARK]’s post, and moves on to the forum game section before the guilt can settle into a pool.
Forum games are the only section that Darling actually participates in, and before long, it’s giggling to itself over its own silly contributions to threads. It even gets a few likes on some of its posts, each little thumbs up giving a little rush to the serpent type. It’s not like it’s making any friends, but...it’s something, and if it pretends hard enough, it can picture it hanging out in a room with other people.
But before long, it’s dinner time, and it has to slide the holo screen back under the bed. It’ll catch up more later.
Darling feels winded going down all those damn stairs, but as it comes down to the last landing, it sees one of the other TCPs completely absorbed in a book- it can’t remember her name, but it recognizes her, and...it recognizes that book as contraband.
What am I doing? This person doesn’t know me, and I’m just going to get yelled at...I...should stay out of this.
It settles for a like on [BIRCH_BARK]’s post, and moves on to the forum game section before the guilt can settle into a pool.
Forum games are the only section that Darling actually participates in, and before long, it’s giggling to itself over its own silly contributions to threads. It even gets a few likes on some of its posts, each little thumbs up giving a little rush to the serpent type. It’s not like it’s making any friends, but...it’s something, and if it pretends hard enough, it can picture it hanging out in a room with other people.
But before long, it’s dinner time, and it has to slide the holo screen back under the bed. It’ll catch up more later.
Darling feels winded going down all those damn stairs, but as it comes down to the last landing, it sees one of the other TCPs completely absorbed in a book- it can’t remember her name, but it recognizes her, and...it recognizes that book as contraband.
DARLING: ...you should be careful, Decorum might catch you if you read outside of the rooms like that.
DARLING: Or that one uppity prince will tell on you…
The candy type closes the book with a jump, recoiling.
????: Th-this book is allowed! It’s allowed!
Darling takes another glance at the cover before the candy type covers it with a hand, but not before it’s able to make out something about magic. Very, very much contraband.
DARLING: I’m not going to tell on you…
DARLING: But you should put it away before dinner, and maybe keep it to your room next time.
DARLING: It looks like a cool read thou-
The candy type is already up and running before it can finish its thought, practically sprinting up the steps.
DARLING: ...oh.
DARLING: D-don’t be late for dinner!
It shakes its head, continuing down the last set of stairs and down into the main hall.
Weird...but I guess that’s one of the princesses for you.
Weird...but I guess that’s one of the princesses for you.
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