Thread: The Land Where Monsters Come From

A soothing, pleasant warmth wafted up from below him as he lay on what felt like soft felt, the distant sounds of voices and an ever-present hum in the background drowned out any semblance of space. Had he died and passed on to the other world, the one beyond the reaches of the living? This seemed highly unlikely... Is he even still alive? one of the figures which bent over him asked in a distinctly feminine tone, You have been tending to him for what seems like eternity. He must be brain dead if he still hasn't woken up. You doubt my abilities again, I see, the one beside her replied with an air of offense, I'm one of the best surgeons and recovery specialists in the known universe and you think I would mess up a procedure as simple as this? Would you please keep it down... Its bad enough that I have to put up with your constant bickering, but the least you can do is let me get some rest during the day, a third voice chimed in. The four of them there in a small domed room made of metal. The floor was dirt, however, and the door to the right led out into a long hall toward a brightly-lit interior. The roof was decorated with stylized figures of men, women, and monsters floating about in a seemingly endless landscape, independent to each other yet each making up a complex and intricate whole with each other. A central flower stood in the exact center, the dim glow which issued from it lit the room with a comfortable glow. Rafe lay on a small bed-like cot with pillows and woven fabrics draped over the pillows. At the foot of the bed stood a large tulip-like flower which had bright red petals and was planted directly into the dirt floor. In the center of the flower stood a woman, or at least she appeared to be a woman, with green skin and hair, her clear blue eyes showing clear signs of sleep deprivation. Her chin rested on her right hand while her left pressed against her hip, emphasizing her dismay with her companion's constant state of bickering. Beside her stood a prideful and busty woman with jet-black wings springing from her lower back and a long, arrow-head tipped tail springing from just above her round butt. She had strange markings on her body, similar to runes or the curving swirling patterns ink would make when dropped into water. A tight, leather-like, revealing bodysuit clung to her every curve and accentuated her well-endowed figure. Her playful and lively red eyes gleamed with mischief, but also a hint of wisdom. In her right hand she held a simple data readout, similar in use to the archaic clipboard, while in her right hand she held a stylus, with which she jabbed and made pointed remarks to the third woman in the room. She had a small red hat perched on the top of her head, and arms coated in a thick layer of black feathers. She bore an aura of dignity, her head cocked slightly to the side as she shrugged and decided to let the matter drop as it was. A robe-like garment was draped over her shoulders, with brilliant greens, reds, and black dyes coloring the finely woven fabric. Her black eyes turned down toward the human and she let out another sigh. Fine... Just let me know if you get any progress, she shook her head, I'm the one who brought him in, after all, and I hate to see him just laying there vegetating. That's my line, the flower-woman yawned. Sure, sure, the winged woman nodded, He should be waking up any time now.