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Thread: To Tread The Straight & Narrow (Mister King & Zoraida)

Why should I call you a duchess, harlot? As if any of you beasts deserve a title above 'Scum'. Still filled with bitterness at the situation, Zahal spit. He hit the Duchess square in the cunt and laughed a grim laugh, without humor, at the result. The only reason I'm here, harlot, is to slay as many of you savage sluts as I have to until our village is safe. Contempt and nothing else filled his eyes.
Thread: To Tread The Straight & Narrow (Mister King & Zoraida)

Until your village is safe, hmm? You humans come here a bit too often to hunt us as sport. She hissed in return before running one of her claws down his neck, just barely breaking skin. You dont seem to listen well and perhaps Ill show you the usual treatment of wandering boys playing heroes The manticore woman then made herself a rather comfortable seat right next to him, her tail, not barbed at the moment began to slide over his crotch as she sat there with devious amusement. Furthermore, none of us have attacked your villiage we use willing subjects for milking subjects far more well-bred. She crossed her legs as the tail began to secrete its usual liquids and it continued to nuzzle and bump against him, Whether or not your society sees me as a Duchess is of no consequence to me, you worthless bag of flesh Its all about how the others do and they adore me for I keep them safe from meddling, disgusting humans such as you. Truth be told Id never let this lovely tail of mine drink from your loins of course if I even wanted to She pauses and lifts the bulb of her tail up and away from him, spines starting to shoot out in every which way direction all over it, Just one prick from these would cause you to want more She then quickly shook her head, But that isnt my game unless you really want to play with my temper you idiotic human. If not then itll be as painless as you want to make of it. Though she grew bored she still snagged a rather large book off of the wall. She looked over the passages of monsters long since passed, in a book of magic that had been unique to them as such a varied culture. Truth be told Im only left bored by you especially considering I am hungry for neither your seed nor your flesh.
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Zahal stared her straight in the eyes and grinned. Whether the grin was the result of the lust or loathing she stirred up in him couldn't be discerned. Show me all the 'treatment' you desire, harlot, but you'll never break me. The day I submit to someone of your stature is the day the sun in the sky is rent asunder. That was the problem with these filthy slut-beasts. They held such facile beliefs about their supposed superiority because they had wings or nice titsthat they were completely ignorant of the world around them. If you've nothing left to say, harlot, then I humbly request you leave me be. These restraints are unpleasant enough without having to be exposed to your vile presence. Without waiting for her response Zahal closed his eyes and let his head sag. At first it appeared he had fallen asleep, but upon closer inspection faint words could be heard as his lips softly moved. The knight was singing hymns.
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She huffs before pausing, his singing distracting her momentarily until she whipped around and headed out, shutting the door behind her to leave him in the complete darkness of the basement. Elowen chose to pretend he wasnt even down there. It would be his stubborn pride that would starve him to death, or at least thats what she had decided. Now that she was up on the first floor of the cabin she started a fire and sits down in a rather comforting chair, opening that book back up and reading through it calmly. In the back of her head she was still continuing to fume. How dare he! How DARE he. She was Lady Elowen Amadette Celine Constancia Regimontem the Second. Did humans not know how important she was? How important her mother was? No, they simply did not understand that they had the same emotions and pain that humans did. They didnt understand that her sisters and brothers that they hunted for sport were real and intelligent beings just as themselves. True, they needed the spirit energy of humans to survive but lately they had been careful. They remained up in the mountains with only the volunteer humans who adored them to be milked. It was a hard decision for Elowen but it was one that she was willing to live with. Better to mind their own business than to be mounted, dead on a humans wall. This decision had angered many others amongst her. They would still go down and feed on others, but there wasnt much she could do about that. The manticores head pulsated with all these hard decisions shed have to make. She had an entire land of people that were starving if they did not leave the mountains and would be killed if they did. Soon, she found herself pacing back and forth on the floor once again, her claws clicking against the hardwood, a noise that is probably easily heard by the wannabe hero she had strapped up in the basement. None of this makes sense anymore I dont know what to do She mumbled before looking down at her feet. Maybe I am exactly as that filthy human had said but I guess I cant give in to that thinking
Thread: To Tread The Straight & Narrow (Mister King & Zoraida)

Days passed. Zahal remained bound in the cellar, although the harlot had the courtesy to free him from the restrictive chair and merely bind his wrists together and tie them to the wall. As the days went by, Zahal spent most of his time reciting his hymns, prayers, or incantations in meditation. There was little he could do in his current predicament, and thus he spent what time he could in communion with god. The harlot brought him a meal in the morning and one in the evening, apparently still undecided as to what she should do with the knight. The food she prepared was typically a meager portion of poorly roasted meat, with a vegetable or fruit and a cup of water as well. He usually missed her presence thank goodness as a result of his near-constant meditations, but she nevertheless kept him fed, if only barely. This time, however, he wasn't so lucky. The harlot sauntered in, her lovely breasts and pert ass swaying without shame, to retrieve Zahal's plate before she began to cook. Resisting the temptation to ogle at the slut for the first time in days, Zahal raised his head to greet her. Hello my dear harlot it's been some time since I felt the displeasure of your company. Tell me, are all beasts as terrible at preparing food as you?
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Well in case you didnt notice I dont have any thumbs. She states very simply, setting down the plate and holding out her paws, Usually one of the slime girls cook me dinner. She responds before crossing her arms, Youre not as fortunate, semen sack. Elowen seemed clearly exhausted and uncaring about whatever words he threw at her for the time being. She simply didnt care at the time, especially considering more monsters of her land had been going missing lately. She wondered why she was still bothering with this human at the time and why she continued to keep him alive. Ive better things to do than to continue your sorry existence in too much comfort. Ill leave you now considering thats about all you have to say to me for sure. She mutters as she moves to head upstairs, her bulbous tail swinging like a pendulum as she heads the other way. Truth was, she had been quite hungry for the past few days. While her loyal subjects had insisted that she eat she simply could not, too worried about what had become of the missing monsters and what would become of her land if things such as this would continue.
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As the pouting harlot absconded from his presence, Zahal honestly felt a little miffed at how she snubbed him. Nevertheless, he raised his voice after her. Would you like me to cook for you, harlot? That would make both of our stays here a little less intolerable. Immediately he began coughing, as the lack of water over the past few days and the constant light singing had made his throat more hoarse than he'd expected.
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The girls head whipped around, her eyes narrowing before she moved up to him and carefully knicked his bindings before heading upstairs, All the doors are locked but you look pitiful and I could care less where you go exactly. She huffs before leaving the door to the first floor wide open for him to head upstairs or remain down there. The manticore planted herself down in her chair once again, stretching out her wings a little bit before staring blankly into the fire as her mind continued to buzz around in intense thought and melancholy. She looked rather exhausted, those normally intense and rounded eyes sunken in a bit with dark circles around them and that ever-problematic tail swaying a bit lower than usual.
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How nice of her. When Zahal finally stood up for the first time in days, he immediately fell back over one all the blood rushed back from his head. Taking it far more slowly this time, Zahal very gently rose to his feet and began to stretch his limbs. His body burned as he flexed it back and forth, and there was a brief series of loud pops as each of his joints cracked. Once he achieved a passable physical condition, Zahal ascended the stairs. He had to take them slowly and keep close to the wall, but he was feeling much better one he crossed the final step. It didn't take him long to find the kitchen area of the cabin, and he spent a while familiarizing himself with it. When he felt comfortable enough with the setup he located a brace for rabbits and some potatoes to begin with. During this time, Zahal sung his hymns once again. This time, however, he didn't sing in a low whisper but rather a his normal singing voice. His hymns were occasionally interrupted whenever Zahal discovered one of his favorite spices or seasonings, which happened once or twice. After discovering some greens and carrots to add into the mix, when Zahal finished singing Reign of our God he turned towards the armchair by the fireplace and asked the manticore a question, What's wrong, my dear harlot? Does allowing a human to roam outside of his cage upset you?
Thread: To Tread The Straight & Narrow (Mister King & Zoraida)

She sighs and looks over to him with a disinterested expression, What is the damn point of you singing like that? Lift your hopes? Surely not, youre a hopeless little jizz bag you know. Then quickly shakes her head, No matter. I will not ask too much of your strange culture. You believe in things that dont have physical form and ignore that which is right in front of you. Her eyes lower back to her book as she crosses one leg over the other. Her tail flicks about lazily as she tries to look as uninterested as possible about the human that was now in her house. Theres also a canteen in there if youre thirsty. I dont know how much feeding and drink a human would need. Thats not my job. She honestly hadnt a clue what she was doing anymore but if he continued to behave she did decide that he would be allowed to roam through the house though would never be permitted to go outside. Her ears flicked around at the noise he was making but honestly couldnt care too much about the current situation, or at least she was trying hard not to.
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Although he was loathe to admit it, Zahal felt a bit of cathartic joy at his captor's irritation. Have you considered, my dear, that I enjoy these sacred tunes and their presence makes life a touch more bearable? The rabbits were taking longer to cook than he expected, so he finished up a side of bread he was working on. I do not need them for hope, let me assure you. Zahal swung his hand towards the shelf of books to emphasise his next statement, These hymns are merely important to me, as much as those books might be to you, I assume. It's ... comforting, I suppose, to be among something familiar and close to you, especially somewhere this abnormal. There was a trace of sardony in that last bit. Zahal gathered the smaller course into a plate and brought it to the manticore. As he walked over to her chair, however, he noticed something. Something that he hadn't noticed before in the midst of the bondage and captivity. The manticore smelled nice. He couldn't quite pick out exactly what it was, whether it was a devious pheromone on the part of the harlot, if she had applied some sort of perfume did these savages even know of perfume, or of she simply had a nice scent. Whatever it was it stunned Zahal, and he just stood by her with the food, actively enjoying her presence for the first time since he laid eyes on her.
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Elowen blinked a few times, actually able to comprehend, And what, pray tell do your little songs mean to you? What is it that drives you, soldier? She asks with a tilt of her head. Her voice was softened and she almost regretted calling him anything but a jizz bag and a fleshy snack however she wasnt one to go back on things she had said even if she wasnt entirely thinking on them. To his people, that was exactly what he was, even if she didnt think it herself. She then began to carefully nibble at the plate. Although custom deemed that she eat it carefully with a fork between her paws it was clear that she hadnt quite mastered that art of fine dining yet with those clumsy limbs of hers. While the tail of the manticore girl would normally sway viciously near Zahal it seemed to have calmed down around him, merely dangling from the chair and occasionally twitching as her ears would. It was almost as if she was used to the presence of a human with a plentiful food supply for her without having the urge to jump him and feed. It was something strange for Lady Elowen but she would continue to try and convince herself that his seed was simply not good enough for her even if it previously took much of her energy to focus on anything but that substance within her captive and that substance that drove most monster girls. There was a very low count of males in most monstrous races and many had to rely on cross-breeding with humans due to that fact. She wasnt sure that was why monsters craved that sort of thing from humans, even though they could live off of other sources of food, or if it was something that had always been there.
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Zahal was lost in the manticore's smell for longer than he thought, and it took her asking him a question to snap him out of it. Mulling over his response, he first headed back to the meal he was preparing. That, dear, is a complex question. Zahal pulled out the brace of rabbits he put in a while ago and set them on dishes, beginning to lay everything out for the meal. As such, replying with anything other than a complex answer would be dishonest. He set the food on the table and arranged it in preparation for the meal, then he took a step back and pulled out the chair, indicating her to take a seat. Why are you here, lovely harlot? By 'here' I mean why do you choose to do what you do, or did you even have a choice at all? You call yourself royalty and a duchess, but is that honestly what you should be? How do you know you wouldn't be a better hunter, architect, or horticulturist? Why do you choose to lead your nation when it is entirely possible there are better candidates? Why do you keep me alive in this pleasant prison, and for that matter why do I keep myself alive? Zahal stood off to the side of the table, leaving the manticore there by her lonesome as she only had one dining chair. You can answer each of those questions at once, with a single answer. Also you can call me Zahal.
Thread: To Tread The Straight & Narrow (Mister King & Zoraida)

Im a lady as my mother was She states simply with a small shrug, She did what she must as I must do what she did. Theres not really that much to it. Its not like I really have anything else to do with my time in the first place. She leans back against her chair and continues to nibble on the food she had been given with a small shrug. Id say Im alright with it but it seems like my advisors have the better answers lately. Why am I telling you this though, anyways? She asked with a small shake of her head. Im sure you have no interest in a society of what is the word you call me? Harlots. Yes that was the one. I dont believe I remember you caring, even after being hung dry as you were. She taps one of her nails on the arm of the chair before shaking her head, But that is neither here nor there I suppose. She yawns and stretches out a little, her ears flattening a bit as she lets out a small, barely-noticeable squeak to go along with the yawn. She really didnt expect him to notice and hoped he didnt mention it. She was still half-wild after all, as all monster girls were. Her tail lashed a bit more quickly, her eyes focusing on him to see if he would say anything. She shook her head quickly of that thought, however. What did it matter? What would he hurt other than her pride? Did her pride even matter when it was just the two of them anyways? These questions fluttered through Elowens head as she made an attempt to find answers but found more questions behind the answers that she could even think of. So instead of focusing on that which was left unanswered, she made an attempt to delve back into her book. I didnt answer as you wished, however. I apologize for that much. Keeping you alive I dont know maybe I dont want to be seen as savage. And I think Id be more suited in the circle of magi that are below me
Thread: To Tread The Straight & Narrow (Mister King & Zoraida)

Well you aren't wrong. I'm not one for politics, especially yours, but that's besides the point. Zahal stole a sip from the glass, savoring the fresh taste he'd been deprived of for too long. Outside the wind hissed against the walls of the cabin, forecasting a cold, long night. You do all of these things and make all of these decisions while missing a number of relevant details, but you keep on nevertheless because of an inherent assumption that all will be well. That, milady, is why I am still alive, stayed by your hand and mine. It is why I hum my hymns, and why you are hopefully enjoying this meal before you. Faith it's quite a nice thing to possess. Throughout the time Zahal had been keeping an eye on her tail, partially for his well-being and partially to determine how to approach the monster. At the end of his explanation he had been tempted to inform the harlot that the reason beasts such as her were on the decline was due to their inability to recognize and use faith but he relented at the last minute, seeing the motions of her tail and deciding to spare her the pain of the truth. He still couldn't shake her smell, however, and he lurked on its periphery in an attempt to determine if he had felt it before. As evening rolled by the temperature of the cabin dropped gradually, combating the fire's attempts to keep them warm.
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...what you speak, human... is actually quite true... She states with a heavy sigh as she sets down the book and looks up at him. While her gaze had always been cold towards him, it seemed to hold something different this time. Just this once. They maybe held some sort of weakness behind them. Though I suppose my kind is quite stubborn. Many refuse to believe that something other than their own will drives them to continue forward. She taps her paws together as she looks at him up and down. He's lucky the difference between cravings and actual hunger are quite different... though... the craving is kind of strong as of right now... Her tail squirms a little before she realizes just how cool the air was getting. She curled up into her spot and glanced around before snagging a blanket off of the back of the chair and huddling into it. While she was used to the cold, the manticore was used to more volcanic areas as opposed to her current temperature. I'm going to be heading to sleep. Can I trust you'll stay here seeing as it's far too cold and I've confiscated most of your clothing? She asks with a raise of an eyebrow, suddenly thinking about how problematic that was for at least her tail in the current point and time.
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You can trust, Zahal complies, albeit with a raised eyebrow of his own. Although I'm inclined to believe you're the one who would be more effected by the weather, given your... he coughed, nervously, erm, dress habits. His pace was starting to quicken and his skin flush his thoughts of her clothing led to thoughts about what was under them, which in turn simulated parts of his body. Nevertheless, what are your thoughts on the food, harlot? Have you had your fill? Now Zahal was reaching for any topic that could calm his loins of which culinary matters were one. If we are to continue this arrangement, I would be obliged to do my best possible work, even for a harlot such as yourself.
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I am at the very least sated. Your cooking skills are better than mine. It's difficult to prepare food with my own paws... much easier to catch said food, however. She let out a short chuckle to her own joke before heading off into another room to change into her nightwear. Though the pajamas did not cover too much more than her usual attire. It was a rather simple white nightgown that at least covered her stomach. That being said she's making quick work to turn herself into a little manticore burrito by the fire. If you would like we can sit and continue this... discussion. She stated, choosing not to insert an adjective as she didn't exactly know how to describe it. Was it infuriating? Yes. Was it interesting? Well... yes. She wasn't sure exactly how to feel about any of it, but perhaps she was beginning to understand that humans, too wanted peace in this world. Perhaps they simply did not know how exactly to find it other than eliminating her kind, a similar philosophy one of her advisers had taken. Was it a way to solve the problem? Yes... but certainly not a good one for one party or the other.
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Zahal grabbed the chair from the table and set it across from her armchair, jealous of her blanket. Nevertheless, he rubbed his arms and soaked up all of the fire he could. The cabin was nice and cozy for a manticore, and wouldn't be too out of place with an old human hermit in it. Zahal shook his head of the comparison, his focus falling on his captor in the other room, changing. He shook his head again, this time more vigorously. As she sat and made her statement, Zahal offered a rebuttal, But what discussion is in need of continuation, my dear? We agree faith is necessary for the ultimate survival and dominance of a culture, and that ours possesses it while yours lacks it. He realized the rather ... bold claim he just made, and so Zahal tried to recover and change the course as fast as possible. But how can we properly discuss matters if you won't tell me who you are? Such anonymous spats aren't my favorite, I'll have you know.