Thread: All Hail the High Queen! (FoxWriter/Uminator)

the only thing that would make them all stop is if I stopped hanging out with you and i'm not about to do that! You'd be even more miserable. We both would. he pointed out. whats the point of pretending we don't like each other anymore when we'll be so unhappy we can't function? he wondered. they probobly didn't hear a thing you said. You know how males are. he scoffed, shaking his head. The only reason why he didn't act like that around her was because he'd met her back before girls where icky and stayed her friend even though she was an icky girl. But she wasn't a 'real' girl back then to him so he'd never really focused on her breasts and her amazing looks once they started coming in. he was more focused on how she always made him smile and gave him food and a place to sleep. She had patched up his scraped legs and helped him use his inhaler at night when he woke up from an asthma attack and encouraged his art even when his parents told him he was a waste of space and time and that his art was terrible and he'd be better off working on things that actually mattered. next time, try actually speaking in french and see if they notice. he teased with a smile. no. nothings broken I don't think. he admitted. they where a little more gentle with me today, probably because they where worried you'd show up. They didn't like it much last time when you kicked their asses. he admitted. He didn't bother trying to pick up any of his stuff, they where all completely ruined. sure we can! Lot's of really handsome people have crooked noses! he admitted with a grin before smiling at her. just eighteen more months. he muttered. eighteen more months and we will be freaking free. he agreed, accepting her hand and getting to his feet tenderly. Letting her lead him to her house. do you suppose I could be emancipated if I went to the right police officer? he wondered. i've been taking care of myself since I was about four anyway. he admitted. He was more than happy to hold her hand, it was something the always did. Ever since they'd first met. Thanks Nattie. he said to her with a faint blush. He was always a bit embarrassed when he got his ass kicked. He'd always called her Nattie, since he hadn't been able to pronounce Natalia when he was younger, mostly because he never spoke. He went to school, not knowing really how to talk because his parents had always scorned him for speaking. It wasn't until he met Cleo when they where about ten or eleven that he'd started actually talking, it had been slurred and stuttering and it had taken him a long time to get used to speaking, but they had worked with him relentlessly in order to make sure he could talk like a normal person. Somehow, Natalia seamed to be the only damn adult in the entire word who realized how fucked up that really was. How much neglect he was constantly going through. Point blank, he was being abused and no one said anything because his mummy and daddy where rich, the fuckers. He was half tempted to spend all of his money suing them for their multi-million fortune! He wasn't sure the ladies would appreciate that though. Can I stay for dinner? he asked hopefully. She always said yes, but it only felt right to ask first. Neema looked amused at him, she had a half an idea of what he was thinking. Her Majesty the High King had allowed her to do pretty much whatever she wanted. She had served the High King's Father. Who had also been the High King. She had changed the High King's diapers and had fed him. She had soothed him from his nightmares and taught him how to be a good king, since his mother had died during childbirth and his father had pretty much greived to death over the loss of his first and only Wife. The High King's father had been very young, and had only the time to get the one wife and only one son, so Neema had all but raised him and had loved him deerly and thus was beyond corruption. She would always serve the High King without fail. Now she would serve his daughter with the same passion and efficiency. their internet is almost as vast as the Collectives is. she agreed. it seams to be filled mostly with cats. unlike internet. The Collectives did not allow for communication. They had other smaller devices for that, which where not attached to the collectives. That this Internet was filled mostly with stupidity, bad puns, terrible jokes and opinions would baffle The People. She was a bit worried that the Collective might get ideas. Oh well, if the Collective wanted, the Collective would and nothing and no one would change the Collective's mind. ugh, a parasitic species. she huffed, as disgusted by the idea as a human would at finding out they had a bot fly in their scalp. it was not the High King, it was Freeya. the favorite wife of the High King. she named the child Cleo, her human handmaiden's idea. she admitted with a small, faint smile. Freeya had been her favorite as well, and had even arranged for Freeya to go to earth, for she had wanted a unique handmaiden and had wanted to choose one for herself. Freeya had chosen very well, the human had been devoted from the very first second she'd laid eyes on her Majesty the Queen Freeya. hmmm. Yes. It says here. Cell Phones. she agreed, examining the information that the Collective had given to her. these humans spend all their time on the things doing various functions, mostly communications and something called a Flappy Bird. she admitted, her head tilted. odd little creatures, humans. she admitted. Being as she was raised amidst these people, they might very well become a part of the People. she shrugged before focusing intently on him and then moving closer to examine the area. a very well done job Drixel. she praised. i am very pleased indeed. she admitted. i might even let you have a taste of one of my concubines for this. she admitted. A Concubine to the people, was nothing like it was on earth. A Concubine, Neema's in particular, was a species. They where like a succubus. They devoured sexual energy and most of their life was spent looking for someone to please and doing just that, pleasing them. They where like the perfect sex slave, though if you dared mistreat one, they themselves would slaughter you. Slowly and painfully. They tolerated no disrespect and fucked only who THEY wanted to fuck. Neema 'owned' three of them, which basically meant they accosted her whenever they felt like and she fed, watered, housed and clothed them in return. Sometimes, when she was very pleased with someone, she would present them to the Concubines and they would decide of the being was worthy enough of their attentions or not. The three where even pickier than normal Concubines where, so that was fairly rare. as for the surface, their pathetic satellites will not be able to see through our shields in the Solar Pods. one Pod was enough to hold six humanoid beings, provided they weren't too big. They created an odd energy signature that blocked out other signals, rendering them invisible to most technology. Earth would not be able to see them, not even with their eyes. go and prepare to visit the surface. once there, we will look for the human handmaiden. she was reportedly sent with the child. she admitted. if we cannot find her, we must assume her dead and look for the child herself instead. will her signal get any stronger if we get closer?