A new addition to the Basic Training family, maybe this can be a daily bi-daily thing (Maybe but also unlikely) Pretty much the same idea as Little Necromancer but with a bit more emphases on detail description.
Goal: Lengthy dialogue by a single character
Prompt: Medusa talking to one of her snakes
Results:
In a dungeon flowing with sand. There is a women. She lays on a stone couch, a brilliant crimson rug cradling her bottom half. Larger and wider than the greatest snake you have seen her tail joins to her waist like tight fitting sleeve wrapping itself over her hips. The occasional scale growing along her fair Arabic skin. She lays there a toga covering her upper body, draping her motherly figure in a soft white. The snakes that act as her hair wriggle along her scalp hissing as heroes cross through the dungeon, appearing on the orb that floats in front of her. Her breath parts along her upturned fingers.
“Shh,” she says tasting the air with her elongated tongue. Stroking the heads of her zealous kin, “Cause them mayhem,” she says bringing one of their heads to her lips, “let me feast on their sumptuous flesh.”
The snakes obey stretching their bodies across the sand, slipping into the crevices of the tomb. Leaving her and the rest of their kin.
“Ohh to be young, to be so delectable,” she says spreading the orb across the wall of her personal chambers. The heroes creep through her well-lit home as if they were going to war. Swords and shields brandished. Skirting their feet forward as if traps of death and misery lay beneath them.
Really, she had grown board of screams and twisted faces. She found it loathsome for such fine features to knot into such ugly scabs. She giggles to herself drawing a bowl of fruit to her side, crushing an apple between her teeth. This was much better.
“If I where any younger I would take that one for myself,” She says pointing to a brawny adventure who leads the party his shaved head shining across the luminescent display, “He has pecks that make me squirm, Ohh! And look at that priestess, holding his arm like a mewing kitten bah! If I were to have but an ounce of that youth I would have him on my bed!” She crushes the next half of the apple between her teeth, “Life is too short to play the role of maiden, Seduce him! Seduce him!” She yells bouncing the apple core along the wall, “On my mark strip him down,” she says standing on her tail as the snakes coil into position along the cracks of the tomb walls, “Wait,” she says their tails wriggling in the cracks of the tomb. The heroes walk into her amusement, “Now,” blobs of acid launch from the tongues of the vipers, landing across the head warrior’s plate armor.
Rust lurches across the iron chewing it to dust.
“Now show me those pecs,” she pleads the vipers stripping the warrior layer by layer, “Now if I were to be picky,” she says rolling an apple into her hand, “I would tell you to slowly strip him, yes? Yes, I think we shall, give me plenty of light and a scrumptious view,” She says resting along her couch chewing morsels of apple as the warrior was stripped like a child running from his bath, “Scrumptious,” the warrior’s nude abs run through the tomb the priestess running behind him. The rest of their party watching as the once dignified leader cradles his privates running from the bombardment of acid.
Much, much, better the serpent women thinks, licking the juice from her fingers.
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