My entry for today! Its long and a slight continuation of my other one! Might be really bad but I don't know...
Prompt three: Necroservus
Lilith swayed at the edge of Blasphamy's den. Her nerves were getting the best of her. She was taught never to enter another dragon's den, especially a dragon whom she had just met. Blasphemy looked at her.
"well," he smiled, "do you want to learn about your heritage, about your kind?"
"I thought you were going to teach me how to kill."
he laughed, "You don't need to learn how to. just watch those who failed their last trial."
"why," she hissed, "they can't control their power. What would I have to learn from them?"
"they were chosen to be killers. they can't pull the rot back. they are lucky."
"we have different views on who is lucky in this situation."
he laughed, it was a cold sound, not like the ones she heard back home, "You are lucky, Imperial. Your stench didn't scare off the mother. She gave you a gift and you would rather go back home and suffer. You were embraced by the mother. As where the Serverises. Their job is to eliminate those who stand in the way of talented Necromancers. They lifebur confidants, our bodyguards, our friends."
The word 'friends' seemed dark coming from his mouth. A chill crept up Lilith's spine as she sat down near what she hoped was a pile of rat bones, though they were far to big.
"So," she whispered, "you pulled me in here to tell me that servuses are the embodiment of death."
"Not at all," he let out a low growl, "I have an offer for you. one you will be a fool to refuse-"
She raised her paw, "consider me a fool then. I don't want Whatever you have. I just want to go back to my den, in a place that doesn't smell like rotting dragon meat. Or sickness. Or," she locked eyes with him, "like scum."
"you'll need me," he hissed and leapt in front of her, "you'll need me and a Necroservus if you ever want to be taken seriously here."
"Why."
"Status," he said, "A powerful Necro as a mate and a servant to do your bidding. It would prove that you belong here."
Belonging. Never had she belonged anywhere. Her adoptive clan took her in
out of pity, Blasphemy's offer of being accepted into his world, a world he had been trained to know, was tempting. But something didn't bode well with her.
"I thought most Necros became mates with their Necroservus," she met his eyes, "why would I need to be mates with you?"
"I'm smarter than you. I know how to interact with other plague dragons. Oh, and," he growled, visibly insulted, "I am the only male here who would look twice at you and not call you a filthy defector. Or a hideous snake in a beautiful plague ridden body. to every one else you would be nothing. even to a servus."
Lilith wanted to curse him, but she heard the truth in his words and blindly agreed.
Prompt three: Necroservus
Lilith swayed at the edge of Blasphamy's den. Her nerves were getting the best of her. She was taught never to enter another dragon's den, especially a dragon whom she had just met. Blasphemy looked at her.
"well," he smiled, "do you want to learn about your heritage, about your kind?"
"I thought you were going to teach me how to kill."
he laughed, "You don't need to learn how to. just watch those who failed their last trial."
"why," she hissed, "they can't control their power. What would I have to learn from them?"
"they were chosen to be killers. they can't pull the rot back. they are lucky."
"we have different views on who is lucky in this situation."
he laughed, it was a cold sound, not like the ones she heard back home, "You are lucky, Imperial. Your stench didn't scare off the mother. She gave you a gift and you would rather go back home and suffer. You were embraced by the mother. As where the Serverises. Their job is to eliminate those who stand in the way of talented Necromancers. They lifebur confidants, our bodyguards, our friends."
The word 'friends' seemed dark coming from his mouth. A chill crept up Lilith's spine as she sat down near what she hoped was a pile of rat bones, though they were far to big.
"So," she whispered, "you pulled me in here to tell me that servuses are the embodiment of death."
"Not at all," he let out a low growl, "I have an offer for you. one you will be a fool to refuse-"
She raised her paw, "consider me a fool then. I don't want Whatever you have. I just want to go back to my den, in a place that doesn't smell like rotting dragon meat. Or sickness. Or," she locked eyes with him, "like scum."
"you'll need me," he hissed and leapt in front of her, "you'll need me and a Necroservus if you ever want to be taken seriously here."
"Why."
"Status," he said, "A powerful Necro as a mate and a servant to do your bidding. It would prove that you belong here."
Belonging. Never had she belonged anywhere. Her adoptive clan took her in
out of pity, Blasphemy's offer of being accepted into his world, a world he had been trained to know, was tempting. But something didn't bode well with her.
"I thought most Necros became mates with their Necroservus," she met his eyes, "why would I need to be mates with you?"
"I'm smarter than you. I know how to interact with other plague dragons. Oh, and," he growled, visibly insulted, "I am the only male here who would look twice at you and not call you a filthy defector. Or a hideous snake in a beautiful plague ridden body. to every one else you would be nothing. even to a servus."
Lilith wanted to curse him, but she heard the truth in his words and blindly agreed.
