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7/11/2025, 2:46:54 AM
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“Oh, Cara!” he greets you as he comes around the corner, and then pales slightly as his eyes rise to follow the curvature of your new friend. “And this must be…”
“I am nameless since time immemorial,” answers the hundun cheerfully. “Or, well, the first of my kind was? At any rate, I’ve never managed to come up with a suitable name, and I frequently forget if I AM the original. It’s all rather a bore to consider! But Miss Yosef here has called me ‘Empy’, so I suppose you may as well.”
“Heh, ya like that one?”
“I find it most amusing.” Something about the way ‘Empy’ says that gives you the warm and fuzzy feeling that it is its highest-most praise. “Most, most amusing.”
“…Well, I should probably, ah, leave the two of you to it.”
You look back to Martyn, whose anxiety is palpable. You suppose several hundred pounds of amorphous, unpredictable flesh monster talking (or mentally projecting) about ‘time immemorial’ might do that to a hobbit. Still, it’s been a minute since you saw Marty… And even before you left, things felt a little weird. First there’d been the whole, uh, THING with the shirin…
(…and the somewhat savage, semi-consensual, semi-CONSCIOUS sex which had accompanied it…)
…and THEN, he’d been all busy with his work on the forge. He’d seemingly had misgivings about what it did to Yeb-Uit, what with the subdermal horn nubbins and subtle hint of scales. Ayla’s fixed that up, you think, but he’d still seemed off, somehow. Distant.
(And out there on the steppe, beneath the Emperor’s mountain, when you’d fallen under his spell through some unintentional demon-contract whatsit, after your dance-battle… You’d maybe had a few misgivings of your own. How much of that was your succubus soul, and how much of it was real relationship angst? Is there a difference between the two, for a thing like you?)
“Oh my,” the Naked Emperor murmurs, and your cheeks heat up again—‘How much did it hear?!’
>Hurry off with the hundun
>Take a moment to talk to Martyn, in private
>You need to be a lone for a sec… Now!
>Write-in
“Oh, Cara!” he greets you as he comes around the corner, and then pales slightly as his eyes rise to follow the curvature of your new friend. “And this must be…”
“I am nameless since time immemorial,” answers the hundun cheerfully. “Or, well, the first of my kind was? At any rate, I’ve never managed to come up with a suitable name, and I frequently forget if I AM the original. It’s all rather a bore to consider! But Miss Yosef here has called me ‘Empy’, so I suppose you may as well.”
“Heh, ya like that one?”
“I find it most amusing.” Something about the way ‘Empy’ says that gives you the warm and fuzzy feeling that it is its highest-most praise. “Most, most amusing.”
“…Well, I should probably, ah, leave the two of you to it.”
You look back to Martyn, whose anxiety is palpable. You suppose several hundred pounds of amorphous, unpredictable flesh monster talking (or mentally projecting) about ‘time immemorial’ might do that to a hobbit. Still, it’s been a minute since you saw Marty… And even before you left, things felt a little weird. First there’d been the whole, uh, THING with the shirin…
(…and the somewhat savage, semi-consensual, semi-CONSCIOUS sex which had accompanied it…)
…and THEN, he’d been all busy with his work on the forge. He’d seemingly had misgivings about what it did to Yeb-Uit, what with the subdermal horn nubbins and subtle hint of scales. Ayla’s fixed that up, you think, but he’d still seemed off, somehow. Distant.
(And out there on the steppe, beneath the Emperor’s mountain, when you’d fallen under his spell through some unintentional demon-contract whatsit, after your dance-battle… You’d maybe had a few misgivings of your own. How much of that was your succubus soul, and how much of it was real relationship angst? Is there a difference between the two, for a thing like you?)
“Oh my,” the Naked Emperor murmurs, and your cheeks heat up again—‘How much did it hear?!’
>Hurry off with the hundun
>Take a moment to talk to Martyn, in private
>You need to be a lone for a sec… Now!
>Write-in
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