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89th - 91st
Summer 517 AV
"Speech"
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.89th - 91st
Summer 517 AV
"Speech"
89th
Ssanya blinked heavily. A high-pitched whining irritated her ear, as something drifted past her face and alighted her earlobe. With instincts as swift as, well, a snake, the woman's hand whipped up and slammed against the side of her face, causing her ear to ring and her jaw to sting. Morning had broken. She stirred from her state of lethargy, and slowly shifted into her snake form, working out the stretch of her bones into the sandy-coloured skin of her Dhani body, until she felt relaxed and warm and content. She curled up into a ball, and scratched an insect bite on her ankle.
A few chimes passed as she drifted in and out of slumber. Her ears were pricked to the sounds of the building. She winced as nearby, somebody retched. She scratched her itch, her hand lingering on the hot patchy skin around the bite. She peeled her eyes open again, and looked down the length of her body. Her right leg, the one that had sprawled out from under the thin covers, was dotted with three insect bites. That was unusual. With Alvadas' moderate climate, she hadn't noticed it being particularly overtaken with biting creatures. She almost... almost dismissed the bites as nothing more than odd, but they felt odd. Hot, somehow.
Now she was properly awake, and feeling foul. Her mouth was dry, so she downed a beaker of tepid water from the jug and sat on the edge of her bed, wondering what to do. She lay back, slowly, her monstrous form barely able to fit on the narrow bed. The day loomed ahead, and she had nothing to fill it with. Like any other day, she decided it would be a good idea to walk through Alvadas, City of Dreams.
Fifteen chimes later...
The streets were oddly quiet, once she had strode from the building, nursing her head and still clad in her snaked skin. There was a haze to the sky, but Ssanya found the heat welcoming. She was warmed to the core, and it was pleasant. That was the only thing that was nice about the day though. Another insect flew, something tiny and inconsequential, and she slapped her hand down and killed it, smearing dead fly across her hand to her disgust. There was a general whining quality about the city. Something not quite right...
The snake woman garnered a few glances as she walked slower than usual along the strangely jagged road, picking her feet over the more dangerous shards of broken rock as she peered through stranger's windows. A woman leaned out of the window above, and she reeled back in disgusted surprise at the expression of green, oily sickness on her face. The snake-woman felt her unease grow, and she stopped to give her leg a thorough scratching, her nails raking over her scales until she realised that no matter what she did, the itch wouldn't go away.
.Ssanya blinked heavily. A high-pitched whining irritated her ear, as something drifted past her face and alighted her earlobe. With instincts as swift as, well, a snake, the woman's hand whipped up and slammed against the side of her face, causing her ear to ring and her jaw to sting. Morning had broken. She stirred from her state of lethargy, and slowly shifted into her snake form, working out the stretch of her bones into the sandy-coloured skin of her Dhani body, until she felt relaxed and warm and content. She curled up into a ball, and scratched an insect bite on her ankle.
A few chimes passed as she drifted in and out of slumber. Her ears were pricked to the sounds of the building. She winced as nearby, somebody retched. She scratched her itch, her hand lingering on the hot patchy skin around the bite. She peeled her eyes open again, and looked down the length of her body. Her right leg, the one that had sprawled out from under the thin covers, was dotted with three insect bites. That was unusual. With Alvadas' moderate climate, she hadn't noticed it being particularly overtaken with biting creatures. She almost... almost dismissed the bites as nothing more than odd, but they felt odd. Hot, somehow.
Now she was properly awake, and feeling foul. Her mouth was dry, so she downed a beaker of tepid water from the jug and sat on the edge of her bed, wondering what to do. She lay back, slowly, her monstrous form barely able to fit on the narrow bed. The day loomed ahead, and she had nothing to fill it with. Like any other day, she decided it would be a good idea to walk through Alvadas, City of Dreams.
Fifteen chimes later...
The streets were oddly quiet, once she had strode from the building, nursing her head and still clad in her snaked skin. There was a haze to the sky, but Ssanya found the heat welcoming. She was warmed to the core, and it was pleasant. That was the only thing that was nice about the day though. Another insect flew, something tiny and inconsequential, and she slapped her hand down and killed it, smearing dead fly across her hand to her disgust. There was a general whining quality about the city. Something not quite right...
The snake woman garnered a few glances as she walked slower than usual along the strangely jagged road, picking her feet over the more dangerous shards of broken rock as she peered through stranger's windows. A woman leaned out of the window above, and she reeled back in disgusted surprise at the expression of green, oily sickness on her face. The snake-woman felt her unease grow, and she stopped to give her leg a thorough scratching, her nails raking over her scales until she realised that no matter what she did, the itch wouldn't go away.
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