Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-2806:105E:4:3C2C:1107:C4EC:3C97:BB04-20190120030819/@comment-25808351-20190120034410

The Manticore who destroyed my wall was lean, tough looking. She was toned, muscular in appearance. Her abs, arms and legs were littered with scars from years of harsh combat. Her fangs were long and her claws razor sharp. Her tail whipped around energetically, a sign of her eagerness for confrontation.

I was so awestruck by her beauty and physique that I couldn’t answer, I just marveled at the pillar of strength and beauty that stood in the recently formed hole in the wall.

“By the gods, what is your name fair maiden?” I call out. The Manticore looks around to see if I was talking to someone else. Seeing nobody, she narrows her eyes suspiciously.

“It’s Denathey.” She says crossing her arms.

“Oh beautiful mistress, my aspirations have been changed! I no longer seek the comfort of cold steel! I now seek the comfort of your touch and the love it brings!” I fall to my knees. “Please, what must a man do to gain your love!”

The Manticore sizes me up. She places a paw on her hip and looks down upon me. “Ya can start by not bein so desperate.”