Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-25808351-20200804103755

Knight: Yeshga looks at Bertram’s hand but doesn’t shake it. Possibly because was still somewhat untrusting, or perhaps living in a swamp far from normal human civilizations, she has never learned what a handshake is. Instead she gives his hand a stern look, she even leans forward a bit and smells his hand out of curiosity for the gesture. She turns toward the gothic mansion now enveloped in Cyndwella’s cage and begins to slither away.

“Follow! Yeshga not sure about this! But Bertram, kind of.... cute.” Yeshga mumbles rather than shouts like she normally would. “I take to Lady Cyndwella, not much things I can do to help!”

Yeshga slithers up to the towering spire of spider leg like steel pillars and connecting chains, the violet flaming aura that surrounded it began to fluctuate. The chains begin to levitate and rise like snakes, directed and poised to strike at the approaching group.

“Don’t do dumb things! Or chains will wrap you up and send you far away! Let me talk!” Yeshga holds up her paw and presses it to the swirling flames, the violet flames begin to stretch out over her arm and soon a good portion of her body. Yet Yeshga does not scream. The flames do not appear to be hurting her at all, neither is body receiving any physical damage.

Instead, the flames move almost provocatively, lick Yeshga in certain areas. Yeshga’s face was one of pleasure, yet she was fighting the urge to show it, stifling a moan or gasp in Bertram and Chem’s presence. She held as long as she could until she finally gave up and collapsed to the ground, enjoying the flames that not caressed her body.

Then the flaming vale surrounding the spire lifts, and behind it floats Cyndwella, looking directly at Bertram with her arms folded and gaze unwelcoming.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Cyndwella breaks the silence. Yeshga still writhing in pleasure from the flames that are engulfing her.