Laura I. Kings'nake
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 21
Appearance: Laura is red faced snake lass, with black, yellow, and red stripes swirling 'round on her scales all the way to the tip of her tail. She's less human then the typical snakeling, with a full snake head and scales all about with no skin.
She's quite thin, with her tail not reaching the width of more dangerous human sized snakes. Her eyes are black with white pupils and her face is quite neutral without the threat of a cobra or a more dangerous snake.
Her clothes are rough and sturdy burlap. She wears a straw hat, and typically has some sort of bag on her back to carry her tools ground with her.
Skills and Abilities: She isn't poisonous despite looking like a highly poisonous coral snakeling. In fact she has no poison or enhanced strength at all, with her only unnatural attribute being her speed.
Biography: She's a hardworking farmer, who broke off from her more cannibalistic society instead becoming a vegetarian. She tended a field of wheat, potatoes, carrots, and peanuts. Her only exception to her vegetarian beliefs are fish, as she is quite certain they aren't sentient in the slightest. It's more of a logical temptation.
When the danger hit she was able to grab enough seeds to prepare for the future, and a small crate of her chickens. During the voyage she was able to bribe her fellow passengers with eggs to keep them alive for the future. She ended up using her hardtack to feed them on the way over.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 17:49:09 GMT -5
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Post by Laura I. Kings'nake on Mar 30, 2021 11:54:19 GMT -5
A small little hut buried into the dirt lay just outside camp. Next to it was a field, neatly tilled and with rows of planted seeds already buried and laid out. A roughly made picket fence composed of sticks tied together with fresh twine surrounded the small little farm keeping it somewhat protected from the local wildlife that pestered most farmers.
Right next to the hut was a wooden little house. It was a simple little chicken coop, lined with moss and other niceties. Inside the little house was a plethora of plump chickens and quite a few roosters. The hut clearly had more effort put into it then the hut, way more time had been poured into the construction, and it even seemed like they'd somehow found some paint for it.
All in all it was a nice little place, very quaint, and very homely, but it was a home. For inside lived a small red, yellow, and black snake, currently the lone farmer of Isra, or at least the most eager as of the landing of the ship. Fortune favored those who came early, and broke bread in the wee hours of the morn. Thusly Laura I. Kings'nake was prepared.
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Laura I. Kings'nake
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 21
Appearance: Laura is red faced snake lass, with black, yellow, and red stripes swirling 'round on her scales all the way to the tip of her tail. She's less human then the typical snakeling, with a full snake head and scales all about with no skin.
She's quite thin, with her tail not reaching the width of more dangerous human sized snakes. Her eyes are black with white pupils and her face is quite neutral without the threat of a cobra or a more dangerous snake.
Her clothes are rough and sturdy burlap. She wears a straw hat, and typically has some sort of bag on her back to carry her tools ground with her.
Skills and Abilities: She isn't poisonous despite looking like a highly poisonous coral snakeling. In fact she has no poison or enhanced strength at all, with her only unnatural attribute being her speed.
Biography: She's a hardworking farmer, who broke off from her more cannibalistic society instead becoming a vegetarian. She tended a field of wheat, potatoes, carrots, and peanuts. Her only exception to her vegetarian beliefs are fish, as she is quite certain they aren't sentient in the slightest. It's more of a logical temptation.
When the danger hit she was able to grab enough seeds to prepare for the future, and a small crate of her chickens. During the voyage she was able to bribe her fellow passengers with eggs to keep them alive for the future. She ended up using her hardtack to feed them on the way over.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 17:49:09 GMT -5
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Post by Laura I. Kings'nake on Mar 30, 2021 15:07:10 GMT -5
Introduction:
Job 40:20 ESV, “For the mountains yield food for him where all the wild beasts play.”
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The long red, black, and yellow snake woke up with the greeting of the cheery clucking of chickens as she pushed open the door to her hutt. She slithered out whistling a cheery summer tune as she moved towards her large rows of plants. Her scales glistened in the bright overbearing sunlight. She stretched her arms up to the sky with a happy yawn; it was a lovely day to be a reptile.
She kept her tune a going and started to tend to the plethora of plants laid around her house stuck in little homemade earthenware pots and jars. Her small clawed hands were mired with dirt and bits of leaves stuck in her scales. She thought to herself in a happy glee, “Thisss isss quite nice, the peppersss are growing high! Ha!” The small lass quirked her head to the side and looked up. She frowned, “Wait, what’sss that…” she tilted her head again, “What’sss that sssound?”
Her head whipped about and looked towards the chicken coop, and her black eyes widened in a panic, “What in Lord almighty isss going on around here?” She dived towards the sounds of the terrorfied clucking and flung open the thatched door with a rough flurry of haste. The sight that greeted her eyes was incredibly bloody. A small humanoid thing was gnawing on one of the chicken’s thighs, the fowl being dead of course. The creature looked up, it had, or more correctly, she had smooth creamy tan fur, and two little horny nubs on the top of her head. Her mouth was well stained with blood. The rest of the chickens were scurrying around in a panic, spreading feathers and the like as they fluttered in a terror driven frenzy.
The furry little girl looked up at the snake who was staring down at her aghast. Her face was fairly human like, but with shiny hazel brown eyes, and razor sharp little teeth. The rest was covered in the same same tawny fur. The snakeling shook herself out of her daze and screamed in pure shock shutting the door and hyperventilating, “What,” she panted, “What, in God’sss green earth,” she choked, “was that!” She whispered and half screamed out to herself in a confused panic. Then there was a sudden knock on the back of the thatched door. The snake promptly jumped and gave yet another scream. Her hand shakily reached to lift the latch as she turned around and opened the door, “Wh-what, d-do you want!” She stuttered out to the young little creature.
The small being looked up and lifted a cleaned up piece of meat, “Do you want some?” The voice was that of a young girl. That was quite clear, however it had a dead, dull tone to it. However, it was quite polite.
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Laura I. Kings'nake
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 21
Appearance: Laura is red faced snake lass, with black, yellow, and red stripes swirling 'round on her scales all the way to the tip of her tail. She's less human then the typical snakeling, with a full snake head and scales all about with no skin.
She's quite thin, with her tail not reaching the width of more dangerous human sized snakes. Her eyes are black with white pupils and her face is quite neutral without the threat of a cobra or a more dangerous snake.
Her clothes are rough and sturdy burlap. She wears a straw hat, and typically has some sort of bag on her back to carry her tools ground with her.
Skills and Abilities: She isn't poisonous despite looking like a highly poisonous coral snakeling. In fact she has no poison or enhanced strength at all, with her only unnatural attribute being her speed.
Biography: She's a hardworking farmer, who broke off from her more cannibalistic society instead becoming a vegetarian. She tended a field of wheat, potatoes, carrots, and peanuts. Her only exception to her vegetarian beliefs are fish, as she is quite certain they aren't sentient in the slightest. It's more of a logical temptation.
When the danger hit she was able to grab enough seeds to prepare for the future, and a small crate of her chickens. During the voyage she was able to bribe her fellow passengers with eggs to keep them alive for the future. She ended up using her hardtack to feed them on the way over.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 17:49:09 GMT -5
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Post by Laura I. Kings'nake on Mar 31, 2021 15:42:16 GMT -5
The snake blinked, “You’re...eating...my chickensss,” she yelled, pointing one of her fingers out at the little child thing as she whirled a foot or so away with a little bit of apprehension.
The little lass nodded, “Oh?” she looked down at the meat in her hand, “Is this a chicken? Well, it’s quite good. It tastes very nice.”
The snake’s jaw dropped and she hissed out in indignation, “Well, you can’t jussst eat them!” she exclaimed as her coils writhed in fury.
The girl’s face scrunched up looking perplexed, “But they taste good, and they’re food.”
The snake gave a stutter and yelled out, “But they’re my chickens!”
The girl blinked a few times, “Oh, that’s the problem,” she looked down at the floor of the coop and sighed.
“What even are you?” the snake said with a sigh massaging her temples in a clear attempt to alleviate her stress.
“I’m a Wendy,” she stated plainly with a matter of fact nod.
The snake’s eyes deadpanned, “That’s, not...an answer.”
“No, I’m sure I’m a Wendy,” the little lass repeated again with assurance.
“That’sss...a name, not a speciesss,” the snakeling muttered taking a few deep breaths, “What in goodness name are you doing here?”
“Oh, I’m eating chicken, in the pretty little house,” she said pointing behind her at the coop.
“That’sss, oh Good Lord give me patienssse,” she whispered under her breath, “Although thisss might just be the anssswer to that prayer...goodnesss graciousss.”
“Do you not eat the chicken?” the small little child asked frankly glancing down at the piece of it that she had grasped in her soft clawed small hands.
“No, I don’t!” the snake said with emphasis, “They make eggs! I eat the eggs!” she said with a long frustrated hiss combined with yet another sigh, “You can’t just eat my chickens.”
“What’s an egg?” the furry kid asked, puzzled like as she scratched her head.
“What’sss an e-” the serpentine lady took a deep breath, “They’re the white thingsss that chickensss lay to create more chickensss. You eat them fresh and they don’t have a chick inssside. Ok?”
“Ohhh,” she nodded understandingly, “I threw some of those white rocks at the wall. They make fun sounds, the juice inside is tasty I guess…” she trailed off looking back down at the ground.
The snake stared at the child and slowly opened her mouth, “You...did...what?” she said slowly.
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Laura I. Kings'nake
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 21
Appearance: Laura is red faced snake lass, with black, yellow, and red stripes swirling 'round on her scales all the way to the tip of her tail. She's less human then the typical snakeling, with a full snake head and scales all about with no skin.
She's quite thin, with her tail not reaching the width of more dangerous human sized snakes. Her eyes are black with white pupils and her face is quite neutral without the threat of a cobra or a more dangerous snake.
Her clothes are rough and sturdy burlap. She wears a straw hat, and typically has some sort of bag on her back to carry her tools ground with her.
Skills and Abilities: She isn't poisonous despite looking like a highly poisonous coral snakeling. In fact she has no poison or enhanced strength at all, with her only unnatural attribute being her speed.
Biography: She's a hardworking farmer, who broke off from her more cannibalistic society instead becoming a vegetarian. She tended a field of wheat, potatoes, carrots, and peanuts. Her only exception to her vegetarian beliefs are fish, as she is quite certain they aren't sentient in the slightest. It's more of a logical temptation.
When the danger hit she was able to grab enough seeds to prepare for the future, and a small crate of her chickens. During the voyage she was able to bribe her fellow passengers with eggs to keep them alive for the future. She ended up using her hardtack to feed them on the way over.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 17:49:09 GMT -5
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Post by Laura I. Kings'nake on May 4, 2021 18:32:09 GMT -5
“I threw them at the wall, with my hands,” she said with a small little yawn showing a row of sharp little teeth, not unlike a cat opening its mouth after waking up in the evening.
The snake lass gave a long groan and hissed out, “Don’t. Do. That. It’sss my food!”
“Oh, they make more,” the little furred miss nodded sagely, “I saw some doing that when I came in.”
The snake’s bright red face gasped twisting in pure frustration and indignation, “Really? You don’t sssay?” she hissed out fuming.
The little girl nodded, “Yes, yes, I think they do it every day.”
The snake stared at the furred creature for a second, and then grabbed up the little child, “Well, that’sss jussst amazing! How about we take you inssside hm? Where are your parentsss? You have parentsss, right? Didn’t jussst pop out of the ground hm?”
The little lass shook her head, “Everyone has parents, that’s silly,” she paused and looked up at the milk snakeling, “Why do you keep speaking your ‘sss’ sounds out?”
The snake glared at her, her black eyes flaring up, “That’sss how I talk! Goodnesss graciousss you’re a sssnarky little impling now aren’t you?” she grumbled opening up the door to her house with her tail and shutting the door behind her, “Ssso, where did you come from again?” she inquired with a touchy twitch to her tail.
Wendy yawned, “The forest, just over the hill,” she said promptly.
The snake blinked, “No, no, before that!” She groaned, “You do know that right? Don’t have any head injuiresss do you?” she said, feeling over the little girl’s scalp for bruises or swelling.
The little monster girl thought for a second, her brow furrowed deep in thought, or what appeared to be complex thought, “No, I can’t sssay I have.”
The snake’s jaw dropped as she blinked and hissed, “Are you imitating me?!” She said fuming. Her tail swished from side to side twitching angrily as she glared at the little imp she held in her hands.
“No! Thisss isss how I ssspeak now!” the small little furball smiled cheerily.
The snake’s eyes narrowed, “No. You’re mocking me,” she said with a grumble as she turned to take the little thing inside her home.
“If you ssstared ssspeaking like me would that be a mocking?” she asked with wide brown eyes blinking solemnly.
The snake looked back down at her flabbergasted stuttering, “N-no, well! What in blazes isss wrong with you?”
“Then what’sss the issssssue with me doing it?” She asked with a cheery grin.
The serpentine sputtered out in defeat, “I, I...I don’t even know what to do with you! Just sssit down at the table! I’ll make you sssome food and you can work it off later!”
“Oh, right…” she yawned revealing a row of sharp canines and a little tongue curling up like a cat’s, “Can I sssleep? I’m tired now,” she said with a more upbeat tone.
Laura sighed, “Sssure, you can help me garden...I have to clean up your messs in my chicken coup anyway…”
The furred child narrowed her black eyes, “Oh, right...would you like me to help you?
The snake shook her head, “No, Jussst, sssleep,” she said with a small sigh, “It’sss early morn’, and who knowsss how long you’n been roamin,’” The long serpentine set her down on a neatly packed pile of hay, “Burrow down into this and use this here clothpiece so you’re not all pricked up,” she said as she lifted up a thick down filled blanket and handed it over, “Sssleep tight,” she said shaking her head.
The little girl blinked as she looked up with brownish black eyes wide as she gave yet another yawn, “Oh, thank you,” she exclaimed softly.
“Yesss, yesss, now get sssome sssleep,” Laura hissed out with a shrug, “I’m going to go get sssome work done, you...you can help later,” she said shaking her head.
The small impling of a child yawned and nodded, “Thanksss,” she said rolling over with a constant purr.
The snake rolled her eyes and sighed, slithering back outside thinking to herself as she went about outside, “What a sssilly little thing,” she said shaking her head with the slightest of smiles. Then she opened the door to her chicken coop. She stopped smiling. Blood was in a small pool on the floor, and there was a stack of sliced egg shells, cut in half and slurped out. Laura sighed and shook her head, “That little, she wasss just ssscrewing with me. Thank goodnessssss she didn’t actually throw eggsss about,” she slowly started to pick up the bones and flesh, shivering as she did so. The other chickens slowly calmed down now that someone they knew was there, but the nervous clucking continued quite steadily. The serpentine looked about and breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank the Lord, she didn’t eat Casssssy, thank you, thank you,” the chicken with a tiny red ribbon peaked out from behind some hay tentatively. The snake sighed and slithered back outside the coop heading towards the water pump. Her hands started to wind the pump and pushing out cool spring water into the wooden bucket.
She slithered back and leaned down starting to scrub the floor of blood, feathers, and shells. Laura sighed muttering to herself, “Goodnesssss graciousss, goodnessss graciousss.
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