Dungeon Returns - RPLOG
Participants
Date
12/6/2013
Log
Where were you? You don't quite remember... Was it in the city, or the forest? You had lost track of time and position, wandering in search of things, when suddenly, there it was. A set of double barn doors, just flat on the ground. Overwhelmed with curiosity, or perhaps just tripping over it, you discover that it opens easily, admitting entrance to a strange place.
A table is set out in this small room, with food spread across of of all manner of delight. Fried chicken, pies, roasts, various drinks both soft and hard, and some things that defy naming. A small note is parked just in front of the only lit candle.
Midnight wanders into the the strange room, ears twitching atop her head as she sniffs the air, tail flicking behind her, as she looks over the food, and notices the note, tilting her head as she looks it over " What's this?" her mind thinks, as she eyes it over, trying not to get overly distracted by the many smells of food around her.
The note is written in a clean hand script, English, "Welcome, visitor. It has been some time since our last guess. We missed you all very much. Please, eat and drink, for you are our guest. When you are finished, proceed to be tested. We have high hopes for you."
* guest
Midnight moves over to the food, and sniffs it softly " Tested? Tested for what?" she shakes her head softly as the food's smells begin to pull her. She sniffs deeply of the meats, before she takes some into her maw, tasting it carefully. " Seems alright." She pulls a slab of beef from the dish and chews softly, as she looks about the room curiously
Delicious, delectable, perfect. The food and drink all goes down easily as if prepared by a master chef and seasoned with all the good things in the world. It is almost painful when Midnight realizes they are too full to properly enjoy more.
Midnight lays down softly upon the ground with a grunt " Ungh, so much food.. I can't finish all this myself.. Not all at once, anyway. Whew. I wonder who prepared all this? And why?"
Sadly, no answers are forthcoming. There are two exits. The double doors behind, and a simple wooden door with a brass knob ahead.
Midnight looks back at the doors she came from, then to the one nearby. She stands back up with a full grunt, and starts wandering over to it, tilting her head " Was this door here, before? Maybe I can find out more about this place and those who were.. Expecting company, apparently.." she paws at the doors knob, turning it carefully, as she sniffs between the cracks around the entryway
It smells of many things. Cement, grass, death, candies, sweat and liquor. How curious.
Midnight tilts her head slightly as she pulls the door open, peeking into the crack a bit " Strange, smells a bit like the funny forest with the rocky caves, and wooden caves." ears perking as she listens intently about herself, as she begins to slowly and cautiously enter the next room
The door opens to inky nothingness that seems to reach out and seize Midnight, drawing them forward. Just as abruptly as it begins, Midnight is somewhere else.
She lands on stone flooring, the door behind her, already closed as if it had never been opened.
Midnight turns and looks around frantically and confused, pawing at the now closed door "Wh.. What just happend, now where am I?" she whines softly to herself, tail tucking between her legs a bit from the surprised shock
None answer the call. It's dark, and quiet, save for Midnight's own voice. A soft drip is heard from somewhere within, then a soft scuttle, but nothing appears.
Midnight turns from the door, hearing the scuttling and dripping, whimpering as she looks around frantically, before she began to head down the corridor cautiously, tail still tucked between her legs in nervousness
Faint whispers, difficult to understand, or to even hear in the first place. They echo gently from great distance, or are just too quiet, like the whispering of mice. The ground holds the prints boldly, standing out with displaced dust.
Midnight sniffs at the ground lightly, in attempt to catch a scent, as she slowly makes her way through the passage, ears twitching at every whisper, turning in their direction, as she tries to catch what was said, and to find out who or what was here with her. " Oh, why did I come in here? Where is here anyway?"
Moving along the tunnel, Midnight founds the darkness shatter, stepping abruptly with one step into the light. On a roadway of marble, leading along a coastline, a lighthouse off in the distance. It feels oddly safe here. The waves can be heard, crashing against the coast gently.
Midnight tilts her head slightly as she looks about, and enhales deeply " Outside? That cant be right, can it?" she wanders down the path, looking towards the tree's, eyeing the pillars as she passes by each, sniffing at the base of them in curiousity, to see if she can find any scent markings to indicate who or what might be nearby.
As Midnight sniffs gently at a particular pillar, a furry set of legs steps out, with a human parked on top. Like a satyr, but the bottom looks simple, with round terminations instead of proper hooves, and bright purple fur. The human half is dark skinned and wearing a bright golden vest, "Wow!" she says in a gasp, looking Midnight over.
Midnight jumps back slightly in surprise and looks up at the other creature in confusion, giving a whine and folding her ears back slightly, tail ducking under her again " D.. Don't do that! First this strange barn, then this dark hallway with noises in the shadows, now outside, and you jumping out from nowhere! Where am I?" she whimpers softly
The horse satyr tilts her head one way and the other, "You're everything father said you'd be," she says, ignoring the questions posed. She steps up towards the distressed visitor and begins to circle her. "Is everyone outside four legged? That's unusual."
Midnight's ears twitch softly " N.. No. Not everyone. I was born this way. And those who put this thing on my neck walk on two legs, like you do."
She crosses her arms under her chest and leans forward a moment before she reaches and moves to lay a hand on Midnight just above her tail, "Are you a pet? A real pet? A talking pet?" she asks, sounding utterly fascinated.
Midnight's ears fold back as she watches curiously, tail relaxing a bit as she nods slowly " I was forced to become a pet.. Mated when I was cornered and taken by those who set this upon me. They forced me to mate with them, time and time again. I had their litters, and one of them has become less forceful than the other. But.. Yes, I am a real one, now, I suppose. And as for talking, well. That sort of.. Gradually developed over time."
Her furless hands begin petting in earnest when no objection is offered, stroking the visitor in long motions, "That sounds hard. I wish I could keep you. I'd feed you nothing but lemon drops," she promises, "But you can't stay here. You're still being tested," she says, almost pouting.
Midnight looks up at the other, ears perking slightly in curiousity " Tested? Tested for what? I'm still not even sure where here is."
"What?" she says, looking at Midnight as if she were crazy, "Let me ask." She turns away and looks up towards the sky, speaking silently as if to it, then nodding, shaking her head, and nodding once more as if it were replying, "Father says I can't tell you that yet."
Midnight looks up and tilts her head a moment " This place is confusing.. First I find myself inside, not even remembering how I got there. Finding food waiting for me.. Then this corridor leading here. I am not even sure where here is. Or where I am even going."
"You are going forward," she says as if it were obvious. She suddenly leans in, trying to plant a kiss on the furry lips of Midnight.
Midnight blinks in confusion at the action, and tilts her head slightly from it, having not expected it, as her muzzle is kissed " Wh.. Whats that for?"
Once the kiss is landed, an explosion of sensations washes over Midnight. A full body petting, some soft, some rough, feelings of curiosity, love, madness, fury, lust and others wash through the soul in a confusing mess. Beeeeeeeeep goes the comm unit, reporting that it has been unable to connect to HQ for too long. As the senses are brought back by the beeping, Midnight finds themself in a new place.
Midnight comes to on flooring that yields beneath them. The beeping of their comm unit at the same rate as some deep throbbing pulse that seems to shake entire entire area.
Midnight's ears twitch as she looks about herself, shaking her head a moment " Wh.. What just happend? First there was that creature.." she tries to think " She kissed me.. I lost my thoughts.. How'd I get here?" she sniffs at the ground as she lifts her paw testingly, to see if it was sticking to her " What.. Is this?" she looks towards the sounds a bit as she tries to listen for them, once more slowly moving along, crouched slightly
Glistening and slick. It feels organic, and does stick a little, but is smooth and slippery. It smells... alive, like one were scenting the breath of some great beast that one has become trapped in.
Midnight digs a bit at the ground underneath her, with her forepaws a bit, testing it's solidity beneath her " How unusual..."
The ground quivers with each dig, until blood begins to spill out between the claws, and a soft, muted, roar is heard, making the entire chamber vibrate.
Midnight yelps softly as she ducks down slightly, looking about frantically, sniffing at the blood a bit, to see if there was any indication what this thing she was inside was, looking around for a way out, about her
The passage only has one way to go, slipping and sliding along the throbbing walls, penetrating deeper into this unknown place. The scent is familiar, blood, but beyond that, hard to place. It is perhaps a relief when this reality gives way, pressing onwards.
Landing with a thump, midnight finds herself in a familiar place, her footprints still present on the dusty stone floor, but the door that leads out is no longer present.
Midnight grunts as she shakes her head softly, blinking as she looks about, getting her surroundings " What the... How'd I end up back here again?" she stands back up and shakes softly, ruffling up her fur in the process. She sniffs at her paws slightly, for the strange fleshy ground she was on before.
The scent is there, but fading quickly, being replaced with the dusty loneliness of this place. What manner of place is this, where nowhere seems to bind properly to the next, with time and space lost in the trade.
Midnight looks down the previous passage she had taken, before looking towards the stairs, heading down that way this time " This place is confusing.." she whines softly to herself, ears folded back atop her head once more
What madness is this? Appearing on a pile of fabric that seems to go impossibly deep, each one large enough to cover several tens of beds each.
Midnight looks about the room, sniffing at it carefully as she looks around, slowly wandering deeper into the room " What.. Is this stuff?" she looks towards the bulge, and paws at it slightly, in curiousity " This place gets stranger and stranger."
It clangs, like metal. A soft 'ding' is heard, and water begins to cascade down from the walls, getting all that fabric wet.
Midnight sniffs at the water a bit, licking it carefully, before eyeing the thick glass " Wonder whats behind there.."
The water tastes funny, like... soap? And more of it just keeps rushing in, slowly filling in the great space and soaking through the cloth to start approaching Midnight's paws.
Midnight backs away from the water, whining softly as her ears fold back again, looking around frantic'd, she paws at the glass a moment, howling softly " How do I get out of here?"
Pushing frantically at the glass, it abruptly gives away, spilling Midnight out onto a new floor of black marble. Soft music echoes from elsewhere, sounding like a pipe organ, though the pipe organ in sight looks old and unused, abandoned.
Midnight shakes her fur softly, to remove what water might have covered her, fluffing up her fur in the process, before she looks around, turning to where she fell in confusion " That was.. Easy.."
Suddenly elevating from beneath the floor, a familiar face. The horse satyr, though her face is half hidden by a mask across the right side. She steps up to the organ and sits on the dusty bench before starting to play a haunting melody, "They're not always hard," she says as she plays.
Midnight jumps up as she turns around, looking at the female " You again. What happend? You kissed me, then all of a sudden I found myself in some... Fleshy place. Which bled."
"You hurt him. That wasn't nice. Father said you were strange," she says as if just agreeing with the notion of it as her fingers dance across the keys, "You're not going to make me bleed, I hope?"
Midnight shakes her head softly " I... I didn't mean to hurt anything. I was trying to figure out where I was. And how I got there."
"Did you know that before you got here?" she asks, peeking over shoulder, her purple tail flicking, "Bet you didn't."
Midnight shakes her head slowly " I don't remember how I got here at all. I figured I must have gotten lost, but.. I don't even recall heading anywhere." she whines softly her ears laying back upon her head a bit " It's all so confusing here."
"This isn't confusing," she argues, turning back to her pipes to play softly a few moments without speaking, "The outside is confusing. How do you live in that?"
Midnight shakes her head slowly " I was raised out there. It was where I learned to hunt and survive. This place seems.. I don't know.. One moment I am in one place, the next, I am elsewhere, and don't even know how I get there, or which way I come from.. Like how I ended up back in the hallway, after getting out of, er.. Whatever I was in."
She looks at Midnight, one eye concealed partially, the other gazing with undisguised confusion, revulsion, and more than a little curiosity. She pats the seat beside herself, "Play?"
Midnight tilts her head softly
Midnight tilts her head softly ' Play what? I don't know how to use that thing." she says as she hops carefully into the seat, looking at the other
Dark skinned fingers reach to pet Midnight behind a fuzzy ear, "The last place they were just as fuzzy," she remarks, "But two legs, not four."
Midnight looks over at the other, shivering at the petting, a slight murr escaping her throat " Last place?" she asks curiously " The last visitors?"
Fingers trail along over throat, "Yes. They had nice tricks too. Do you have tricks?" she asks, "Show me."
Midnight scratches behind her ear with her hinde leg as she thinks a bit " I can sort of walk on my hinde legs, but I have difficulty keeping my balance. My owners taught me some tricks. But not sure how such tricks would work on another female. I.. Never had interaction with any others, than them. I can shake your hand, and pretend I am dead, and roll over, though thats an easy one."
