Skull and The Narwhal
The young Paramour often gets in trouble with Skull, her employer. When Skull does not feel like lowering Paramour's pay for her mistakes, it scares/depresses the girl. Now a story of the most recent incidents of Skull and the Narwhal.
Skull was unhappy with Paramour's most recent antics and declarations of her want to only work for the narwhal called Geóff.
"I will not work for anyone but Geóff from now on," Paramour declared. Of course, her declarations of this infuriated Skull. It would lose at least 5,000 rupees a month if it allowed this.
"Never! You will not make the desicions for this!" Skull called from the shadows. It immediately refused to allow this.
"Well then, I'll quit!" Paramour threatened, and an evil smile spread across Skull's face.
"Oh, really now? I think I'll go have a breif discussion with the King about this now..." Skull snickered evilly leaving a stunned Paramour behind.
*O*
Skull walked into the King's lavishly decorated library. The King sat at her desk, writing this story, presumably. (A/N: She sends me her drafts that are edited by Midnah to publish here for you to read.)
"My King," Skull called, bowing ever so slightly behore giving the King eye contact.
"What is it, Skull?" the King asked with an expression of curiousity.
"May I torture a narwhal?" Skull asked pleasantly as if this was a normal everyday thing to talk about.
"Well that depends-- what is the purpose?" the King asked with a mischevious smile.
"To keep one of my employees in line," Skull answered. The King smiled.
"You may," she chuckled and turned back to her work. Skull smiled, feeling accomplished.
*O*
Skull went to Paramour, still hiding in the shadows of an alleyway.
"The King has approved," Skull chuckled then disappeared into the darkness of the city.
"Approved what!?" Paramour gasped. What was Skull up to?
The place was lit with torches, casting eerie lights across the gray, red rust edged floors. Skull was well hidden in the shadows of this place. A faint noise of a leak in the ceiling echoed somewhere in the catacombs of this building. Skull wandered down a random corridoor, eventually coming to a door. The door was a rusted gray metal and rusted chains hung off of it. Skull opened the door promptly.
"Hello," Skull laughed softly. A narwhal turned to it and his beady black eyes widened.
"Wh-who are you?" the narwhal asked. Skull sneered, stepping slowly out of the darkness. A saw glinted in the light created by the torches.
"No need for you to know..." Skull growled. The narwhal shrunk back into its pool of water. Skull pressed a button and the gate closed behind the narwhal.
"W-wait!! What's going on here!" the narwhal cried.
"I just bought you..." Skull snickered, "and I'm your worst nightmare."
"Wha-what?" the narwhal cried. Skull raised the saw, laughing evilly. It stepped toward the narwhal and it wriggled and found it could't move. It's tail was caught beneath the gate. Its beady eyes widened. Skull jumped forward and cut the horn of the narwhal in one swift, powerful swing. The narwhal cried out in agony, and Skull proceeded to take pictures of a writhing narwhal.
*O*
Skull slid the pictures across the metal table in front of Paramour. Skull leaned back into the metal chair and shadows covered its face easily.
"G-GEÓFF!!" Paramour cried, her lower lip trembling as she blinked back tears.
"Wh-why have you done this to him?" she asked with a shaky breath.
"You wouldn't listen," Skull tsked her. Paramour's big blue eyes held crystal tears in them.
"Please don't hurt him anymore... I'll do what you say!" Paramour cried.
"Good, good. You swear on the narwhal's life?" Skull asked, placing the narwhal horn on the sterile metal table.
"H-his h-horn?" Paramour whispered, reaching out at it, only to have it moved away from her.
"Yes, now swear it."
"I swear on Geóff's life that I will listen to you! Now please don't hurt him anymore!" she begged.
"Heh-heh..." Skull chuckled evilly then slid out of the room with the use of a secret passage way. It walked through the catacombs, its footsteps echoing throughout the halls. The hornless narwhal looked up at Skull with frightened eyes.
"I have no use of you anymore," Skull declared as it passed. The narwhal said nothing; it was weak from its hunger. Skull continued through the catacombs before finally opening a pot-hole cover and lifting itself into an alleyway near the castle. It walked to the castle with the narwhal horn in hand. It entered silently, moving like a ghost through the hallways of the castle. Finally it came upon the castle library.
"I'd like to petition a sword to be made from this horn. I will get more if neccessary," Skull declared to the King. She looked up at her assassin.
"Alright," she said with a slight smile, "You finished with your narhwal antics?" Skull smirked slightly then dropped the horn in the King's hand. Skull left as quickly as it came.
Skull was unhappy with Paramour's most recent antics and declarations of her want to only work for the narwhal called Geóff.
"I will not work for anyone but Geóff from now on," Paramour declared. Of course, her declarations of this infuriated Skull. It would lose at least 5,000 rupees a month if it allowed this.
"Never! You will not make the desicions for this!" Skull called from the shadows. It immediately refused to allow this.
"Well then, I'll quit!" Paramour threatened, and an evil smile spread across Skull's face.
"Oh, really now? I think I'll go have a breif discussion with the King about this now..." Skull snickered evilly leaving a stunned Paramour behind.
*O*
Skull walked into the King's lavishly decorated library. The King sat at her desk, writing this story, presumably. (A/N: She sends me her drafts that are edited by Midnah to publish here for you to read.)
"My King," Skull called, bowing ever so slightly behore giving the King eye contact.
"What is it, Skull?" the King asked with an expression of curiousity.
"May I torture a narwhal?" Skull asked pleasantly as if this was a normal everyday thing to talk about.
"Well that depends-- what is the purpose?" the King asked with a mischevious smile.
"To keep one of my employees in line," Skull answered. The King smiled.
"You may," she chuckled and turned back to her work. Skull smiled, feeling accomplished.
*O*
Skull went to Paramour, still hiding in the shadows of an alleyway.
"The King has approved," Skull chuckled then disappeared into the darkness of the city.
"Approved what!?" Paramour gasped. What was Skull up to?
The place was lit with torches, casting eerie lights across the gray, red rust edged floors. Skull was well hidden in the shadows of this place. A faint noise of a leak in the ceiling echoed somewhere in the catacombs of this building. Skull wandered down a random corridoor, eventually coming to a door. The door was a rusted gray metal and rusted chains hung off of it. Skull opened the door promptly.
"Hello," Skull laughed softly. A narwhal turned to it and his beady black eyes widened.
"Wh-who are you?" the narwhal asked. Skull sneered, stepping slowly out of the darkness. A saw glinted in the light created by the torches.
"No need for you to know..." Skull growled. The narwhal shrunk back into its pool of water. Skull pressed a button and the gate closed behind the narwhal.
"W-wait!! What's going on here!" the narwhal cried.
"I just bought you..." Skull snickered, "and I'm your worst nightmare."
"Wha-what?" the narwhal cried. Skull raised the saw, laughing evilly. It stepped toward the narwhal and it wriggled and found it could't move. It's tail was caught beneath the gate. Its beady eyes widened. Skull jumped forward and cut the horn of the narwhal in one swift, powerful swing. The narwhal cried out in agony, and Skull proceeded to take pictures of a writhing narwhal.
*O*
Skull slid the pictures across the metal table in front of Paramour. Skull leaned back into the metal chair and shadows covered its face easily.
"G-GEÓFF!!" Paramour cried, her lower lip trembling as she blinked back tears.
"Wh-why have you done this to him?" she asked with a shaky breath.
"You wouldn't listen," Skull tsked her. Paramour's big blue eyes held crystal tears in them.
"Please don't hurt him anymore... I'll do what you say!" Paramour cried.
"Good, good. You swear on the narwhal's life?" Skull asked, placing the narwhal horn on the sterile metal table.
"H-his h-horn?" Paramour whispered, reaching out at it, only to have it moved away from her.
"Yes, now swear it."
"I swear on Geóff's life that I will listen to you! Now please don't hurt him anymore!" she begged.
"Heh-heh..." Skull chuckled evilly then slid out of the room with the use of a secret passage way. It walked through the catacombs, its footsteps echoing throughout the halls. The hornless narwhal looked up at Skull with frightened eyes.
"I have no use of you anymore," Skull declared as it passed. The narwhal said nothing; it was weak from its hunger. Skull continued through the catacombs before finally opening a pot-hole cover and lifting itself into an alleyway near the castle. It walked to the castle with the narwhal horn in hand. It entered silently, moving like a ghost through the hallways of the castle. Finally it came upon the castle library.
"I'd like to petition a sword to be made from this horn. I will get more if neccessary," Skull declared to the King. She looked up at her assassin.
"Alright," she said with a slight smile, "You finished with your narhwal antics?" Skull smirked slightly then dropped the horn in the King's hand. Skull left as quickly as it came.