Post by kingfish on Jan 14, 2021 5:16:22 GMT
Viceroy’s tail snapped back and forth as he trudged through the house. His ears were pinned as he snapped at servants to get his tea ready. The sun barely rose over the horizon, and the HiveWing was up much earlier than normal, a face looking like he had eaten some very rotten food. The frivolous dragon was not enthused to have to get up early and such, a few bedsheets still snagged to his scales. His lack of wings did not stop him from getting to the highest level in the pantry for some fried antelope leftovers.
He was short for a HiveWing, which didn’t really help. Once, Viceroy had heard that SilkWing shelves were lower-not that it mattered. He had his antelope anyhow, so what did it matter? Still, he would have liked to tower over his servants and such, rather than merely match them. His father; Goliath, stood several heads over both Vice and his own servants, though that was simply because he was a mutant, as his mother described. Weta was smaller than her mate, and she had assured him that just like her, he was just small for a HiveWing. Again though, that didn’t keep him from his wishful thinking.
He pried the antelope container open, not checking to see if it had gone bad before shoving it into his waiting jaws, choking down the antelope-which turned out to not have maggots, which was nice.
Viceroy quickly washed his talons, leaving the dishes on the counter for some poor SilkWing later and grabbing a lions-head cloak to throw around his shoulders, clipping it smartly in front.
He took a minute to check his appearance in the mirror, wasting time he didn’t have to make sure every scale was properly in place.
Viceroy was finally handed his tea, and he responded by taking a sip and shoving it back at the SilkWing with a small word of thanks.
“Okay. One of you please grab this, and just follow me?” he called to the couple SilkWing servants, pointing to a briefcase-looking box.
He didn’t know their names, actually- Viceroy really wasn’t the most astute fellow when it came to names, and though he had asked them before, he had forgotten by now.
@peppermint
He was short for a HiveWing, which didn’t really help. Once, Viceroy had heard that SilkWing shelves were lower-not that it mattered. He had his antelope anyhow, so what did it matter? Still, he would have liked to tower over his servants and such, rather than merely match them. His father; Goliath, stood several heads over both Vice and his own servants, though that was simply because he was a mutant, as his mother described. Weta was smaller than her mate, and she had assured him that just like her, he was just small for a HiveWing. Again though, that didn’t keep him from his wishful thinking.
He pried the antelope container open, not checking to see if it had gone bad before shoving it into his waiting jaws, choking down the antelope-which turned out to not have maggots, which was nice.
Viceroy quickly washed his talons, leaving the dishes on the counter for some poor SilkWing later and grabbing a lions-head cloak to throw around his shoulders, clipping it smartly in front.
He took a minute to check his appearance in the mirror, wasting time he didn’t have to make sure every scale was properly in place.
Viceroy was finally handed his tea, and he responded by taking a sip and shoving it back at the SilkWing with a small word of thanks.
“Okay. One of you please grab this, and just follow me?” he called to the couple SilkWing servants, pointing to a briefcase-looking box.
He didn’t know their names, actually- Viceroy really wasn’t the most astute fellow when it came to names, and though he had asked them before, he had forgotten by now.
@peppermint
