Surpanakha
Oct 9th, 2002, 10:13:17 AM
Bast was a dirty place.
Sorsha liked things clean, and this was just ... mucky. There was no other word for it. Simply atrocious, the condition in which these people lived. But then again, they were mostly humans, and such things were expected of their species.
Surpanakha was curled up beneath a staircase, mulling over all her despairs; her Queen had not assigned her a task for today and she was miserable. Could the Servant possibly have worn out her uses for the Witch? What was so special about this castle? What did these Dark Jedi offer that the demon could not?
And so much dust! They really were terrible at maintenance. Yet another aspect in which Suri was flawless! So why was she not given orders? Surely the everyday chores she performed to upkeep the Cellar were of perfect standards. Could it be that she herself was filthy? But no ... Sorsha knew the demon was allergic to water!
So many unanswered questions, so many tribulations! It was enough to drive anyone mad. Surpanakha sneezed, wiped her nose with the back of her torn sleeve, then continued to brood.
Sorsha liked things clean, and this was just ... mucky. There was no other word for it. Simply atrocious, the condition in which these people lived. But then again, they were mostly humans, and such things were expected of their species.
Surpanakha was curled up beneath a staircase, mulling over all her despairs; her Queen had not assigned her a task for today and she was miserable. Could the Servant possibly have worn out her uses for the Witch? What was so special about this castle? What did these Dark Jedi offer that the demon could not?
And so much dust! They really were terrible at maintenance. Yet another aspect in which Suri was flawless! So why was she not given orders? Surely the everyday chores she performed to upkeep the Cellar were of perfect standards. Could it be that she herself was filthy? But no ... Sorsha knew the demon was allergic to water!
So many unanswered questions, so many tribulations! It was enough to drive anyone mad. Surpanakha sneezed, wiped her nose with the back of her torn sleeve, then continued to brood.