[X] Go forth out of your sanctum! and attend the meeting of your peers.
Boldly, you stride forth. Or rather... you hop off of the soft cushion that your body had rested upon as you mediated upon the deepest mysteries of your demon quelling blade.
Purrs may have been involved.
In any event, off the cushion beneath the sun, and into the realm of twilight.
In the distant, you can hear the soft rumble of the round beast. All that remains of your ancient enemy, it of the long trunk and screaming howl as it devoured the world. The round beast proves to be a more docile beast and knows its place as that of your mount.
The day is late, and by your calculations, you should arrive at the meeting of your peers stylishly late.
You inform your minion that you have a meeting to attend, and it opens one of the massive gate of your sanctum that you may venture forth.
A quick hop, a magnificent display of your skills in acrobatics, and you venture upon the high road that you may gaze down upon the plebeians and beasts that wander about in the valleys between the high roads.
As you venture to the meeting, your eyes rove over the world.
High in the sky, you see flying spies. You suspect that they have gathered word of the meeting and even now are returning to their demonic masters to report their findings. A pity that they do not fly lower, or you would show them whatfor for daring to spy upon those greater than them.
It doesn't help that they are also tasty.
In the distance, across the valley, you catch sight of an attractive dame, her coat short and in a delightful tortoiseshell pattern.
She nods at you in greeting.
A fluttering snack also has flown near you from a flower.
What Do?
[ ] Nod back at her coolly.
[X] Admire her coat, and speak to her?
[ ] Eat the fluttering snack that flew too close to you.
[ ] Snub her greeting and continue on to the meeting.
[ ] Write in