"Mmmm, raspberries, pretty pretty raspberries!" the exceedingly lovely
Drusilla giggled to herself.
Look at all the dead bodies lying around like apricots and lemon. Dwarves, Elves and silly little Hobbits were all lined up on the ground. Dead! Such a lovely night it had been out here in the woods where the trees all sang to their new goddess. The trees even offered to behead each other with axes if their beautiful moon angel craved it.
Drusilla had gotten bored with all that of course. She'd just finished relieving her boredom by killing all the orcs she could find. Eeuurrggghhh! They didn't taste anywhere near as good as Legolas had. He had tasted of ice cream and jam on Brighton Pier, he had.
"I don't know what Mandy was all worried about." Drusilla stretched her arms out in ecstacy before the Middle Earth moon. She smiled beguilingly at her silly Django, by the campfire. "Let me give you a nice kissy kiss, pet!" Drusilla went to bend down to her strapping knight.
"Er....could you wipe that Orc blood off your face first pet?" Django backed off a bit.
Drusilla pouted. What a nerve the skinny runt had. He wasn't very strapping or knightly at all. And he had silly friends! Drusilla angrily wiped the gunk off her lips and cheeks. Honestly it had just been a little splash. How could that possibly make her any less than delectable?
"That's better love." Django grinned and tried to get amorous. Saucy fiend!
"No!" Drusilla sulked (as well she should). "I've got a headache tonight." She sat off by herself, looking at the moon and remembering Legolas's blood instead. It still talked to her, in the night air. Drusilla roasted another silly Hobbit on a spit. What a fat little marshmallow with big feet the dead thing was.
THE END
Look at all the dead bodies lying around like apricots and lemon. Dwarves, Elves and silly little Hobbits were all lined up on the ground. Dead! Such a lovely night it had been out here in the woods where the trees all sang to their new goddess. The trees even offered to behead each other with axes if their beautiful moon angel craved it.
Drusilla had gotten bored with all that of course. She'd just finished relieving her boredom by killing all the orcs she could find. Eeuurrggghhh! They didn't taste anywhere near as good as Legolas had. He had tasted of ice cream and jam on Brighton Pier, he had.
"I don't know what Mandy was all worried about." Drusilla stretched her arms out in ecstacy before the Middle Earth moon. She smiled beguilingly at her silly Django, by the campfire. "Let me give you a nice kissy kiss, pet!" Drusilla went to bend down to her strapping knight.
"Er....could you wipe that Orc blood off your face first pet?" Django backed off a bit.
Drusilla pouted. What a nerve the skinny runt had. He wasn't very strapping or knightly at all. And he had silly friends! Drusilla angrily wiped the gunk off her lips and cheeks. Honestly it had just been a little splash. How could that possibly make her any less than delectable?
"That's better love." Django grinned and tried to get amorous. Saucy fiend!
"No!" Drusilla sulked (as well she should). "I've got a headache tonight." She sat off by herself, looking at the moon and remembering Legolas's blood instead. It still talked to her, in the night air. Drusilla roasted another silly Hobbit on a spit. What a fat little marshmallow with big feet the dead thing was.
THE END