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[illithidnapped]

bats have

thumbs

[UvU+]

[doggish]

really??

[illithidnapped]

really? what do you mean REALLY? you've held me in your arms you've cradled me against your chest

[doggish]

yes and in none of those scenarios did you have a tiny hand with a thumb jutting out

[illithidnapped]

well next time look very

very

closely

at my wings.

[doggish]

you can show me yourself, ive set out


but tell me where on your wings, how are you holding a pen

or tell me more about how you'll get me off with a knife

i will take accept either topic

[illithidnapped]

darling this is a very broad scope

also I thought I wasn't permitted to flirt when you've paws instead of legs.

[You won't fool him!!!!!! >:o]

[doggish]

that was before i knew you were a bat. that obviously changes things.


and you're welcome to take your choice within any scope, if you have something in mind. just keep me company.

[illithidnapped]

Desperate times, chiropteric measures.

I'm simply shocked you haven't asked why I'm here.

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[illithidnapped]

Also quite easily: all it takes is hooking my wing round the bottom, then fastening it with my thumbclaw at the top. Et voila, as the Orlesians would say back home.

Now writing beautifully is another matter entirely, but we all do what we can.

[doggish]

hmm. show me, when i come find you. i want to see it in action. though i think you rank yourself too poorly; your handwriting among bats must be among the finest.

but i assumed you were out to eat, though how you can stand the scent of fish is your own business. why are you out so far, then?

[illithidnapped]

A fair guess. My appetite is ravenous these days.

But alas no, not tonight. The stench of fish and seamuck is only made tolerable by the copious amounts of treasure the Bitch Queen's seafaring crew drags back from the depths with them.

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[doggish]

[Oh.]

a FAR better venture, well done. we could use a boost in income— and i can bring you to a tailor so you can buy more clothes. it's been too long since you've had a treat.

[doggish]

though







how much treasure can we carry back as a dog and a bat?

[illithidnapped]

Not as much as if I'd waited diligently for nightfall on my own, but a great deal more than you'd expect.

Most of her worshippers are in the lucrative trade of plunder, after all. Stolen jewelry. Necklaces. Silks.

Rings.

[doggish]

it gets better and better. though we can still wait for nightfall, especially since then you'll have to carry me home.

besides: your skinny bat legs can fit at least a dozen rings alone, never mind all the necklaces we can drape . . . you're going to clank quite a bit on the way home.



would it be unromantic if i suggested we find two rings for ourselves among the loot?

[illithidnapped]

On the contrary: robbing a dangerous goddess known for exercising her venomously lethal wrath? That makes it a great deal more romantic.


Ah but then again, if we wait too long, you might change back.

[doggish]

[. . . hm.]

how realistic are gods' wrath here

is it more of a chantry-based, "the Maker will damn you after you die" which means that it's all human-made propaganda that will not have any real-world effects, or will this actually curse us?

[illithidnapped]

Don't be such a worrier. What harm is a little old curse or two in the grand scheme of things?

We're world traversing renegades - there's nothing we can't handle.

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[doggish]

just because we can handle it does not mean i wish to

a quiet life sounds relaxing after our lives, and i do not wish to have to try and kill a god for a second time just to keep you safe when we can just steal from a noble

[doggish]

then again, it might disrupt the sea trade, which would mean less fish and more steakhouses in the city. so perhaps you're right.

(it reeks here even as a dog).

[illithidnapped]

That's the ticket, love. Courageous as ever and awash in perfect taste.

Besides, I'd imagine a fickle goddess who favors plunderers and knaves would actually enjoy a pair of thieves daring to risk it all across her shores.

[doggish]

it does suit, i will admit. but if your curls start to lose their luster and it starts raining saltwater, we're getting a different set of rings


you never told me being an animal changes your perceptions

no wonder the pups go wild whenever the barkeep wears aftershave, everything smells so MUCH

[illithidnapped]

Hah! A precious catulus in his truest form at last.

Trust me darling, it's all fun and games until you start smelling the worst this city has to offer. Even less so when your instincts find it fascinating. But perhaps the treat bin taught you that already.

Tell me something little hound. What sort of beast are you? Fluffy? Small? Primped and pressed with a precious curly tail and floppy ears?

[doggish]

you're teasing a great deal for an elf currently both fluffy and sausage-shaped. but now you owe me a story. what did your instincts lead you? it cannot be much better than the treat bin (and I do not regret that for a moment).



but i am medium-sized, with predominantly black fur with white accents. and my ears are floppy, so get your teasing out now. i'm simply grateful i don't look like the pups.