Do snakies dream of very fat foxes? It turns out, yes, they do :D (OOC RP Dream Sequence RP)
Just FYI, this is an RP of something Basil dreams about on a regular basis. It didn't actually happen, although the snake wishes it would. Again, this is just a dream. Bandit is just fine. Chubby, but very much alive :)
Bandit the fox. Basilisk the snake, with a guest appearance by Blisa the cat.
Once upon a dark night dreary...
The fox lets out a series of giggles as he stumbles along the darkened streets of Ferrevale. There is more ale flowing through Bandit's veins than is probably shameful for a beast in his position but tonight is his night off. He has no uniform tonight to disgrace with his abundant drinking and glut. Just a black otter hide vest. Slowly but surely the fox reaches his home, bottle of ale in paw.
The head guard position has been kind to Bandit, perhaps a bit too kind. The brown furred fox has trouble reaching past the size of his belly to unlock the door. The key scraps against the lock once or twice before its inserted and twists. The fox's abode is surprisingly clean, but only because of how much time he spends at the guard shack. He uses this only to sleep and keep trophies of his victories.
The simple shack is, sadly, almost devoid of such nick nacks...
If the fox was sober, he might have been alert enough to her the tell-tale whispers of scales sliding across the ground. Basilisk is out hunting. He has had enough of cheese buns, enough of hiding in his cellar, enough of luscious, fat foxes being within easy reach, yet unattainable. tonight, the snake is hunting. He slithers up to the back of the shack, searching for a window. Because seriously, who could live in a house without windows?? Basil noses along, searching and trying to avoid thinking about what Blisa will do to him if she finds out about what he's plotting.....
The fox goes to lock the door behind him, never noticing the beast peering through the open bedroom window. Indeed if only his gut wasn't full of ale. The fox stumbles about the room yawning rubbing his eyes. Occasionally he rubs at his stomach which is so painfully full of wood pigeon that it feels like he is carrying a boulder under his fur. The fox casts a glance around his barren house and sighs. "This...this has to change. I can't go on living like, like /this/. That's it! No more ale! No more sweets, and less meat." He yawns again, "Tomorrow...after I finish off the cheesebuns in the kitchen..." The fox lumbers off towards the kitchen for his mid night snack.
Basilisk had /juuuuust/ started creeping through the window when he heard the phrase 'cheesebuns'. WHAT?! No! Yay! The snakes silently pulls the rest of his massive, muscle-bound, sleek body through the window and slides gracefully out of the bedroom and to the kitchen door. Cautiously he gets into position, then suddenly goes to wrap his sinewy coils around the Head Guard's bulky form!
The portly head guard had at that point been wiping cheesebun crumbs off of his muzzle, in his paws there is an empty basket. He doesn't realize at first what is happening as the snake just appears around him! When he does he let's out an estranged yelp and tries to flee! But by then his arms are already pinned to his side and his feet bound. He let's out another series of yelps. "Basilisk?" He shouts, "What are you DOING!"
Panicking slightly, the giant snake goes to wrap the very tip of his tail around the fox's muzzle. "I'm hunting, sssssstupid! I'm tired of no meat!" He then starts to squeeze, his goal to strangle all the life out of the fox. And then eat him. With cheese. And maybe a cheese chaser. Because this snake's got (slight) taste.
The fox gasps, this...this can't be happening. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! "Basil! No! Don't! Basil! Ba-bas-gaaaaaaaaah!" The fox's shrieks of terror echo through the night but for him, no help comes. His frightened yelps eventually, gradually, cease and all goes quiet in the house...
FINALLY!!! Basilisk raises up, suppressing his joyous proclamations. Finally, he shall have meat!! He goes to start consuming the fox when "BASIL! Hey, wanna go pick some flowers?"
Basil awakens with a start and hits his head, hard, on the cellar ceiling. Rubbing his head with the end of tail, he glowers up at Blisa, who has covered her mouth with a paw. "Oh my goodness, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. You had raised up, so I thought you had seen me. C'mon! Let's go pick some flowers!"
Grumbling slightly, the snake slithers up the cellar stairs, following his cheerful, tiny ruler. He had been dreaming. But, oh, what a wonderful dream it had been. Basil licks his lips longingly. Maybe, someday, here very soon, he'll work up the nerve to actually defy the petite white cat and go hunting meat again. He grabs a cheesebun on his way out the kitchen door. Yeah, and maybe someday foxes will grow wings and fly.
NOT.
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