Fat snakey is having problems...
Ferravale, Chieftain's house
Blisa the cat and Ferdinand the ferret. Basilisk the snake.
It had been more than a month since the fall of Redwall to the woodlanders. Such a glorious battle it was. Especially for one particular whiptail snake. So much vermin, so little time. Basilisk had gobbled up Marek forces like pop corn. He would pay for it later on but his primal instincts had gotten the better of him.
In reality a snake only needs to eat once every few weeks, possibly even a month. Basilik lost count of how many beasts he gulped down after ten. The swollen snake had to be dragged back to Ferrevale. Once there he quickly curled up next to the fire in the living room and slipped into a sort of hibernation, waking up only to cough up the occasional piece of clothing or breast plate.
"OooooOOOooooooOOOOooh." The snake said as he finally rose his head. He was groggy, oh so groggy, and his stomach hurt so much. "Blissssaa...Ferdinand?...helloohrk!" The snake coughed. Oh yes, he was paying for his gluttony this time.
Blisa is sitting in a dreadfully comfortable chair, drawing things from the battle, mostly to ward of nightmares. She stares at the snake with her soft green eyes, then blinks. "I think you need to not eat so much next time."
The snake turns his attention over to the cat and peers at her intently, "Wha...how...where am I?" he turns back to the fire place and his eyes widen to the size of dishes. "Great oogly moogly!" the snake exclaims as he takes in the damage done by his feasting. If the snake thought he was heavy set before...
His scales were split along the ridges, exposing about an inch of his black skin underneath. His body was horribly swollen and bloated. Where his underbelly was to be smooth several small bulges, rolls of thickened flesh, had appeared all the way from his chest to his tail. He could only stare in abject horror, mouth wide open. One could only imagine the fun the guards had trying to fit the snake through the door.
Blisa raises an eyebrow. "We had to carry you back here after the battle for Redwall. It's been about a month. You've been hibernating ever since. You really need to go on a diet and excersis regime."
Basilisk quickly turns his head towards the kitten, the motion sending waves through his thickened body. "D-d-d-diet!?" a truly panicked expression over comes the snake's face. He lowers his head and shields his eyes with his tail. "Exerssssice?" Oh no! no no no no! What madness is this? "This...this is bad dream, yah?" He says with a hopefull tone. He raises his head and stares at blisa with a pleading look. "Basssilisk is going to wake up and find a nice hot basket of cheessse bunss in front of him, yesssss...that'ss it. Thisss is all a dream..."
Blisa gets an almost wicked look on her face as she closes her drawing book and sets it and her pen and inkwell off to the side. (Wait...she's drawing with a pen? Nice...) "This is not a dream, my friend. And there will be no cheese bun for you until you have noticeably lost weight. I can't have you dieing, can I?" She leans forward, still grinning unnervingly, the firelight giving her eyes a rather creepy glow.
The snake gave the terrifying kitten a very horrified look. Shrinking back into a ball with a pained whimper. "No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Basil turns to flee from the kitten seeking safety in the kitchen. A month of inactivity however also causes him a bit of trouble. Failing to stretch propperly Basil is waylaid by several painfull kinks to his back and tail. He falls to his side in pain. "...isss it too late to just eat myssself to death?" He offers hopefully, not wanting to admit yet that he needs to get healthy.
Blisa slides down off of her chair and calmly walks over to the snake's head and stands there, her arms crossed and her face looking even more creepy than before. "Yes, it is. I refuse to let you die if I can help it." The door to the bedrooms opens and Ferdinand steps out, his sabre in paw. "I heard thomeone thcreaming...holy..." the ferret turns away and leans on the door. "That ith literally the motht dithguthing fat I have ever theen...."
The snake whimpers under the gaze of the kitten. When the ferret enters his fear is momentarily replaced with anger. How dare this lowely ferret call him fat! "It's pronounced disssgusssting you fool!" He shakes his head sadly, "And people ssssay /I/ have a lissp." He adds with a smile. Yes, Ferdinand is right on time to lift the snake's spirits...as annoying the body guard is about all he can do at the moment...
Ferdinand poufs up and turns towards the snake, shaking uncontrollably, his eyes flashing in anger. "WHAT?!?!" He swings his sabre at the snake twice, aiming to beat him with the flat of the blade. Blisa, for her part, just scrambles up onto the couch and grins like the Cheshire cat at Basil. "You just insulted my best friend; there is no way I'm going to save you from a good hiding unless you apologize."
The snake tries to shield himself from the blows, "Alright...alright..." He says finally. "I'm sssorry...sssory that you sssmell like a weasel!" Then braces himself for another onslaught of blows.
Such is life in the Scioto household...
Ferdinand roars and goes to strike the annoying snake again when Blisa holds up a paw and shouts, "STOP! You technically are a weasel...well, you're related to weasels." the ferret stares at the cat as she continues, "You all are mustelids....along with stoats, otters, badgers, pine martens and sables." She slips down and goes to sit on the snake's head, smiling supremely.
The snake sighs deeply as the kitten mounts his head like a small pony. Oh how the great and mighty Basilisk has fallen. He was feared once. Now he was nothing more than a pet. Worse, furniture! This must change...something WILL change...but first, how to fit through the front door...
Blisa snaps her fingers and adds, "Oh, and wolverines." Ferdinand makes an exsasperated sounds and heads to the kitchen, the cat slipping off of the snakes head and trailing behind her main bodyguard, expounding on the virtues of having so many species similar to oneself.
And so goes the days in the house of Scioto.
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