Amidst the background noise of pleading, praying, whimpering and moaning there was a short 'clink' noise without any clear origin that went completely unnoticed by everyone. Wether they were too absorbed by their own misery or trying to get off, it didn't matter, the fact was that fountain slowly spreading it's lips in a broad grin went unnoticed. Green-blue eyes looking around gleaming in the darkness of the dungeon. With a soft chuckle, the grin detached itself from the statue, briefly disturbing the flow of the water. Like a breeze, it flew through the cage with prisoners intended as Alinn'sora's victims. Wind however, doesn't usually laugh or grin, or manifest atop a Taurus's head as a mangy cat.<br/><br/>The beast looked down from it's position, grinning at the white knight in the cage and completely ignoring the forced facefucking it's perch was doing to Alice. It was gaunt, it's purple fur patchy and unkempt. While it was clear these prisons would never be able to hold whatever the cat was, it still looked as if it's spend weeks behind bars. It's human yet unhuman grin plastered to it's face, it cheerfully greeted the wayward chesspiece, despite the knight likely never having seen the purple critter before.<br/><br/><i>"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves<br/>
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;<br/>
All mimsy were the borogoves,<br/>
And the mome raths outgrabe.<br/>
<br/>
White knight, old friend! <br/>
Small world finding you here! <br/>
Did you figure a way to keep your lunch dry,<br/>
from rain's fickle fall yet?"</i><br/><br/>For a cat, it was quite soft-spoken, though it had a rather deep voice it felt more gentle and comforting than intimidating. Despite it's manic grin, the beast felt somewhat benevolent. Which was quite a feat, considering it's unique appearance and rather theatric entrance. Though filled with sharp teeth that'd put a shark to shame, it's grin was in good humour. It rubbed it's chin thoughtfully, eyes fixed upon the chesspiece's loins. There was a glint in it's large eyes, which had little good portent. Thankfully, the grinning animal was distracted before it decided to make a meal out of the knight's girth.<br/><br/><i>"Say what do my eyes spy?<br/>
Hold that thought close friend,<br/>
t'is the Carpenter there I see!<br/>
I should go and greet,<br/>
and then maybe we'll have tea!"</i><br/><br/>It leapt off it's Taurus perch, leaving the jailor to his lewd actions while floating over to the cage containing the male Dryad, causing a bit of a stir amongst prisoner and guard alike. Of course it had been terrorizing the dungeons for the past few weeks, but it wasn't usually this bold. Walking through the steel bars as if they were mist, the purple cat dumped it's feline rear on the floor in front of the dryad. Completely ignoring Ekho's companions in the cage, it addressed the wooden man.<br/><br/><i>"Carpenter, where's walrus;<br/>
Your friends most closest?<br/>
It's rare to see you two apart;<br/>
Is this your newest con or<br/>
did you have a fight?<br/>
<br/>
Cherished a clam that<br/>
Walrus thought his? <br/>
Perhaps the sources ran dry,<br/>
and things went wry.<br/>
Well that happens<br/>
when you eat clams that speak."</i><br/><br/>By this point it should go without saying, that the cat's grin did not for a second go away. Not even as it's form slipped from mangy feline into something else, something far comelier and attractive. Standing nude with it's (her?) breasts and nethers bared, the feline had kept the grin, tail and shabby cat ears, but before Ekho now stood a woman quite like him if the dryad was a human-cat thing. And if the dryad was a woman. A fact that was now undeniable as she (it?) spread her pubes to expose the soft pink flesh of her sex and labia. A danty clit sitting snugly in it's hood above her slick entrance.<br/><br/><i>"I always wondered really<br/>
if any clam would do for you?<br/>
I mean, the two of you had<br/>
a nice stint, but really;<br/>
Would you taste of this<br/>
juicy clam as well, or not?"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>