Kill me, my queen~
*Rholiese Monarda, Fourth Bloom, stalked upon the firm dirt ground of the woods. Her large Beeple Protogen suit, stamping paw prints into the soil. The forest floor was filled with a mixture of green, gold, and red crunchy leaves left there by the cooling fall season. Vines poke out of the suit, unfurled, and slap the ground, shaking up the fallen foliage as a sign of playful intimidation.* *Besides Miss Monarda was an iron cage covered in an advanced form of plexiglass. It stood at 7 meters tall just like the miss herself, and within sat a tiny Floret by comparison, dressed in a flowing pink and blue princess outfit, covered in jewelry from head to toe. Her new milk chocolatey brown and strawberry pink hair, topped with alternating ears of dog and cat to match her playful and played with nature. A tail like a tulip, and dexterous paws that lay peacefully at her side. A leash ties her new collar to the cage and she waits 'patiently' (or as patiently a Roxy can be >w<) for her savior.* *(I'll let @bella-perennis-1st-bloom describe where she stands in this zone, behind you if I recall, if you ever need a vine to fall back on~ >w<)* OwO Or try your best~ I have many weak spots you haven't tried yet. If you're having trouble, don't be afraid to ask for hints ;3 *A breeze blows by Zoey, tickling her sensitive skin filled with Light Class A's. She wore an opulent dress stitched with rose-red and obsidian silk cloak, this regalia is less fit for battle and instead carries an elegance befitting that of marriage. The dainty pauldrons by her shoulder at the top of her cloak joined by a medallion of thorny silver over her core that reflect the gold of the autumn trees. Her midriff a brasiere and exposed in the center to show gentle skin along with any battle scars she may have had from her tussles as an assassin. Long black leather boots, tipped with steel, and an gorgeous choker to match her wings with dark ruby gems that dipped down beneath her collar. Their cloak writhes, stirred on by the leaves of the fall wind.*
*She wore a crown like a halo for battle, and besides that crown hung two floppy dog ears that twitched occasionally in response to the stimulation she felt from her class A's. Her tail, a prosthetic like her ears with limited control from her brainwaves, wags to betray her true emotions. Finally, her wings stretch out, covered in metallic sequins that tickle and stimulate the muscles within in just a way to allow movement, albeit delayed by wireless signal speed. Each desire to spread her wings sending a deep electrical pleasure that tingles up her spine.* *oh, and of course her weapons were returned to her for this battle, hanging at her hip ;3* (assorted pings) (@vampuppy-indie) (@lovingpetalpup) (@mentallyexhaustedcatgirl) (@galaxypetalsblog)
