Anyone reading this knows what Prequel is, and probably has already read the update. But I wanted to talk about it a bit since IMHO (In My Humble Opinion. Anyone who thinks that means anything else is just dead wrong) it’s the best update in a long, long time for multiple reasons:
1. Something HAPPENED. Katia’s not just sitting helpless in a cage any longer. She has (and I think I hate this word but it works) AGENCY. Some, possibly minor, control over her own destiny again.
2. Though she’s now mind-controlled by Sigrid again, she also has Sigrid mind-controlled. So at least she ends on almost equal footing.
3. She now has gladiatorial calcium in her corner so she’s not totally alone.
4. We can actually SEE her again. She’s no longer invisible! (
5. The last two panels.
Before I get into the meat of what I want to say, just a shout out to Kaz for that double-text “Don’t say anything!”. Clever use of CSS and text to indicate they are both making the exact same command. I doubt most people will think about that, but it’s a cool method of conveying that rather than the more expected two-lines.
1. Ever since the end of Infiltrate (way back in SEPTEMBER 2017 BTW!) Katia has been invisible and stuck in a cage. She had no ability to affect her destiny. Everything she tried failed. Sigrid just appeared to be too powerful to touch and had anticipated her every move. Frankly, it’s been a slog. Throw in slow updates (sorry, but… they are slow.) and you have waning interest. It just hasn’t been a good story.
However, at the end of the last update, things were picking up. She was doing SOMETHING, even if I could see little way it could help significantly. But I was definitely interested again, and that’s a good thing. Problem is we’d seen Sigrid counter every move and I was scared she was just going to counter this one too. If that would have happened, there would have been a mass exodus I think. (Not me. I’m friggin hooked for life. Sometimes it pisses me off, but I am anyway.)
On that topic, here’s why I think Katia, though still in a cage, has the upper hand anyway. First, she overcame Sigrid’s musk last time unusually fast. That’s what Sigrid’s been asking her about for all this time. How did she do it? I don’t think even WE know how she did it – but it implies she will likely get over it before Sigrid does. If that happens, she can just borrow some perfume and keep the upper hand. Kaz would never let that happen, but still it offers hope. Second, though Sigrid has her tumblespider, it’s not intelligent (probably). Katia has summoned skeleton that is, and is working on her behalf. (I wonder if he knows the skeleton that was cleaning up QWs room?). Plus there’s that sword that is obviously not there for no reason. Actually that’s probably not good for Katia. She’d screw it up. Like having a loaded gun around. Still, it APPARENTLY is a good thing.
2. However, are they both actually CHARMED like Katia was when she was with Sigrid before? Silenced obviously, but CHARMED? If so, neither Katia nor Sigrid would want to do anything to hurt the other. If they’re both just silenced, but still are enemies, things get problematic. Katia is blind which limits what she can do a lot. But then, if they’re actually charmed, then neither will react normally till one gets un-charmed. So this actually could be the end of conflict between them for some time. Hopefully Sigrid will let her out of the cage and share some ice cream. And if the charms are identical in power, Katia has proven she can break out of it abnormally quickly. So I’m hoping for the Charmed outcome, even though that means less conflict for awhile.
3. Assuming the skeleton sticks around and doesn’t get destroyed, Katia may have found her first real companion. Okay, hired gun, but still. In the long run though, what’s the cost of that? Cairn-Corp probably doesn’t mess around. They may end up her biggest enemy yet – faceless (flesh-less) corporation. But hey, if the alternative is coercion or death by Sigrid, good choice anyway. I do wonder if this skeleton might know the one Dimitri had cleaning up the bedroom though. That might lead weird places.
4. It’s so good to see canon Katia again, even if she is blind. And those last two frames… I’m sure that was Cider work, at least partially. Even Sigrid is cuter than normal. But Katia is downright adorable when she screams! Of course, her paint is peeling a bit. That got me wondering… is Kaz going to try to track exactly what parts of her paint are peeling so he can keep it consistent? Jeeze, that would be just like him – to worry about something so inconsequential. As for her being nekked… always good to throw the fan-service in. Unfortunately I bet her clothes are stolen if she ever gets out of here anyway. I say good riddance. I never liked em. She needs a new outfit anyway. I wonder if Sigrid would lend her something?
5. These are just so good. I feel kind of bad to say that, because those complex .gifs undoubtedly took a hella lot more work. But… I even like Sigrid here! Probably because for the first time, in the last panel she’s not completely in control. That’s a nice thing to see.
Anyway, that’s it. I just felt like ranting on the new update. I’m finally looking forward to the next scene. Mostly to find out if they are really charmed with each other, or just obeying each other’s commands. I hope for the charmed outcome really. I’d love to see Sigrid being as nice as can be to Katia AND vice-versa. No, I’m not shipping them. Katia belongs to Quill-Weave regardless of the stupid author. What does he know?
She
peered through the keyhole. She saw his back within, breathing deeply.
So peaceful, he seemed. And she was about to screw up his life too.
Well, there was no help for it – short of turning herself in that is.
She thought about that for a moment before knocking. Beheading probably.
Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. She certainly deserved it. Justice in
Cyrodiil was harsh and swift, and there was no leniency for a crime like
hers. But was it murder?
“Idiot, you locked the young fool in
with that… thing,” Rajirra thought. “She burned her own gloves with the
fucking fire spell. Did you really think she had a chance against it?
She’s probably a charred corpse by now.”
An image of a body,
charred and black leapt into her mind. It’s eyes burned from their
sockets, the teeth ever-smiling now. Smiling at her. Grinning. It’s
fangs long and sharp. It turned it’s black and bone-colored skull
towards her. “MURDERER”
She screamed, then covered her mouth. A
sound came from within. She’d woken him. She shook her head out of her
nightmare and returned to reality, then knocked at the door.
She
heard words spoken in Ta’agra within. To anyone else in town they would
be unintelligible. She however, understood them quite well.
“Fucking
goddamn shit! At this time of night? I’ll fucking bash whoever is there
with my fucking mace and fuck their dead body and eat their head. Who
the fuck is awake at this fucking time?!”
“Who is it? Who is out there?” she heard the bartender switch to the Common language.
“It’s… Ra’Jirra,” she replied in Ta’agra as assurance that it was her.
She heard keys rattle and the bolt thrown back. The door opened just enough to see the bartender’s face beyond.
“Ra’Jirra? Do you know what time it is? What the hell do you want?”
“Please… S’thengir isn’t it? I… I need to talk to you. It’s urgent.”
“Hold
on a minute,” he grumbled and shut the door again. She heard something
heavy thump onto the floor inside before the door opened.
“What?”
S’thengir said impatiently, standing within the doorway. Had she not
been so distressed, the sight of the khajiit dressed in silly
blue-striped pajamas would have at least elicited a chuckle.
“Can I come in?” she asked. This was the moment of truth. He had to let her in!
“What for?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
She began to unlace her bodice.
“Wait!
Stop!” he said, and she stopped. He leaned out and looked around,
making sure no one else was around. Then he looked back at her, his eyes
still full of suspicion.
“Why?”
She shrugged. “We can’t help ourselves sometimes, S’thengir. Surely you know that. You’re a khajiit.”
He grumbled, but opened the door wide and stood aside. “Come in. Of course I do. But I control myself.”
She entered and looked around the little room as he closed and locked the door behind him.
“I’ve…
done so myself, pretty well. But tonight. I just couldn’t,” she said,
finishing the unlacing and removing the vest. She started unbuttoning
the blouse underneath.
S’thengir sat back on the rough ‘bed’ he’d
made on the floor and watched her, a touch of a smile reaching the
corners of his mouth. It was a smile few had ever seen on the gruff face
before.
“Do you want to become pregnant?” he asked her. “I’m not prepared to father a litter.”
“No, khajiit. I have potions. I just need you. I am leaving town in the morning. Before I go, I need this.”
“I
see. Yes, I know the need too. But you must have more self-control,
khajiit-woman. We must not be seen as animals here among the other
races.”
“That is why I come at night,” she answered. She stood now
with her blouse open, her breasts not fully revealed, knowing they
would have their natural effect.“
“That was wise,” he said, watching her in the flickering candlelight, his eyes focused somewhat lower than her face.
“Will
you not join me, khajiit-man?” she asked, her hands ready to remove the
blouse and reveal herself to him. “You make me feel… wanton.”
He laughed a short, somehow angry laugh.
“You are wanton, are you not? No, thank you Ra’Jirra. I prefer to watch you undress. It arouses me.”
“I
see,” she said, and let the blouse slip from her shoulders. Then, with
as much grace as she could muster, she lowered her skirt slowly. She
stood naked in front of the bartender, awkward and embarrassed. Her hair
covered her breasts after she had bent to step out of the skirt now,
but he was looking farther down than that now. She felt the familiar
heat rising within her, and it shamed her. She did like this, and she
didn’t want to.
“Turn around,” he said, and she did so, bending to rest her hands on a chair. Behind her she heard him removing his pajamas.“
"Will you not… ”
“Foreplay? Of course. I am no rapist. I do not enjoy an unprepared woman. But, turn back around Ra’Jirra.” he replied.
She turned back to see him fully dressed.
“What?? I don’t understand! I need…”
“You
need nothing. Thank you for the show. Your body is excellent. But now,
put your clothes on and tell me why you wake me this late at night,” he
demanded.
“I… I wanted…”
“Ra’Jirra. Do you know what a
bartender does? It is my trade to know my customers. And you are a
khajiit. I can read you better than these humans, and I read them well.
Your eyes are red. You have been crying. Your hair is brushed, but until
recently it was disheveled. I do attract you, and perhaps sometime we
may mate, but that is not why you have come. Tell me or leave.”
Rajirra turned around and sat on the chair heavily.
“You see much, S’thengir,” she said. “More than with your eyes.”
“And
more than with my cock,” S’thengir smiled. “But you had a disadvantage
in your scheme, whatever it was, Ra’Jirra. You see, I’m already in a
relationship. A serious relationship. Your body, as tempting as it is,
will not move me to compromise my love.”
She smirked. “You were none to quick to stop me undressing, I noticed.”
S’Thengir
stood and walked slowly over to her and bent to put his mouth beside
her ear. She could feel his warm breath inside it.
“She never said I couldn’t look,” he whispered, tickling the sensitive fur inside.
She turned to him, but he backed away.
“Now now, foul temptress. Hands off the merchandise. Wait here a moment. I’ll be right back,” he said, and left the room.
Ra’Jirra
thought desperately. Seduction was out. Still, she had managed to
secure a refuge, at least for a little while. She tried to think of
something else. Something that might convince him to help her escape the
city in the morning. But he returned with two glasses of strong
khajiiti drink and she’d not come up with anything yet.
“Still naked? I guess you didn’t understand me,” he said, handing her one glass.
She shrugged. Being naked didn’t bother her.
“Drink. I call it Eye of the Tiger. My own mix. Try it! I’m rather proud of it,” he said, taking a sip of his own.
It tasted like cold fire on her tongue. She had thought of nothing. She was running out of time.
“It’s good,” she said. “Very good.”
“So,
now. Ra’Jirra. Why are you here? And please tell the truth. My patience
is growing thin, and my vow to my love hangs by a thread. I will kick
you out instantly and call the guards if I sense any lie. And I’m very,
very good at sensing lies.”
She looked at him. She looked at the
drink. She looked back at him, and the expression on her face was no
longer contrived. It was one of sincere desperation. She downed the
drink and felt it begin to do it’s work.
“I killed someone tonight. I need to get out of town.”
It’s my current obsession now. I’ve got the whole story pretty well worked out now. Up to ‘chapter 7′ up now at http://bdfanfic.tumblr.com and I’ve also got a new artist doing my images. Anscer. I posted some of her work to the Prequel fanart booru, but I might as well post them here too. First, this is her first drawings of Porcupine-Dodger she drew as a practice to see if she could do it. She’s more an anime artist than furry/prequel.
And then this is the one she did for Dodger: Continuation (5). She’s going to do one for Continuation (7) as well, but it will have to be added later. (I’ve already written (8)!
I’m working on coloring it too, but I put it up in the story as-is till I get the coloring done. She’s got her own style, but I’d say it works pretty well!
Oh… did I mention Anscer’s my daughter? Don’t worry, she’s an adult. (No, don’t ask me how old I am. Old enough I should know better probably.)
This is a fanfiction. Yeah, it is a wall of text. If I had ANY artistic talent I’d try to illustrate it. But I don’t so I can’t. I wrote it after a commission last night from Kazerad. I asked for “Quill Weave and Weedum-Ja playing Twister” and added that nudity needn’t be involved. Bikinis are fine. What I got was something totally different, and inspired me to write this…
It’s a little bit risque but not bad really. If you have the eyes for reading a bit, give it a shot and let me know what you think! If you’re Kazerad, stop reading here. This is not for you. Kazerad is now officially allowed to read this.
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She’d never much liked Weedum-Ja. It might even have been a touch of jealousy though, at least she recognized that. While she had achieved some modest fame through her writing, her rival had won hers through adventures and a skill with people that Quill simply didn’t possess. But what really pissed her off was Weedum-Ja’s inexhaustible knowledge of lore. Well, maybe not that so much as her apparent inability to stop from expounding on every subject like an expert because of it. Worse yet, Weedum was invariably correct. Quill checked up on her more than once. There’s nothing worse than a know it all who actually does!
Still, while a distant cousin, she was family and in adverse times you help your own. Quill had received the letter just two days ago. The events around Kvatch were still sketchy, but Weedum had been clear enough on one aspect. Her home was gone and she needed a place to stay till she got it rebuilt. Even Quill had to cringe at the loss of Weedum-Ja’s library. It had been impressive. Now apparently all lost to the flames.
Though Quill Weave’s own abode was nice enough, it was small. It was just right for her in her solitary lifestyle and just big enough to invite her few friends over in the living room to play Dwemers and Dragons occasionally when the pub was too busy. She only had one bedroom, and even with the work she’d done restoring it, it still had scars from the trashing that damned khajiit had left behind. The window had been repaired, but she left it open nearly all the time due to the faint but lingering odor. Even now she trembled involuntarily at the thought of what must have gone on in that room. But Weedum-Ja didn’t need to know that. Fortunately the odor was an unidentifiable mix of khajiit, unicorn dung, sex and moldy peas.
Flowers? Maybe flowers would help.
Well, she’d put up with sleeping with that mangy cat for a night. Sleeping with a fellow argonian, even Weedum-Ja, would be better than that. At least her cousin wasn’t destitute. At one time she had had more money that Quill herself, which was a comforting thought. That is, if she hadn’t gambled it all away. The tales she’d heard of Weedum-Ja’s penchant for alcohol and gambling were a bit too specific to be completely false.
Quill sighed deeply and squinted her eyes as the mid-morning sun struck her full in the face. Once again she had managed sleep halfway on and halfway off the bed again with her head-fins nearly touching the floor. She turned her head and looked under the bed. Yup. Still there. The ball gag she’d found still bore deep fang-marks in the distinctive pattern of a khajiit. Why hadn’t she thrown it away? She knew the answer to that of course. There was a book in that wretched cat. The ball gag was a memento. If the poor thing lived long enough to warrant one anyway. “Although,” Quill found herself musing, “an interesting enough death might make an even better story.”
“STOP!” she said out loud. “Don’t think like that Quill! Your reading public doesn’t need to know about your morbid fantasies!”
Instead she rearranged herself, scratched her ass and tasted the vile remains of last night’s dinner – a mostly liquid dinner. She really should stop drinking so much, she thought, then got to her feet, steadied herself with her tail, and staggered off to her closet. Inside she found her Favorite Outfit #27. She had over thirty, all custom made to her exact proportions. The townsfolk thought she was odd, wearing the same clothes day in and day out. But she knew better. She just had lots of identical ones. It made things so much easier! “Which clothes to wear today? Why, the clean ones of course!” She stole a touch on the hidden black outfit in the back of the closet and smiled an evil smile, then closed the closet door.
When she turned back, she glanced down and shoveled yesterday’s clothes under the bed with her foot. Not too bad. No vomit anyway. And that thought along with an urging in her bladder took her to her bathroom where she spent another 20 minutes brushing her teeth. She’d always been proud of her teeth. Bright sharp fangs all around. That’s the way to stay young. She’d never seen an old Argonian with perfect teeth – so she was going to stay young by good dental hygiene! A quick splash of water and she was soon dressed and ready for a new day.
Of doing nothing.
“It’s good to be a writer,” she thought as she plopped back onto the bed and felt the sun on her tail.
A couple hours later she got up to begin the day in earnest when the maid came in. Quill liked the white khajiit. Very meticulous. As far as Quill was concerned, the albino cat had never left so much as a stray white hair behind. And, though she wouldn’t admit it under torture, the sight of that little tuft of fur peeking out from the collar of her maid’s outfit sent a little thrill down to her tail. Clean, tidy and healthy with a bit of meat on her bones unlike like that yellow scraggly thing. Maybe someday Quill would ask the maid her name.
“Hey, would you mind picking up some flowers and setting them in my room? My cousin Weedum-Ja is coming to visit today and I’d like to see if we can cover up that stench.”
“Yes ma’am,” the khajiit replied as sweetly as that grating voice could manage.
“Oh, and maid, would you be interested in making an extra septim or two tonight?”
The red albino eyes shot up to her instantly. “Ma’am?”
“Bingo,” Quill smiled inwardly.
“I’d like to do some entertaining. You can bring some friends along. About five I think. But clean, respectable friends mind you!”
“Yes ma’am!” said the maid, her eyes shining now. Funny how a bit of money could do that to these types.
But the maid stood looking at her as if she had a question. “Yes? Was there something else?”
“Sorry ma’am but I need to know which type of friends to bring.”
Quill pondered this. She wasn’t too sure what Weedum-Ja liked in the way of entertainment.
“Bring a variety, both male and female of different races please. Oh, bring one of those dunmers if you know one. They’re always fun!”
“Will… um… Will they get paid too?”
Quill sighed. Why must it always come down to money? Was there no such thing as loyalty anymore?
“Oh, I suppose. If my cousin likes them.” said the argonian and she was delighted to see the little khajiit smile her bright smile back at her and start her chores around the house. “Such a sweetheart,” Quill thought as she watched the maid carrying out the chamber pot delicately. “I’m lucky to have her.”
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A knock came on the door that evening. Quill was at her writing desk as usual, staring at a blank page. She jumped a bit but soon had her clothes back on and opened the door.
“Welcome cousin! Come on in. Have a seat!” Quill greeted her green relative warmly, even if she didn’t feel terribly sincere about it.
“Hi Quill! How’s the writing business?” said, Weedum-Ja heartily while her keen eyes scanned the room as if looking for something to complain about.
“Oh, not bad. I had a new book published last month. Have you heard about it?”
Weedum-Ja headed straight for the kitchen and Quill rolled her eyes. “Not wasting any time mooching off me,” she thought.
“New book? It’s not one of those fiction things is it? You know I don’t read those.”
“Well, yes. It is.”
“Waste of time if you ask me. Bunch of made-up stories. Not that I begrudge you the income mind you! The plebs of the world revel in that stuff. Bread and circuses. Keep the masses entertained while the world goes to hell, right?”
“I suppose so,” Quill answered. Inwardly she wondered, “How is it possible for her to get on my nerves 5 minutes after she gets here?”
Later, Quill was sitting at one of her dining chairs while her guest sprawled over her good padded chair like an overstuffed pillow.
“…still,” Weedum-Ja was saying while she snacked on a carrot, “a cozy little place. Thanks for letting me stay with you. I know you and I don’t exactly see eye-to-eye on everything, but you’re always there for me when I need help and I appreciate that.”
What Quill appreciated was the growing pile of crumbs around, and in, her favorite chair.
“That’s what family is for, no? So, any idea how long you’ll be staying?”
“Well, the contractor says he’ll have the roof back up a week from now. Of course, he’s one of those orsimer types. Great for heavy lifting but their estimates leave much to be desired. If only we had some good argonian builders in Kvatch! They’d have the whole thing done by next week and they’d get it done right. But no, this orsimer’s all we’ve got that isn’t working on the chapel or the palace already. Cost a pretty septim too. They sure know how to gouge a girl when the times are tough. Fortunately I’m not in any hurry. Within a month or two it should be good as new.”
“A month or two,” Quill quoted, her tail gone limp.
“Oh cheer up cousin! We’ll have a great time. So, how about we go to that bar I was at last time? It’s been a long dry trip.”
“Actually, my maid is coming by later with some friends to keep us entertained.”
Weedum-Ja seemed to consider this, “Well, okay. If you’ve already made plans. Is she cute?”
“Weedum,” Quill explained, “she’s a khajiit.”
“Ew! You let one of them into your house?”
“Yes, and she does a good job too! You should be more open minded like me.”
“Well, maybe. What’s her name?”
“Um… ‘Maid’?”
Weedum-Ja laughed at Quill which sent her mood lower.
“Hey! She’s only been working here a couple of years. What do you expect?” Quill rallied.
Weedum-Ja uncoiled herself and stood up. “I expect,” she said looking back towards the kitchen, “that somewhere in this house you have something a body can drink. That’s not water or fruit juice!”
Quill rose. “Hang on, I’ll get you something. Mixed or straight?” she asked, admitting to herself that the girl had a good idea there.
“Straight. If we’re going to have a party, we’d best not waste any time!”
In fact, time wasn’t the only thing that was wasted by the time the little khajiit timidly knocked on the door later that night. Weedum-Ja had actually managed to raise Quill’s spirit a little as they sang some old song from the Marsh. Quill was actually laughing when she opened the door and saw her maid, another khajiit, a nord and two dunmer outside. She noticed one of the dunmer held some sort of musical instrument which she smiled at approvingly.
“Welcome friends! I assume she…” Quill said, nodding towards her maid, “told you already. I’m hosting my cousin Weedum-Ja tonight and was hoping you might like to entertain us a little.”
The four turned to the maid who turned back to Quill, saying, “We thought a little music and some dancing maybe? Ma’am?”
Weedum called from the living room, “That would be great! Come on in!”
Quill stood aside as the little troupe marched in, only a little irked at Weedum’s presumption. But the group looked nice and she didn’t fail to notice the smell of soap on each of them.
“Probably the first bath they’ve had in weeks,” she thought to herself. “Still, they are a healthy looking group.”
Even the other khajiit didn’t seem to be scanning the room looking for valuables. Instead the dunmer started to play and the other four paired off and started dancing.
“Nice!” Weedum-Ja said, nodding approvingly to Quill Weave. But under her breath she said, “I bet you 5 septims he plays King and Country next.”
Quill, who knew her cousin well, had no doubt that she was earnest in her suggested wager. “You’re on!” she smiled.
An hour later Quill was up 20 septims on the various wagers and she was in a very good mood. Fortunately, her guest didn’t seem to mind losing. Quill even offered some drinks to the entertainers. As it turned out, her maid was quite skilled at dancing and even managed to sing a song or two in that odd raspy voice. At last the dancers asked if they could take a break and Quill was happy to let them do so.
“So, what do you think?” she asked Weedum-Ja.
“Very nice!” her fellow Argonian answered. “That maid of yours is quite the dancer too. Great body!” Then, as if correcting herself, she added, “…for a cat I mean.”
Quill blushed a bit at that. Her cousin had never been what she would call modest, and it seemed the more drinks that went down her throat, the more libertine her attitude became.
“I… suppose so. But how about that nord eh? I bet he’s got a six-pack under that shirt I could wash my clothes on!” she responded, hoping it was the right thing to say in the circumstances. While her preferences might lie in the other direction, she knew her cousin was a devout ‘maleologist’.
“Well! Let’s find out! I’ll bet you that neither of us think he has abdominals worth mentioning. Say, 5 septims?”
Quill looked back to where the nord was looking at them, smiling and well within earshot. She took that as a good sign and repeated the phrase she seemed to have said a lot tonight, “You’re on!”
They both looked to the man who laughed and lifted his shirt up. 5 more septims found their way into Quill’s palm.
Weedum-Ja shook her head at the man as he pulled his shirt back down. “No no! Leave it off! You cost me 5 septims. Least you can do is let me admire my loss!”
He shrugged and pulled his shirt over his head.
“Hey! I’ve got an idea!” Weedum said, downing yet another glass. "I have this game someone back in Kvatch made for me. Here, let me show you how it works…“
A few minutes later, Weedum-Ja was seated around the others on the floor. Even Quill had loosened up to the point she was chatting with her maid like an old friend.
"So, let me get this straight… You spin that arrow, and whichever color it lands on, you have to touch that color on the mat. But it doesn’t matter which dot you touch as long as it’s that color?”
Weedum-Ja nodded happily. “That’s it! You just have to use the foot or hand it indicates. And not fall over.”
“But… there’s nothing for tails on the arrow-thing,” the other khajiit pointed out.
Weedum-Ja put on a frown, “No. Invented by humans. No tails.”
“Well! Let’s give it a try!” one of the dunmer cried.
“Yes, lets!” the maid agreed, her own speech becoming a little slurred.
Quill looked at Weedum-Ja as the other got to her feet. “Weedum! Surely you don’t expect me to… do that!”
Weedum looked at her cousin. “Well, not if you don’t want to I guess.”
“Hey, if I’m not wearing a shirt,” the nord pointed out as the two argonians settled into their seats to referee the game, “I think the others should take theirs off too!”
Weedum-Ja squealed with joy. “Indeed! Come on girls. Off with em!”
Quill Weave looked at her cousin as if she’d gone insane and swiftly shuttered the window. “WEEDUM! I’m a respectable member of this town! What if someone were to find out?!”
Weedum slapped her cousin on the back. “Oh my god. Quill! Live a little!”
Quill looked back to where the entertainers had already doffed their shirts. She blinked at the multiple sets of breasts bobbing about in front of her, then looked at her drink. In an instant it was down the hatch and refilled as if by magic.
“What the hell?” she declared. “I’m no Stick In The Mud!”
“Okay, so take turns in this order. Whitey, you go first. Left Hand Red!” Weedum-Ja declared, starting the game.
By the end of the first game, everyone was sufficiently lubricated that they were all having a good time. Even Quill Weave was getting into it. It didn’t hurt that she was up 20 more septims by the end of it, having only bet on the wrong horse once.
“What say we up the stakes, cousin?”
“Sure!” Quill responded a little too loudly, and, she realized, a little to happily. The show in front of her was far more arousing that she cared to admit. “How much are you thinking?”
“I’m not referring to the bets, darling!” Weedum-Ja leered. “OFF WITH THE BOTTOMS!”
Quill Weave’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as she looked back at the players. And they were doing it! In a few seconds there was a room full of naked bodies writhing around in front of her.
“40 Septims on the pink human!”
“Buh… bu…”
“It’s a bet!”
Quill watched as body parts touched body parts that should not do so outside of marriage. Other body parts touched body parts that shouldn’t be touched regardless!
Weedum-Ja had taken over the duties of arrow-spinner as Quill had gone speechless. The tableau in front of her looked like a cultural diversity mural gone badly awry. Not that the participants weren’t getting along fine. Some maybe too well. Had Quill not lost her motor skills, she would have gone to get a bucket of cold water.
“Oh relax,” Weedum-Ja laughed as Quill turned slowly towards her, her eyes wide and unblinking. “It’s a plastic mat. There won’t be any stains on your carpet.”
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In the end, Weedum-Ja had been almost right. After Quill had sworn all the players to secrecy and paid them a healthy extra to help seal their mouths, she closed the door and turned back to Weedum-Ja, who was now snoring and draped over her chair like a misplaced dress. Fortunately she had won enough from Weedum-Ja to cover the entertainer’s expenses with a little left over. In the spirit of diversity, Weedum-Ja had eventually joined in the game fully before her metabolism had finally given out at the onslaught of alcohol.
“At least no one can accuse me of participating!” Quill said, looking down at her nice and still fully-dressed body.
Then she looked back at her cousin. Her distant cousin. In the sprawled position she’d ended up in, she didn’t look like much of a cousin at all. She looked like a drunken, naked female lizard.
“Should I leave her here?” Quill thought to herself. “She certainly deserves to wake up with a backache. Not to mention the headache we’ll both surely have.”
But some remote part of her complained. She’d certainly not want that for herself. Then, like a flash out of the sky, she realized something. Something important. Something meaningful.
She dragged her cousin semi-consciously to her feet and helped her carefully up the stairs.
“Come on Weedum. One step at a time,” she said as the other mumbled something unintelligible back. Other than one little slip on the landing, she managed to get her cousin to lay down properly in her bed.
As she covered up the now-snoring guest, she was proud that she had not gotten too aroused at carrying the naked argonian after all. Morning would be awkward, but in her state there’s no way she was going to manage to get Weedum-Ja’s underwear back on her now. But she no longer cared much about that. She was thinking about someone else.
Quill climbed into the bed beside her cousin and lay awake while the ceiling spun around her. Weedum-Ja shifted then and Quill let out a quiet squeak as Weedum’s tail came to rest in an inappropriate place. She carefully moved the tail away, but it promptly flopped back across her chest. Quill gave up. She couldn’t help but be aware of the touch of her bedmate, but she was remembering a night not long ago when another person had slept beside her in this bed, and her cousin’s snoring and unconscious touch didn’t bother her anymore. She had awoken that next morning, not sprawled upside down half on and half off the bed like usual, but properly aligned and her blanked snugly over her shoulders. She hadn’t thought about it at the time. The khajiit had done that. That mangy, sad, scrawny khajiit had taken the time to get her back into bed and tuck her in. And the effort! It’s a wonder the noodle-armed khajiit had even been able to lift her at all. But she had.
“Poor khajiit. I hope you’re doing alright,” she said out loud to the ever-circling ceiling. She knew she was suffering from the Drunk Emotional State, but she didn’t care. Drunk or sober, it was nice to think someone like that existed. But she comforted herself knowing that she’d helped the wretch out at least a little. If she ever returned, Quill Weave vowed then that she’d try and be nicer to her. If she ever returned. If not… well… she knew another khajiit didn’t she? Tomorrow she would ask her what her name was.
Quill Weave turned to her cousin and gave her a little kiss. “Goodnight Weedum-Ja,” she whispered, then turned back and closed her own eyes. The world stopped swimming. “Goodnight Katia, wherever you are,” was the last thing she thought before she fell to sleep.
A while back in the Angels With Scaly Wings days I commissioned Kaz to draw Katia riding Bryce. This is the resulting drawing.
Naturally I had to color it. It’s what I do, right? Here’s the sketch a bit cleaned up with flat colors…
And then with shading, highlights and a Skyrim background screenshot motion-blurred.
I probably should have left well enough alone… but… if you’ve never played Angels with Scaly Wings (and I highly suggest you don’t honestly – I didn’t. I just watched Kaz play it on some streams.) there’s at least one, maybe a couple of scenes where a conveniently placed bottle prevents viewing of any potentially offensive parts of Bryce. And thus the similarly-conveniently placed bottle here. (In fact, it probably is worse WITH the bottle since it is… large.)
But no, I had to go and wreak havok by making some of the bottles a bit more transparent than intended. Don’t worry, it’s a silhouette at best. But still, no mere bottle is going to suppress the manly manliness of Bryce!
Yeah, you’ve really got to WANT to see the difference to see the difference. Good luck with that. I’m out!
This is going to be a long rant – but a very non-angry rant. Can someone rage-quit without being angry? Let’s find out! I’ll throw in some images to break it up a bit.
Today I was so proud. I was mentioned on 4chan! Yay! Granted it was on /trash/ and tucked in between all the Katia-porn, but still…
“I’m guessing bdprequel is one of those furries? I see him on tumblr posting and coloring Kaz’s 30s sketches fairly regularly. I can’t imagine paying more than 10$ for crap like that, and I like Kaz’s stuff as well”
This was in response to a prior post about Kaz’ barstreams:
“I remember catching them every single time when he first started, they were fucking grand. They [sic] all the autistic furries came in and made the chat a wreck. So Kaz appointed a shit ton of them moderators indiscriminately. Now he doesn’t even advertise his streams anymore. It’s literally a fucking secret autist club where Kaz can do quick thirty second sketches for easy to please manchildren for twenty bucks a pop. The worst fucking part is, for me at least, is that I legit enjoy Kaz’s art but all these sketches he does are just lost to the fucking ether, never to be seen by anyone else’s eyes but the commissioner.”
Well, in response to that first one, I can’t imagine paying more than $10 either. I don’t. I think every one (except one) commission I’ve got from Kaz is exactly a $10 commission (or less – I do have one $5 crayon commission!). I did commission one for $20 once, and it was appreciably better than the others. But I’d rather have 2 slightly worse ones it turns out.
And yeah, though I like to think I’m not a “Furry”, I’d be lying if I said I’m not a “furry”. I don’t live the lifestyle, I don’t go to conventions, I don’t even particularly love animals except for my dog. But yeah, I’m inordinately fond of anthropomorphic stuff, and yeah, I’ve got a FA account. I blame The Lion King. And Felicia. And Krystal. And Robin Hood for that matter. Still, seems an odd place to post a random furry-bashing thing considering this is one of the tamest images on that thread:
I do regret that Kaz’ commissions disappear though. That’s one reason I scan and color mine – to get them ‘out there’ because, at least IMHO, they’re good and should be seen my more than just me.
One thing that has honestly been bothering me though is Kaz’ continuing disappointment in the stream chats. His latest from that thread:
“Kaz here. Are the stream moderators even doing anything? To my knowledge they don’t really ban or kick anyone. I’d love to shape up the in-stream chat into being less horrible, but I don’t even know where to begin.”
My problem with that is – I love the chats! Sure they get a little bit lewd at times, but – especially considering the forum that was posted in – no where near what’s posted there! There’s stuff in that very thread that makes me cringe, and I’m not easily ‘cringed’. And Kaz’ says the STREAMS are horrible?! So I’m confused on exactly what he means.
Now granted, I yabber a lot in chats. Probably too much. Back in the day, I ran the largest BBS in Palm Beach County, FL. I’m used to yabbering a lot. I grew up on it. I have tried to lighten up though. Let other voices in, you know. But regardless of that, what does he EXPECT essentially anonymous chats on a stream to be like? Deep discussions of Oblivion lore? Opinions on the Hist? More endless speculation on how Katia is going to fail against Sigrid? We exhausted that LITERALLY YEARS AGO!
I’ve made quite a few friends (okay, maybe the term isn’t appropriate, but ‘acquaintances’ sounds way too remote) on his streams too. There was also talk of the moderators. I (think! I’ll have to check to see if this is still true this particular hour!) am a ‘moderator’ there. I don’t think I’ve ever used the power. But I’ve been a moderator before – of a forum though, not really a chat room. I can tell you it’s a thankless job that’s not easy to do. In a chat room, it’s even tougher. Do you ban someone for using ‘f*ck’? For talking about Katia in a sexual manner? I mean really, it’s a tough job with no direction or ground rules. My default is for tolerance of a lot – so I’m all but nonexistent as to moderation. Maybe I’m just accustomed to the horribleness.
All that being said, I’m hereby officially rage-quitting Prequel till the update comes out. I’m pissed at Kaz because the first cracks in the estimated date have appeared. Yes, I expected it. But I’m no less upset about it. But I also recognize when it’s a rage-quit scenario. I’ve been here before. I get over it, and I undoubtedly will here too. I’m too wishy-washy when it comes to this sort of thing. If he opens a bar stream tonight, will I really not join? Well… I probably will. But I don’t WANT to. 😦 I’ve been waiting quite long enough for this.
When I bought the merchandise, it really wasn’t about getting the ‘stuff’. Most of it is still in the box (except the T-shirt. Mines getting faded. I need a new one!) Really it was about repaying him in some way for the entertainment I’d already gotten from Prequel. It’s obviously my favorite webcomic (any comic really) ever. But… Katia is dead to me without some new stuff. The time has come to get this update out the door and carry on with her story. I want her resurrected. If my meager protest – knowing it won’t last – will in any way help that to happen, then dammit I’m quitting!
(Of note, I’ve said that before about other things and been a hypocrite. I’m probably being one now.)
I don’t hate Kaz. Not by a long shot. I love his humor, and that’s why I commission these images too – I LOVE to see what he’ll come up with. So I usually try to keep them very ambiguous and let him come up with something unexpected. Pretty much always has too – which is well worth $10 to me! But I want to see canon-Katia again for a change. Badly. Enough to rage-quit, even though I know in my heart that’s just stupid.
That was the commission. So, true to form, Kazerad drew Katia failing at both. Admittedly this is not my best coloring work. Considering the subject matter, that’s a bit surprising. But for some reason this one just didn’t inspire me much, (though it’s ALWAYS fun to shade Katia boobs. I do find myself spending inordinate amounts of time getting those shaded well! I wonder why?)
Obviously I spent like .5 minutes on the background. I just didn’t feel like spending much time on it I’m afraid. I think perhaps it’s her lack of neck that throws it off most for me. But hey, it’s something right? That’ll be the last of these for a while. I do still have Katia riding Bryce from Angels with Scaly Wings I want to do at some point though.
Oh! I thought I posted this already. Guess not! Well, for Valentines day I’d commissioned Kaz to draw that QW+QW thing. I wanted a follow up, so I thought it might be nice to show QW+QW walking a dog. This is what I got. I got QW+QW Potential Puppy Murderers.
Now, I’m probably reading WAAAY to much into this, but I see a deeper meaning in this. If you associate only with like-minded people, bad ideas can seem like good ones due to the resonant echo chamber effect. In pre-Internet days, everyone watched the same 3 TV channels. That doesn’t mean everyone agreed with the same things – but they saw the other point of view often.
Now you can be so selective in your choices that you don’t even know the other opinion exists. And they don’t know you exist. They become THEM and you become US.
Don’t date yourself. Open up to those with differing points of view a little. And… don’t drown your puppy. It cannot breathe underwater. Not even a little.
Kaz’ original sketch below. Yeah, I found the little happy background on the Internet somewhere. It seemed appropriate somehow. Like something out of MLP.
I’ve had the handle “Blue Dragon” or some variation of it for literally decades. Since people called them “handles”! But in all that time I’ve never, ever had a real avatar/OC. A few weeks back during a stream I commissioned Kazerad to draw “My Weird OC”, describing him as a bit like Dino from the Flintstones.
He’s about the farthest thing from a fearsome dragon as is possible to get. Kaz came up with this, which I colored and shaded today. It’s a simple thing, but having my own Weird OC is just… weird! I like him a lot! Though I identify somewhat as a Furry I guess, I’ve never really had a desire for a personal OC like this, but now that I’ve got one, I’m probably going to have to change my various avatar pics.
Okay, enough blab. Here’s the image:
Blue Dragon getting underfoot of a cat, instead of the other way ‘round.
Mostly I’m just doing these for shading practice which is kinda fun. But poor Kazerad. He keeps trying to de-emphasize Katia’s boobs, and then I come along with my shading and give her DDs. I’m a bad dragon. But happy!
I still do things sometimes. Commission from Kaz that I colored, though I think I just asked Evil Quill Weave’s Birthday Party. Leave it to Kaz to turn it into a pathetic scene of sadness and pathos!
Though it could be interpreted as tears of joy at Faceless Mook throwing her a birthday party at all. (Though knowing Kaz, that’s unlikely. More likely she realizes how pathetic that she had to order her minion to throw her a party.)
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