Septiezal had hidden himself away shortly after Baratheon announced the winner of the wrestling match, which was Mosi obviously. Tucked away deep within in a crevice, he did not want anyone to find him. Not now at least. He shifted in his coils, burying his head within them to shield himself from the pesky light crackling from the great Spire. It was only light that shown through his hide, softly illuminating the crevice with a gentle, blue glow, but even that was too much for his mood right now. He wanted to find a darker place to hide, but his injured will could not spur him to move.

He could not believe he lost to that delusional Gembound. It was so embarrassing. Everyone was cheering for him to and he let them down. Septiezal was so ashamed of himself that he wished he could shed into a new snake. They probably all thought he was a weakling too.

As if to as insult to injury, Mosi's taunts would not leave him alone. They circlulated in his mind, stripping away at any pride he once had in himself.

"Incomplete beast. Doth thou wish thine body had limbs?"

And sadly, he was starting to believe them. If he had limbs, he wouldn't have failed so hard. Septiezal cursed his form his stone had chosen to grow into. He began to wonder it did this just to spite him. He was cold blooded, having to spend his sweet time basking in the heat of the lights just so he would not freeze to death, or escaping an area because the temperature could literally kill him. It also made him tire quicker. Septiezal gloomily thought back on how much of his life he had wasted resting in some lonely den like this one. It had chosen not to form any legs either, which would have carried him across great distances faster than crawling on his belly through the dirt and dust. And slap Mosi in the face. The other warmer, limbed Gembounds did not have to worry about such things. Their forms had chosen to not be so "incomplete"

Septiezal wanted to stay coiled in this hole forever. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll starve to death in peace and no one will ever find me. As of how dark, miserable, and bitter his heart felt right now, that didn't seem like a bad idea.

Mosi was right. If that had not been a competition, he would have already been dead by now, and he would have died so pitifully.


"Speech."
Thoughts...

@Pharoah

He'd been there at the wrestling competition, cheering for his friend as loud as his little maw would allow him. In the end the the winner was declared and it wasn't his friend... It was that weirdo with the god-complex. As fun as it would be to have a big bully on his side he doubted someone with an ego as large as the caves themselves would allow themselves to be controlled. So, he would let that notion o and hope that he never crossed paths with the four-eyed friend... or if he did he wanted other gems at his back to properly put him in his place but until that time he had obligations to Septiezal. He was cultivating something here and he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't lose what he was growing. What was he growing exactly? Pharoah didn't completely know... He just knew that he wanted his friend to like him, to love him even, and in return he wanted that loyalty that the snake would give. Right now Septiezal wasn't huge but it was obvious that he would be a great ally. Yes... A very good one.

After the match he'd tried to go up to see the snake but the serpent had slithered off somewhere, nowhere to be seen. Phar had looked all over the arena and searched among the crowd but he'd effectively disappeared and with all the scents mingling together it was almost impossible to find Septiezal's. With an annoyed "tsk" he padded away from the other crowd of gems, irritated that he couldn't work on the "garden" he'd created with Septiezal.

Until...

It hit him. That distinctly snakey-scent that he'd grown to know. He put his nose to the earth and began to search until his nose led him to a crevice near the spire that he could just make out the glint of coils in. "Sept? Sept are you there?" He called out quietly at first before adding in a slightly teasing voice, trying to lighten the no-doubt dreary mood of the lizard. "I know you are. You can't hide your scent from me after hide-and-seek!" He wondered if the lizard would come on out or if he'd be told to go away.... or maybe even both.

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tagged| @Septiezal
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muse| 6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

with a thousand lies

and a good disguise

hit 'em right between the eyes

The crestfallen python did not stir when Pharoah called out to him. For a moment, it seemed like there was no life left in him, but eventually his coils tightened ever so slightly. Septiezal was not in the mood for games and mirth like his friend's tone suggested. He would have found Pharoah's upbeat voice infuriating if it wasn't for his wilting spirit. He did not have the energy conjure up any unfriendly spells or even give a simple hiss to show Pharoah that he wanted to be left alone. Septiezal not even care if his friend saw him like this. He had lost so pathetically, everyone must have thought he was weak and incomplete, why would this Gembound be no different. He had let him down after all.

While his presence was a brief distraction from Mosi, after a while, the hound's eyes were beginning to pry into his scales, like biting ants. Septiezal forced himself to kindle what dying flames he had left to summon his voice.

"Go away, Pharoah." The serpent said listlessly. He did not turn to meet Pharoah, actually, he did not move at all the whole time. "I'm not in the mood to play."

"Speech."
Thoughts...

@Pharoah

He snuffled about his friend's hidey-hole become more and more aware that the python was probably hiding himself away for good. Oh no, that match had really gotten to him hadn't it? This was no good at all. He had to pull Septiezal out of this funk. He had to be in a better mood than this. How else would they play and have fun if he was upset? No, he needed his "friends" to be happy.

"Hey, don't let that match get to you. It was just a silly old competition, it doesn't mean anything." He sat down beside the snake, head lowered as he tried to push his nose against his friend's scales in a comforting gesture. "I think you were great! So what if that stupid, four-eyed wolf-thing won? He's still a jerk with no friends but you, you're a nice guy and I bet you'll be able to challenge him again and beat him one day." Yes yes, build him up. Perhaps he'd train and get stronger and really bea ble to take on that thing. Ah, how wonderful it would be to have a strong snake on his side.

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words| 194
tagged| @Septiezal
ooc| ---
muse| 6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

with a thousand lies

and a good disguise

hit 'em right between the eyes