CMSN:Felicia Cow
Added 2017-05-25 16:46:44 +0000 UTCThe clumsy Nohrian maid, Felicia, quickly realized that when the King demanded milk, it wasn't a question of 'When' or 'If' he would receive, but 'How'. After she entered his throne room with her Master's odd request, she stumbled (as she was oft to do) and fell to the ground. The milk splashed upon the floor and slipped into the grout of the stone floor. She let out a soft "Eep" as she quickly got to her feet and attempted to quickly retrieve another glass, only for the King's voice to rasp and growl out,
"STOP!"
She froze, her body wouldn't respond to her commands, was it fear or... "I will have my milk now, Servant Girl," she shivered
"Y-Yes, M'lord," She stammered nervously as a prickling feeling slipped up and down her back, "I'll go get it right away!'
"No," the growl turned to a snarl, "I said NOW," he slammed his armored fist upon the throne's arm and Felicia yelped. Her body felt heavy... it felt as though a weight was slowly being poured onto her body as her feet remained planted to the ground.
"You have always been such a disappointment as a maid," the King spoke, sending a pang of hurt through Felicia's heart, "Perhaps there is a position that you can serve better as," she could hear the smile in his voice and the glare burning into her back... Then she felt a tugging, a pulling at her various parts as if some school yard bully was pulling on her ears and arms.
She felt something was wrong, something was changing.... she was scared, she wanted to run, to hide from the King's wrath... but, more than that... She wanted some hay to eat...
