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Summer, Twentieth Year of the Xin Zhuo Emperor
The Deer Pavilion Garden remained active, with revelers engaging in debauched hedonism within the sanctuary of the Meat Forest and Wine Pool even as the world outside burned. Courtiers drank, feasted and engaged in obscene behaviors while musicians played and perfumes and flowers were carelessly thrown about. If anything, the depravity was further heightened by the defeats and horrors outside, as if deep in the back of everyone’s mind they knew that things were doomed and the partying would soon end.
Into this otherworldly paradise was dragged the two new prisoners. Their blindfolds removed, the pair stared in shock at the sights before them.
A large tower the size of many mansions with five expansive terraces and ornate gates in every cardinal direction loomed over the entire square. In front of the pavilion a large lake dominated the center of the garden, deep burgundy in hue, smelling of alcohol. Naked humans were rowing boats upon the pool, swimming in it, and lying beside it, all while drinking from it. Surrounding the lake was a surprisingly large forest. Rich hunks of roasted red meats dangled enticingly from large oaks, with savory and mouth watering aromas wafting through the air.
On other trees though, there were other hunks of meat. Here the smell was rancid and sickening from raw, red pieces of flesh, dripping red with blood. Dozens of prisoners, mostly mao gui, hung in the tree branches, battered and cut red and purple. Some were badly mutilated. Some were clearly dead. Some looked like they had provided some of those pieces of raw meat nearby.
Naked people were running around chasing each other through the forest, climbing them for the flesh, both cooked and raw, or just picking at the delicacies directly from underneath. Most looked like the humans that they were, but some looked different, alien, ghoulish, even demonic, covered in blood and consuming raw flesh like an undead creature.
After only a brief pause, Vrana and Frahat were dragged and prodded over to one of the oaks. Ignored by those partaking in the garden's delights, the dozen guards worked at restraining the two mao gui further from behind.
“So how does this work?” One of the younger guards asked.
An older companion laughed. “You tie them up, you see? Then lift them up into the branches.”
The guards threw a pair of long load-bearing ropes, each tied behind Vrana and Frahat, over a branch and pulled, gradually lifting the prisoners into the air until they freely swung above the pools.
“Here comes the fun part.” The elder guard continued. “The prisoners are entirely at your mercy, and the higher ranking commanders are distracted. The Emperor just wants them processed and the choicest bits. So take your pick. Some guards just strangle them with their bindings. Some slowly cut them into little pieces to eat. Some disembowel them from end to end. I once saw a tigbalang slathered in wine sauce and then roasted right there, alive.” The guard smiled. “Some of us also have their way with them first.”
“So we can do things to them?”
“Go ahead. There's no one here to stop you.”
The young guard slapped Vrana's buttocks.
“I want to see how this one feels.”
“You got it, adjust it down a bit.”
“I want to try the fat Berang next.” Another guard chimed in, causing Frahat to blanche.
The guards all repositioned themselves, and the younger one turned the cynocephali around, readying himself.
And then all hell broke loose.
In a flash, Vrana was half free, teeth glinting, claws slashing and holding a shiv in one paw, cutting down the stunned humans, all while still dangling from the tree. A guard attempted to slash the cyno from behind with his saber, only for a still completely restrained Frahat to violently swing his body and slam the guard like a sack of grain, throwing the human off balance. In a moment the opponent fell with his throat torn out by the angry cyno. Soon eight Imperials were dead, the remainder fleeing, as did all of the dozens of screaming revelers, suddenly panicking over the danger to themselves. Soon enough, the Deer Terrace Pavilion was cleared of all Imperial loyalists.
Grinning, Vrana finished freeing herself, then went over to cut Frahat's bindings.
“Well, now that that’s over with!” She gleefully exclaimed, her first statement since entering the Imperial Palace.
“Wait, how did you free yourself?” Frahat asked as the cyno pirate brought him down. “How did you cut your ropes?”
Vrana stopped and looked at the Berang. “Do you really want to know?”
Frahat paused. “No.”
The cyno quickly cleaned herself a bit before grabbing a combat knife.
“Then let's find your sister in law.”
Tan Dun, Yo Yo Ma - In The Old Temple (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon OST)
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Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62278961/
NSFW Version: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62566056/
The Deer Pavilion Garden remained active, with revelers engaging in debauched hedonism within the sanctuary of the Meat Forest and Wine Pool even as the world outside burned. Courtiers drank, feasted and engaged in obscene behaviors while musicians played and perfumes and flowers were carelessly thrown about. If anything, the depravity was further heightened by the defeats and horrors outside, as if deep in the back of everyone’s mind they knew that things were doomed and the partying would soon end.
Into this otherworldly paradise was dragged the two new prisoners. Their blindfolds removed, the pair stared in shock at the sights before them.
A large tower the size of many mansions with five expansive terraces and ornate gates in every cardinal direction loomed over the entire square. In front of the pavilion a large lake dominated the center of the garden, deep burgundy in hue, smelling of alcohol. Naked humans were rowing boats upon the pool, swimming in it, and lying beside it, all while drinking from it. Surrounding the lake was a surprisingly large forest. Rich hunks of roasted red meats dangled enticingly from large oaks, with savory and mouth watering aromas wafting through the air.
On other trees though, there were other hunks of meat. Here the smell was rancid and sickening from raw, red pieces of flesh, dripping red with blood. Dozens of prisoners, mostly mao gui, hung in the tree branches, battered and cut red and purple. Some were badly mutilated. Some were clearly dead. Some looked like they had provided some of those pieces of raw meat nearby.
Naked people were running around chasing each other through the forest, climbing them for the flesh, both cooked and raw, or just picking at the delicacies directly from underneath. Most looked like the humans that they were, but some looked different, alien, ghoulish, even demonic, covered in blood and consuming raw flesh like an undead creature.
After only a brief pause, Vrana and Frahat were dragged and prodded over to one of the oaks. Ignored by those partaking in the garden's delights, the dozen guards worked at restraining the two mao gui further from behind.
“So how does this work?” One of the younger guards asked.
An older companion laughed. “You tie them up, you see? Then lift them up into the branches.”
The guards threw a pair of long load-bearing ropes, each tied behind Vrana and Frahat, over a branch and pulled, gradually lifting the prisoners into the air until they freely swung above the pools.
“Here comes the fun part.” The elder guard continued. “The prisoners are entirely at your mercy, and the higher ranking commanders are distracted. The Emperor just wants them processed and the choicest bits. So take your pick. Some guards just strangle them with their bindings. Some slowly cut them into little pieces to eat. Some disembowel them from end to end. I once saw a tigbalang slathered in wine sauce and then roasted right there, alive.” The guard smiled. “Some of us also have their way with them first.”
“So we can do things to them?”
“Go ahead. There's no one here to stop you.”
The young guard slapped Vrana's buttocks.
“I want to see how this one feels.”
“You got it, adjust it down a bit.”
“I want to try the fat Berang next.” Another guard chimed in, causing Frahat to blanche.
The guards all repositioned themselves, and the younger one turned the cynocephali around, readying himself.
And then all hell broke loose.
In a flash, Vrana was half free, teeth glinting, claws slashing and holding a shiv in one paw, cutting down the stunned humans, all while still dangling from the tree. A guard attempted to slash the cyno from behind with his saber, only for a still completely restrained Frahat to violently swing his body and slam the guard like a sack of grain, throwing the human off balance. In a moment the opponent fell with his throat torn out by the angry cyno. Soon eight Imperials were dead, the remainder fleeing, as did all of the dozens of screaming revelers, suddenly panicking over the danger to themselves. Soon enough, the Deer Terrace Pavilion was cleared of all Imperial loyalists.
Grinning, Vrana finished freeing herself, then went over to cut Frahat's bindings.
“Well, now that that’s over with!” She gleefully exclaimed, her first statement since entering the Imperial Palace.
“Wait, how did you free yourself?” Frahat asked as the cyno pirate brought him down. “How did you cut your ropes?”
Vrana stopped and looked at the Berang. “Do you really want to know?”
Frahat paused. “No.”
The cyno quickly cleaned herself a bit before grabbing a combat knife.
“Then let's find your sister in law.”
Tan Dun, Yo Yo Ma - In The Old Temple (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon OST)
From
solokhoniir! Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62278961/
NSFW Version: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62566056/
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Dog (Other)
Size 900 x 1200px
File Size 151.9 kB
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