Bast's Throne, Throne Room and Pools

The Alabaster walls and floors sparkled with supernatural light, light which reflected off the pools and baths that dotted the room and entrance way.

Towards the centre of the room stood a small throne made of white marble that was heated for the current owner of this palace. Upon this throne sat a tall and beautiful woman wearing attire appropriate for a Goddess, one sexy leg poised high into the air that she looks at to admire the jewels that hugged her shins. Gold, silk and jewelry clung to her frame; her feline ears twitched, the left ear's golden hoop earrings clanged and rattled against one another:



She brought her arms behind her head, closing her large garnet coloured eyes, yawning her mouth and exposing her sharp feline fangs before expelling air from her mouth, a slow yawning noise before she let her arms lower back down to the arm rests, and reopened her reddish gaze seductively.

"Wow... it really does get boring around here. Nyahhhh...." she yawns again, covering her mouth with her right hand before returning it to the rest. She scratched behind her left ear, causing it to also twitch before she looked up to the ceiling. "What I would do just to be able to experience the world again...It's been nearly 500 years in isolation, a War Goddess like myself needs to spread her legs a little and get out in the world more often-Nyah." she yawns again, almost purring as she reclines in the chair that was her throne. "Ooo yes, just to be allowed the warmth of another, a voice which is not my own, and some wine that is actually drinkable than this rotting filk." she says lifting her goblet with distaste before throwing it into a wall, shattering it. "And the food... oh the smell and taste of real food! Oh it would be all amazing to experience once again... but no." she says, her sneer and smile replaced with a deepening frown. Her eyelids dipped, masquerading some of her rage for seduction again. "But then 'Frosty' had a problem with me. Had me demoted to this damned level once again, all to protect this rock." she says looking at the rock which was upon a pedestal. It looked pretty normal, with the exception of a couple rubies and emeralds poking out from it's surface. She closed her eyes and made a 'tssh' sound with her clasped fangs.

"Absolutely ridiculous..." she then stands up, eyes open and fists clenched as she begins to walk to her bedroom; where she would retire for the evening once again like she had for the past 500 years: lonely, tired and unamused.

Wargod Stratus wrote:As the goddess was complaining about her life and the struggles that entail a relationship with Stratus the sound a cold breeze cold be heard echoing through the halls of the Alabaster Palace. The cold chill slammed against the warmth of the palace that the goddess may have been enjoying. A moment a later a small frost sprite took form in front of the goddess. The frost sprite bowed humbly to the goddess before saying in a very small squeaky voice, "Sir Frosty also known as Wargod Stratus hereby withdraws any claim to having put you as guardian of this palace. -cough as frost sprite clears throat and then speaks freely- You know...i think this means he is renigging the fact that he put you here. Just saying."

The frost sprite bowed humbly once again and then disappeared through a cold wind exiting the palace.

Bastet blinked. "Wait... what's that supposed to mean!?" she called out after the Sprite. She looked around and could feel the walls shaking and a noise in the distance rattled as if large gates had been drawn back. Not wasting any time, Bastet advanced towards the entrance of the palace.