Main Vault- The Treasure Horde...

"Just a little nudge right kitten?"

Her sweet words echoed off the hollow halls of the Haven of the Serpentis treasure vault or as she fondly called it the hallway to her private bath.  Of all the places within her domain, the one area off limits o all her guest, was her private bath.  Not because it was filled with treasures or spoils of war, or anything so mundane, but because it was her private bath with a view of her ancient love, the now crippled moon hanging forlornly in the skies above.  A true Primordial Goddess, where as the Lady of place was what few knew as one the Old God's the first children of Krad forgotten by time and even their younger Wargod siblings alike.  

Kavaira the Budding Stone waltzed down her hallway drawn by the optimistic hope of one of her precious statues.  Thinking of freedom, thinking and hoping for a chance to be free to live and breathe again.  She was in a good mood, and this was the path to her private bath after all.  Sliding her hand across the golden figure she stopped her hand just beneath the statues chin.

"Now, now kitten don't be so glum, if you ask nicely I might let you go.  But only if you promise to behave yourself as long as you are within the confines of my domain.  Or maybe I will move you to the manor's garden above for the birds to roost upon.  We have some very well feed birds in these parts."

Draping across the back and shoulders of the statue she pressed her lips to it's solid gold cheek, kissing it gently.

"What say you little kitten, are you going to be my sweet little play thing for a while longer?  Or does you r punishment need to be extended for a few more centuries?"

Dominique didn't respond, as always. She was but a golden statue and was theoretically lifeless, the spirit trapped within hadn't panicked in a long time now, and was not really taunted nor riled up by the creature who ruled this treasury surrounded with gold coins, pearls, jewels and the like...

"Such a disappointment little kitten.  And here I was thinking you might like to go for a walk and stretch your legs for a change."  





Kavaira the Budding Stone was not without mercy of forgiveness, but at the same time she was a god old primordial and birthed by the forgotten father of Gods Krad.  Having roamed the world when mortal kind had yet to emerge to populate the world at large.  Her pet kitten was a prime example of mercy, of the kind of mercy she chose to show mortal kind.  Where many of her siblings would have devoured the poor creature body and soul, she only punished it for its trespasses.

Stroking the golden hair of the statue it slowly begins to thread between Kavaira's fingers thinning, becoming less solid more natural, only still made of gold, as the Goddess gently strokes the no flowing golden strands of her captives hair.

"Perhaps you may leave, I think you have been adequately punished. no?"