Once again Basilisk is at a loss of words. This story is too elaberate to be made on the fly. To…detqiled to be madness. Realitivily speaking.
The snake snaps his tail, a feat which impresses both Inktail and Scar. "Ah! Culture! I undershtand now. He hailsh from a culture that worshipsh shnakessss!" basil grins delightfully at the thought. "Dare I say thisss addsh to my judgement...which bringsh ush back to our firsssst victim..."
The snakes tail wraps once around the vixen's hips than again around her chest pinning her arms to her body. "Between you and the otter I do believe you to be the better sssstory teller. But alash, you are fat and tasty."
Inktail lets out a high pitched yelp. "No! Not me! Please! Y-you can't eat me!" she begins to wail, "I have so much left to live for! I don't want to be eaten!"
"People rarely do." the snake admits, "If it makesss you feel better you are actually a little too plump. I don't think I could eat you whole...but thankfully itsss a civilized era. Sssso I'll roast you...or posssssibly a shtew is in order..."
Inktail begins to cry at the thought of being roasted or stewed as a pleasent alternative to being swollowed alive.
"I think you should roast her." Scar concludes, "Make her WELL DONE!" It wasn't his best war cry he admits but it would have to do. The otter reaches into the fire, ignoring the pain as he grabs a flaming peice of wood and hurls it at the snakes fore head.
Recoiling the snake lets out a painfull shout, releasing his soon to be victim. "Run! Run for the door!" Scar shouts.
#lol! Nope no Scar story for you! :3 now time for action!#