Alright, Anoncestor green time.
I'm thinking of returning to that polygamy green from yesterday, still got a bitter taste on my mouth, any ideas?
Anyhow, here's the green.
>Volcadera High, a unremarkable place of study, meant to imprison me by the decree of my progenitors.
>Cold stone steps with a multitude of reptilian facsimiles on display, crude replicas of saurians from the forbidden texts.
>Their befuddled stares do little to bedevil me, my attention is better spent on formulating alchemical processes for tonight.
>Yet, one of them grabs my attention.
>A offspring of the babylonian harpy, dark mascara around her bulbous tangerine eyes.
>Her gaze inspects me, perhaps judging my pompous solitude, or simply staring at my unique attire.
>No matter, she is but a fool, like all of the others.
>We interlock bodies as I move past, my unnatural strength pushing her to the side.
>My hand's reflectively reach for the concoction kept close to my chest, a emergency distraction, or a violent display of self defense.
>Yet, the attack never arrives, she simply stares, scowling, teeth gnawing, grinding her molars to dust.
>Rage, anger, bubbling hatred, all for a stranger.
>That fire will consume her, in time.
Cont, give me a scene from Snoot and I'll write it with Anoncestor.