Being a demon is hard. No, really, it is. But it's even harder when your the smallest demon in existance, have overly large wings that make you look like you would fall over if the wind blew, and just happened to be named Mime.
For if her size and wing problems weren't enough, she looked, acted and talked like a male. This would bother her more, except she is a lesbian, so being male-ish suited her just fine. Besides, it made things fun.
Even more so then when a flammer male who was about 8 feet tall on all fours with a set of GIANT horns and a love of drinking blood fell in love with her (stupid beast).
Mime groaned as the voice of her pesky slave invaded her mind. She opened her crimson and white eyes. First thing she saw was Technicao's horns right in front her her and she snarled.
What the HELL am I doing up here?!
She felt the giant beneath her cringe and his heart beat sped up.
"Well, Master, you slept in and I figured you would get more angry if I let you sleep in, so I put you on my back and starting walking in the direction you instructed me last night and..........." Tech yelped loudly as Mime's large red wings slammed into his sides, effectively bringing him to the ground.
He looked up into the unforgiving eyes of his Master and whimpered for mercy. He gulped loudly as a wicked grin spread across her masculine face and she jumped from his back and flew into the sky. She was gone in a matter of minutes. Tech (as one would expect) freaked out and began to run in circles. "MASTER?! MASTER! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Mime almost wanted to laugh, her pet was pathetic. Couldn't survive without her. She smirked and flapped her wings, launching from the tree she had landed in. She was about 40 feet above him, when she spotted something. A small gathering not too far, and one looked extremely familiar. Hmmmmmmmmmm...............? She mused to herself.
She shrugged and decided to let Tech know she still loved him before visiting the familiar one. She dived straight down in a perfect 180 degree angle that would make a peregrine falcon green with jelousy. She mused to herself, maybe she should get a falcon. It would certainly be more useful then her 8 foot, fluffy green tailed, waste of brain matter and physical space slave.
She slammed head on into his shoulders, feeling one of them crack and the blood from where she hit flood her mouth. She exicuted a perfect flip and laded on her paws about two feet away, watching in fascination as Tech forced himself to stand again.
"G-g-good one, Master...that was......dead center. You c-clearly have the best aim e-e-ever." Tech gasped as he felt pain shoot up and down his back and legs. He watched as she made a stage bow before trotted off in the other direction. His ears lowered, as he limped after her, gasping in pain with every step. She watched as she entered an area with three females. One wolf who looked like a husky...a winged........ummmm...... pitbull dog?........and..............GULP...........
There, with a pup by her side (and a male he failed to notice before) was Lady Unoma, his Masters..........well.........commander of sorts......
Mime fixed her demon eyes on Charcoal, Popcorn and Ubel before they rested on Pijin and Unoma. She smirked as she answered Charcoal's previous question using Tech. She watched, happily, as his face seemed to get more and more horrified as he spoke the words his Master forced him to say.
"My Master says 'isn't charcoal that black, tasteless stuff that is made after you burn a forest to the ground? It get's everywhere you know, and all it's good for is making the underside of a paw dirty. Besides, such a useless material is washed away in water. Furthermore, Popcorn was devored by the humans. So technically speaking, both of you're names are stupid, pointless objects that really had no purpose to either humans or animals.'" Tech cringed, waiting to get hit, or take a hit for Mime before she had him speak again.
"He also says 'But don't worry, my name is Mime. Yes, I do realise that I'm named after those stupid *ss silent actors that humans used for amusement, so to be perfectly honest, we all have stupid names, so I guess no one can say much of anything else.' My, Master.........you're more talkative then I expected.........OW!" Tech yelled as Mime's wing found his broken shoulder, the sound of another of his bones craking was clear. "One more thing..................he wishes to say 'Hey, Unoma, sorry I'm late. The green fuzz-butt over here fell down and got himself injured.'"
He sighed and layed down, ready for what ever happened.
((OMA! LONG! And just to remind everyone, *waves hand like Jedi* you all think Mime is a male................))