”Excellent….” He smiles, “Now, I have a little something for you to do as payment” He picks up the papers on his desk and moves them to the side, watching her across from him.
Her eyes follow his movements hungrily, wanting a frame of reference for her own blankness. She kneads her bottom lip between her teeth as a rolling strip of heat rolled up her back and down her arms. “What is the payment?”
”Go say hello to my dear friend, Dr Wilson, tell him just how I have helped you when he said that I was wrong in all my treatments” He sits back into the chair and smiles, “He will have fun trying to understand what I have done but he will be unable to do a thing”
“Dr Wilson, got it.” She nods and smiles at him. “Is there anything else? That feels like too small of a payment for what you’ve done for me.”
”Trust me my dear, when you return we will have more than enough fun” He smiles and returns to his papers.
“Thank you again, Doctor. You have no idea just how much this means to me. Whatever you need, I will do it, whether it be delivering messages to Dr Wilson or perhaps going into battle for you. A Beliin’s loyalty is made of strong stuff.”
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lydiathehornedone posted this
My name is Lydia. I'd tell you all about me here, but it's a long, sad story. I will tell you that I'm a Beliin--a race of ram-horned warriors dedicated to fighting so others may not have to--and disabled. My horns do not function properly and that would make me a liability on the battle field, because I wouldn't hear any communications passed to me from others. I am not happy about it. I prefer the affections of women. Last but not least, I am dead in my home-world and now locked here for some unknown purpose. Perhaps a second chance?