Boss Battle - Queen Queso: small one, dead one - 926 words

1. Draw or write about your character fighting the boss!

 

The Queen of Cheese slumped to the ground, her knees wailing in agony within the signals in her body as they hit the firmly packed soil. Her breathing was heavy, approaching the rim of becoming raspy.

 

Her anger was clear. It radiated from her like a boiling hot aura. Foolhardiness never stood well with Queen Queso - it made her rage fume, steam hissing out the groaning seams.

Only her exhaustion kept the nutrition-heavy monarch firmly on her knees. She lifted her fiery gaze to her opponent, a grimace carving itself across her face.

 

Back at her eyes ablaze so, stared a cup of timeless trauma. His eyes brightly lit by the adrenaline coursing through his whole being, Caspian scanned the queen before him.

 

The fact that she seemed so small prickled at his curiosity - even though there was no reason for him to be surprised, really. The smallest people always left the world under them engulfed in sharp-edged shadows.

 

The eternal tightened his grip around the weapon in his dominant hand. The sharp edges of its crystalline surface dug deeper into his palm, pulling yet another streak of deep crimson out. The fresh blood followed the polearm's shape down, and trickled to the ground under it. An almost inaudible growl made its way out of Caspian's throat.

 

He was just as out of breath as the queen was.

 

"Curious," a sudden voice permeated itself into the scene like an uninvited guest. Its wandering path was framed by playful notes, the unnaturally sharp and dark shadows concealing its mistress. In one, snappy movement, the eternal turned towards the unfamiliar.

"Why would it use its blood if it's tired?" The voice added a question to its wondering tone. Cold claws of something unspeakable ran up and down Caspian's blood-made weapon, scraping his curled hand as they passed it. A pair of bright yellow eyes drew themselves into the darkness, carving a treadable path for the figure they pulled behind them.

 

Taking a half a step back, an animalistic alertness around his chest pulled the muscles in Caspian's face into a soft snarl. The new face - a gray-skinned vampire - let out a giggle with a pitch-black undertone. She flashed a grin so wide, that her sharp fangs nigh screamed to be seen.

"Perhaps it would require some help?" The offered aid was enriched with the bitter taste of malevolence. Celeste whisked her hand in a short, airy arc - to demonstrate. There was no need for harm just yet.

 

The inefficiency of her actions made her eyes widen in morbid curiosity. All she could muster was a twitch here, and another one there, underneath the tall creature's dark skin. Caspian hastily glanced at his affected arm, and turned his narrowed gaze quickly back to the vampire.

Such freak of nature piqued Celeste's interest, spiking like a sugar high. Blood was rarely so corrupted that it was beyond salvation - or, well, beyond her. This one still had hope, but not much.

 

Only a sliver, at best.

 

A smile so twisted in nature framed the pale face of the vampire. The smallest traces of disappointment seeped through her forced mask. All bright things had their dark flip sides, this one included. For a moment Celeste closed her eyes, a certain type of serenity and calmness pushing outwards from her demeanor. Starting to hum an eerie tone, she slowly walked to the eternal's side.

 

"Go, tell aunt Rhody..."

Her voice began its existence as a song of notes, so soft and low. The more steps Celeste took, the more it grew in intensity.

 

"Go, tell aunt Rho-o-dy..."

She stayed flawlessly in tune. She always did - yet, the notes she spit bent and twisted, groaning under the pressure she pushed onto them. They grew crooked like a rotten scarecrow.

 

"Go, tell aunt Rhody - that this..."

The vampire circled Caspian, walking behind his back. The Athos was seemingly petrified in place, but no aspect of his frigid state was the result of Celeste's doing. He followed her path with his hearing alone, turning his head as she moved.

 

"...small one is..."

The vampire moved to the opposite side of the eternal. It completed the half of a ring she treaded.

 

"Dead."

 

Celeste struck her partially outed claws relentlessly at Caspian's upper arm, her face twisted into an inhuman, Cheshire grin. The Athos pulled away in an instant, and for a split second, the vampire could see something that only few had the displeasure of witnessing.

 

On the surface of the eternal's sharp eyes, danced a glint of crimson and blood-stained rose. It flashed across his gaze like a thief in the night, disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared.

 

How curious.

 

A sudden, hilariously overexaggerated battle cry split the commotion in half like a rusty axe. It drew the attention of both the Athos and the vampire, revealing the carefully crafted, elaborate plan of the queen:

 

Running straight at the enemy and hoping for the best.

 

Celeste pushed Caspian away, clearing a path between them. As she leapt backwards effortlessly to dodge, the eternal stumbled from the forced shove. The royal ruler of aged dairy tumbled past the two, and after a few failed attempts of not falling over, she flopped to the ground face first.

Caspian regained his balance, and lifted his eyes back to Celeste. The mischievous gleam in her striking eyes - and the dark fog that circled it like a hunter its prey - made the hairs on his neck stand up.

 

The one she's been saving - the one she's been sa-a-ving...