Chapter Six
Castle de Amour
The Castle may be a cold, lonesome territory but behold ~ love blossoms in the oddest places.
The Crocodile, a relatively longterm resident of the swamp beside the Castle, was a middle-aged and wrinkled reptile. He toiled as a procurer, soliciting blackmarket items that only the dodgiest of Placemats would buy. Loudmouthed and uncouth to boot, most Placemats shunned the sleazy Crocodile.
Now the Crocodile was an animal, of course. But deep down in his lonely heart, he yearned to be a Human. His simple brain believed that by acting Human, he would be Human. And so he mimicked the lifestyle of a typical Human - he got married and had two croclets.
His family and him lived in their murky swamp and went about their daily business in that mundane, boring attitude that Humans adopt.
But the Crocodile was after all, an animal. It was extremely difficult for him to suppress his animalistic instincts. So he started living a double life - that of a typical Human with his wife and children, and... the not-so-secret life of an animal.
His activities were after all common knowledge in the Castle.
This sordid life of the Crocodile was highlighted by bouts of cannibalism. He preyed solely on feminines, luring them into his swamp with the sweet words of his sugar-coated tongue. He coaxed and he hoaxed unsuspecting preys into his slimy grip.
And like any other of his species, the Crocodile swallowed his prey whole, leaving no corpse, no bones, no trace.
The grapevine spoke of two such known cases. Females who suddenly vanished into thin air.
Never to be seen again.
***
Not too long ago, the Standoffish Goldfish migrated to the Castle.
She was a demure little fish who spoke few words. Her large bulging eyes perpetually scanned the surroundings, in a meek fearful manner. Her quiet demeanour and clean appearance attracted good impressions from her new colleagues and friends. Other Placemats brushed off concerns about her standoffish-ness, attributing it to Marine culture or simply shyness.
And then she met the Crocodile.
The Crocodile took to the Standoffish Goldfish immediately. He showered her with his gilb words and sweet praises. He brought her gifts of marsh from his swamp and caught mudskippers to amuse her.
Little Goldfish was captivated.
She gradually learnt to be comfortable in his company and broke her initial silence. Before long, Placemats could see her prancing around infront him, tempting him with flirtatious looks.
Most Placemats looked upon this sequence of events with a soft sigh and light shake of the head. Yet another innocent had fallen prey to the vile Crocodile.
Continue reading Chapter Seven
The Castle may be a cold, lonesome territory but behold ~ love blossoms in the oddest places.
The Crocodile, a relatively longterm resident of the swamp beside the Castle, was a middle-aged and wrinkled reptile. He toiled as a procurer, soliciting blackmarket items that only the dodgiest of Placemats would buy. Loudmouthed and uncouth to boot, most Placemats shunned the sleazy Crocodile.
Now the Crocodile was an animal, of course. But deep down in his lonely heart, he yearned to be a Human. His simple brain believed that by acting Human, he would be Human. And so he mimicked the lifestyle of a typical Human - he got married and had two croclets.
His family and him lived in their murky swamp and went about their daily business in that mundane, boring attitude that Humans adopt.
But the Crocodile was after all, an animal. It was extremely difficult for him to suppress his animalistic instincts. So he started living a double life - that of a typical Human with his wife and children, and... the not-so-secret life of an animal.
His activities were after all common knowledge in the Castle.
This sordid life of the Crocodile was highlighted by bouts of cannibalism. He preyed solely on feminines, luring them into his swamp with the sweet words of his sugar-coated tongue. He coaxed and he hoaxed unsuspecting preys into his slimy grip.
And like any other of his species, the Crocodile swallowed his prey whole, leaving no corpse, no bones, no trace.
The grapevine spoke of two such known cases. Females who suddenly vanished into thin air.
Never to be seen again.
***
Not too long ago, the Standoffish Goldfish migrated to the Castle.
She was a demure little fish who spoke few words. Her large bulging eyes perpetually scanned the surroundings, in a meek fearful manner. Her quiet demeanour and clean appearance attracted good impressions from her new colleagues and friends. Other Placemats brushed off concerns about her standoffish-ness, attributing it to Marine culture or simply shyness.
And then she met the Crocodile.
The Crocodile took to the Standoffish Goldfish immediately. He showered her with his gilb words and sweet praises. He brought her gifts of marsh from his swamp and caught mudskippers to amuse her.
Little Goldfish was captivated.
She gradually learnt to be comfortable in his company and broke her initial silence. Before long, Placemats could see her prancing around infront him, tempting him with flirtatious looks.
Most Placemats looked upon this sequence of events with a soft sigh and light shake of the head. Yet another innocent had fallen prey to the vile Crocodile.
Continue reading Chapter Seven
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