"Not so fast, dear Naryanne..."
Naryanne glared at the speaker that had appeared at her side. The massive frame stood taller than her, more than half her height again. Its heavy muscles bulged through the olive skin that covered them and quivered as it spoke, unclothed from the waist up. He, for one need only to look at his large and tightly-clothed groin to know for sure, wore long white hair that entirely concealed the sides of his horse-like head. A single jade horn protuded through his misty scalp, twisted into a spiral yet completely straight. What clothes he wore were comparable in fashion to Naryanne's own skimpy outfit. She recognised him immediately.
"Fenyeare, my dear," she snarled the words, rolling their distated around her mouth. "What brings you to my presence?"
"Is this the world you plan to torment," Fenyeare asked, before smugly finishing his question with the word, "wife?"
Naryanne seathed, for this much was true. She was married to this being, much to her dislike. "What of it?"
"I wonder if you'd be interested in a game over this planet, wife?" Fenyeare turned his head and stared directly at her. Though his head bore no eyes, Naryanne knew his omniescence matched her own, and she could feel a thousand eyes burning into her at once.
Naryane growled under her breath. How dare he! He persists in using that blasted word! "Ha! I live for games," she scorned him, " and for winning them, trickery or no. You could never defeat me, husband! You don't have the intelligence!" You enormous fool, she added, in her mind.
"Ah, but I've beaten you once before, have I not, wife? That is why I am your husband, and you are mine for eternity, my love," Fenyeare delighted in tormenting her with the facts. "In truth, I should say I'm the only one who is your equal in this whole universe," he added, with arrogant glee, "and the next one, for that matter."
"You propose a game, loving husband," Naryanne said, impatiently, "Now propose the rules."
