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Dr. Sssnow: Sond. Ames Sond. - art by KarolyneRocha
This wonderful piece is by 
KarolyneRocha, and she did a fantastic job! Her post is here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27538064/
~
If you don't know about Ames Sond yet, or want to know more, visit this primer page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28161443/
~
This image is based on this screenshot: https://www.dropbox.com/s/7f4739opt.....tShot.png?dl=0
~
The film buffs or Sond fans among you might recognize this as being a re-creation of a moment in 1962's 'Dr. Sssnow' when the audience first gets to properly see Sean Coillery (who had changed his name to the stage name 'Amethystine python', as explained in the primer) in the role of Ames Sond 00S, gentleman serpentine spy.
Below is that scene, transcribed for your reading pleasure!
~~~
Introductions ~ A trio of scenes from 'Dr Sssnow' - by Amethystine
~
Descending into the smoky, members-only depths of Le Cercle gaming club at Les Ambassadeurs of London, one had equal chance to spy any number of the aristocracy, chiefs of commerce, or celebrities. It was filled, even at this moment, which lingered somewhere past two in the morning. The upper crust had flocked to the innovative new venture produced by the larger establishment that encompassed it, Les Ambassadeurs. Le Cercle had only opened one year prior, in 1961, with French croupiers, Paris-made gaming chips and tables that had the proper shape, that of kidneys.
Black tie formal wear was the rule of the day, as was befitting the palatial gilded decor that rivalled Versailles. Upon a vast, plush, gold carpet, uneven inky rings made up of dinner jackets, bespoke suits and tuxedos encircled the elevated, dark green ponds that were the fine felt-coated card tables. No matter the species, the dress code was absolute.
Within those men-formed rings there was the occasional pattern-breaking evening-gown, and none stood out more than the vibrant crimson of one dress in particular. It belonged to an unaccompanied woman, and although a good portion of the men who glanced in her direction would have liked to have been the one who allowed her to access the club, it seemed she had a membership all her own. Still more would have liked to have been _her_ guest, such was her allure, to cause one to wish to reverse the expected social arrangements. It should be noted that a decent percentage of her admirers were not without guests of their own that they should have been attending to, rather than stealing erstwhile glances toward her table.
But who could blame them? The mystery woman's dress was the most provocative one present; aside from the eye-drawing brightness of its crimson colour, it had but one thick toga-style shoulder strap, leaving the other side of her frame entirely bared. The sleevelessness of her garment might have been purely fashionable if one hadn't easily noticed the tufts of silky fur that adorned the outside of her elbows, which spoke of a practicality to the outfit, and a more-than-human state of being. Moreover, her head was crowned with a proud pair of four-tined antlers and framed by the ears of a deer.
She was a cervine faun, which was a rarity within an already seldom seen species of demi-human, increasing the mystique and magnetism of her presence. The only other sign of her half-animalistic nature could only be seen from directly behind her place at the table. Stemming smoothly from a subtle slit in her red dress was a long, brown-furred tail with a tufted tip of darker strands, matching that which graced her arms and the top of her head.
Both between and behind her antlers, a bun bordered by a braid could barely contain her wild mane. Similarly, her smoky eyeshadow could not dim the sharp gleam in her eyes that spoke of keen intelligence.
She played chemin de fer, and quickly.
Perhaps she was accustomed to winning, but currently, she lost twice in a row to the current banker, who held the card-dispensing 'shoe.' All players at the table watched the hands belonging to those two, for their bets were inexorably tied to her performance, if they had wagered at all.
"I need another thousand," the faun said to the money-exchanging 'changeur' standing behind her, beginning to write out a cheque, keen to stay in the game just a bit longer, just until her luck changed.
Taking the break in the action as an opportunity to open his silver cigarette case with a deft motion of one large, clawed hand, the player on the opposite side of the table complimented his opponent. "I admire your courage, Miss..?"
"Treech," she began by completing his sentence, leaping into his question gracefully while looking up to lock eyes with him. "Nynia Treech," she elaborated, holding his gaze, still in the midst of signing that same name to the thousand-pound cheque. Apparently, she had little regard for the amount of money she could soon be made to part with. Looking down once more to finish filling out the details on the small rectangular stack of paper, she replied in kind, although in a slightly less complimentary fashion. "I admire your _luck_, Mr..?"
At the end of her questioning last word, her gaze sailed up once more to look across the table at the large serpent, an eyebrow arched alongside the implied query.
He met and held her gaze as he finished lighting the cigarette clasped carefully 'twixt scale-lined lips. "Sond." He clicked his lighter shut and calmly lowered it while inhaling, then gave his complete name, just as she had. "Ames Sond," he said, smoke slinking out through his nostrils and the slot in his snout that was normally meant for his forked tongue. With the wisps leaving his scaled visage, there was an aura of the draconic around him for a brief moment, which was only aided by the fact that he did not hiss either of the sibilant sounds in his name, demonstrating more control over his speech than most serpents tended to possess.
The lower reaches of his tuxedo-clad torso shifted slightly, and one could only imagine the vast, powerful pythonic coils writhing and twisting below the surface of the table while the large male adjusted his self-made seating solution.
"Mr. Sond, I suppose you wouldn't care to, hmm, raise the limit?" pondered Miss Treech, as she received her fresh influx of chips.
"I have no objections," Sond said, with a casual, dismissive wave of his hand. He spoke out of one side of his mouth while the other held onto his cigarette.
After conferring with the table's seated croupier, the faun fixed her eyes upon the naga once more, mustering a surprisingly predatory glare for a semi-cervine. "Now..!" she intoned, interlacing her fingers on the lip of the table in front of her.
Refusing to shy away from the seeming huntress and her unflinching stare as he dealt out the next hand without looking, the python's mouth curled up at the edges. Her painted lips did much the same as he leaned forward to remark, "Looks like you're out to get me," while sliding her cards across the table to her waiting hand.
"I've ensnared bigger snakes in the past," Nynia muttered, her mouth twisting into a wicked smile, her eyes flashing and tail lashing. They shone with a gleam to rival the gem-encrusted brooch on her gown's thick, single shoulder. It was the image of a tree made from silver, and was dotted with emeralds, which were representative of the leaves. The theme was continued around her left wrist, a silver-&-emerald bracelet emulated a vine wound around her limb. Her earrings appeared to each be an emerald leaf, the botanical veins and outline of which were created in finely crafted silver. Even her antlers were adorned in what would have appeared to be ivy that had crept up their structure, if not for being made out of the same two decadent, expensive components. Lastly, clusters of berries sat on either side of her bun, pinned into place: the tiny morsels were of course the same green gemstones with the matching mirror-like metal backing them, giving form to the crowning accessories.
The faun inspected her cards and suppressed a smile as she announced her hand: "Eight." Her tone was almost triumphant, she finally had a good hand. The kind that was so good, the rules stated that you had to lay it out and declare it, for only a nine was better. Finally, she would topple the constrictor from the banker position, she was sure.
Ames lifted his cards without looking, his unblinking eyes still upon Miss Treech, fascinated with her. The imposing reptile hardly seemed interested in the game any longer. His eyes fell away from Nynia's face to inspect his hand. Looking back at the beautiful semi-cervine, he tossed his cards onto the table.
For a split-second, Nynia thought he was throwing in the towel, defeated. But in the infinitesimal time where their sight-lines locked together once more, she began to realize, his expression was almost apologetic..?
Then suddenly, the croupier was announcing "Neuf! A la banque," which meant 'Nine! To the bank.' Sond had won again, unbelievably. The rest of table's occupants and onlookers, as a whole, murmured bemusedly.
At Sond's side, there came a tap, the club's regal-looking but obsequious eastern dragon maître D' was there. He was dressed in a uniform of black jacket and gold vest atop his blue form. The majority of him was scaled, but he had an impressive tuft of fur obscuring the top of his tie. The unruly fluff was in direct contrast to his crisply trimmed beard. The gold garment he wore signified his station above the other attendants in black vests. He was passing the python a note with a quick, "Excuse me, sir."
As he took the small card, the serpent came to realize that he had sensed the casino employee's presence on the perimeter of his piled coils, as well as tasting his distinct scent on the air for at least the last minute. The maître D' had been waiting since before Miss Treech had needed to restock her supply of chips. And so, when Ames said, "Thank you," it was not only for the conveyance of the message that Sond saw to be from his place of business, it was also for the worker's patience.
"André, I must pass the shoe," said the snake, passing the multi-deck holder aside, then called for the changeur.
He was cashing out.
To Miss Treech, he apologized, "I hope you'll forgive me, but it's most important." His chips were slid over to him by way of the croupier's deft wooden pallet. He took them - but not without sliding one back to tip the croupier - and rose up on his legless form, twisting around to give the large stack of proxy-money to the changeur, a fox in his mid-20s.
Nynia was not about to be left behind. Seeing that the serpent's form was unfurling and making ready to move, she was up and onto her fleet cloven hooves and unguligrade legs in an instant, her chips and purse in one hand and her coat in the other. Swiftly, she expertly slalomed through the casino clientele that surrounded the baccarat table at which she and Sond had just been seated, catching up to him before he had even truly begun to leave.
Draping her outerwear over the arm that held her sleek golden clutch purse, the faun sauntered up alongside Ames as he began to slither away from the table, through the midst of the gaming floor. "I'm not going to have use you in a regrettable 'one that got away' story now, am I, Mr. Sond?" she asked, keeping pace beside the thick, scaly river of muscle that was the naga.
For his part, the python had turned to acknowledge her, and smiled down at the spirited satyr as they swept forward together. "No no, not to worry; I'm not in the habit of providing such unhappy endings to the women I meet," he said, momentarily handling his lighter before tucking it into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket.
A more genuine smile graced the freckled face as Sond went on, "Now, tell me, Miss Treech, what other things do you play with? I mean, besides cards, words, minds and hearts?" His addition kept his inquiry from straying too far into the territory of the suggestive, although he had left plenty of time for his new companion's mind to head there before being reeled back in again.
"Hmm!" Nynia murmured, pleasantly surprised to have her prey so upfront about the game they had been playing in silence, parallel to chemin de fer. The silent, subtle back-and-forth that had occurred across the table, made up of lingering looks and expectant expressions. Her eyebrow arched once more as she considered his question and her response. "I like a nice set of long, hard.. clubs. Golf clubs, that is. I also love to run, of course, but you could hardly join me for that. Golf is wonderful, though, it lets me stretch my legs, and be at least somewhat out in the glory of nature. More than one would with tennis." The faun's treatise on the benefits of her preferred sport had come to an end just as the pair had similarly reached the end of Le Cercle's floor-space.
As the sinuous form of the serpent ascended the small set of steps that lead to the coat-check, and the exit, he said, "I couldn't agree more. Tomorrow afternoon, then." He wasn't even truly asking as much as he was deciding on a course of action. It was obvious to him that his immediate future involved the alluring nymph.
"Tomorrow? Let me see.." Miss Treech pondered, while gracefully climbing, a moment behind Ames, thanks to the unpaused reptilian flow that buoyed him upwards.
"And.. we could have dinner afterwards, perhaps?" Sond surmised, slinking smoothly to the cashier cage, turning and leaning casually against it. He looked back over the few meters of his lengthy form that lay between his upper body and Nynia's position. He chose that spot to wait, for the changeur with his winnings was also there, cashing him out.
The faun had paused at his inclusion of the evening meal into the hypothetical date she hadn't even agreed to yet. She lifted her chin and gazed down her nose at the naga, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. She made sure to run her silken dress along the side of his body as she approached him. "Mr Sond, I'm beginning to suspect you have no end of tempting proposals secreted within your depths."
At that, Ames could only smile and half shrug, twisting his snout in a rakish smile that might have led to further repartee, if not for the changeur having just finished collecting his converted chips from the cashier. The snake's gesture was diverted, and he fluidly flexed to face the casino worker who handed him a considerable collection of bills. Sond nodded appreciatively to the young vulpine.
"May I.." Miss Nynia Treech began, pausing to glance between the money and the departing fox. "..let you know in the morning?" she asked, when they had a modicum of privacy once more.
"Splendid," Sond said, straightening up to his full height, peeling away from the relatively low counter. He pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to Nynia. "My number."
With that, he slithered away from her, leaving his length winding through a thick curve around her hooves as his fore-portions glided toward the door. The fox swung it open for him, and Ames had already plucked an appropriate bill from the stack to pass to the diligent young man. The currency changed hands with such a practised ease, it was easy to miss.
As the elongated creature's exit went on, the satyr stepped lightly over to where she could watch him go, peering at his back, both the upright part, and the flowing train of scales upon the floor. A mischievous glint could be seen in her eye as she glanced down at Sond's card and back to his trailing tailtip.
~~~
These movie scenes can be viewed in their entirety, here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28227522/
~
Amethystine/Ames Sond 00S © to Amethystine
Ninian/Nynia © to WhiteMantis
James Bond 007 and related IP © to Ian Fleming, Albert R Broccoli's EON Productions and MGM
.
KarolyneRocha, and she did a fantastic job! Her post is here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27538064/~
If you don't know about Ames Sond yet, or want to know more, visit this primer page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28161443/
~
This image is based on this screenshot: https://www.dropbox.com/s/7f4739opt.....tShot.png?dl=0
~
The film buffs or Sond fans among you might recognize this as being a re-creation of a moment in 1962's 'Dr. Sssnow' when the audience first gets to properly see Sean Coillery (who had changed his name to the stage name 'Amethystine python', as explained in the primer) in the role of Ames Sond 00S, gentleman serpentine spy.
Below is that scene, transcribed for your reading pleasure!
~~~
Introductions ~ A trio of scenes from 'Dr Sssnow' - by Amethystine
~
Descending into the smoky, members-only depths of Le Cercle gaming club at Les Ambassadeurs of London, one had equal chance to spy any number of the aristocracy, chiefs of commerce, or celebrities. It was filled, even at this moment, which lingered somewhere past two in the morning. The upper crust had flocked to the innovative new venture produced by the larger establishment that encompassed it, Les Ambassadeurs. Le Cercle had only opened one year prior, in 1961, with French croupiers, Paris-made gaming chips and tables that had the proper shape, that of kidneys.
Black tie formal wear was the rule of the day, as was befitting the palatial gilded decor that rivalled Versailles. Upon a vast, plush, gold carpet, uneven inky rings made up of dinner jackets, bespoke suits and tuxedos encircled the elevated, dark green ponds that were the fine felt-coated card tables. No matter the species, the dress code was absolute.
Within those men-formed rings there was the occasional pattern-breaking evening-gown, and none stood out more than the vibrant crimson of one dress in particular. It belonged to an unaccompanied woman, and although a good portion of the men who glanced in her direction would have liked to have been the one who allowed her to access the club, it seemed she had a membership all her own. Still more would have liked to have been _her_ guest, such was her allure, to cause one to wish to reverse the expected social arrangements. It should be noted that a decent percentage of her admirers were not without guests of their own that they should have been attending to, rather than stealing erstwhile glances toward her table.
But who could blame them? The mystery woman's dress was the most provocative one present; aside from the eye-drawing brightness of its crimson colour, it had but one thick toga-style shoulder strap, leaving the other side of her frame entirely bared. The sleevelessness of her garment might have been purely fashionable if one hadn't easily noticed the tufts of silky fur that adorned the outside of her elbows, which spoke of a practicality to the outfit, and a more-than-human state of being. Moreover, her head was crowned with a proud pair of four-tined antlers and framed by the ears of a deer.
She was a cervine faun, which was a rarity within an already seldom seen species of demi-human, increasing the mystique and magnetism of her presence. The only other sign of her half-animalistic nature could only be seen from directly behind her place at the table. Stemming smoothly from a subtle slit in her red dress was a long, brown-furred tail with a tufted tip of darker strands, matching that which graced her arms and the top of her head.
Both between and behind her antlers, a bun bordered by a braid could barely contain her wild mane. Similarly, her smoky eyeshadow could not dim the sharp gleam in her eyes that spoke of keen intelligence.
She played chemin de fer, and quickly.
Perhaps she was accustomed to winning, but currently, she lost twice in a row to the current banker, who held the card-dispensing 'shoe.' All players at the table watched the hands belonging to those two, for their bets were inexorably tied to her performance, if they had wagered at all.
"I need another thousand," the faun said to the money-exchanging 'changeur' standing behind her, beginning to write out a cheque, keen to stay in the game just a bit longer, just until her luck changed.
Taking the break in the action as an opportunity to open his silver cigarette case with a deft motion of one large, clawed hand, the player on the opposite side of the table complimented his opponent. "I admire your courage, Miss..?"
"Treech," she began by completing his sentence, leaping into his question gracefully while looking up to lock eyes with him. "Nynia Treech," she elaborated, holding his gaze, still in the midst of signing that same name to the thousand-pound cheque. Apparently, she had little regard for the amount of money she could soon be made to part with. Looking down once more to finish filling out the details on the small rectangular stack of paper, she replied in kind, although in a slightly less complimentary fashion. "I admire your _luck_, Mr..?"
At the end of her questioning last word, her gaze sailed up once more to look across the table at the large serpent, an eyebrow arched alongside the implied query.
He met and held her gaze as he finished lighting the cigarette clasped carefully 'twixt scale-lined lips. "Sond." He clicked his lighter shut and calmly lowered it while inhaling, then gave his complete name, just as she had. "Ames Sond," he said, smoke slinking out through his nostrils and the slot in his snout that was normally meant for his forked tongue. With the wisps leaving his scaled visage, there was an aura of the draconic around him for a brief moment, which was only aided by the fact that he did not hiss either of the sibilant sounds in his name, demonstrating more control over his speech than most serpents tended to possess.
The lower reaches of his tuxedo-clad torso shifted slightly, and one could only imagine the vast, powerful pythonic coils writhing and twisting below the surface of the table while the large male adjusted his self-made seating solution.
"Mr. Sond, I suppose you wouldn't care to, hmm, raise the limit?" pondered Miss Treech, as she received her fresh influx of chips.
"I have no objections," Sond said, with a casual, dismissive wave of his hand. He spoke out of one side of his mouth while the other held onto his cigarette.
After conferring with the table's seated croupier, the faun fixed her eyes upon the naga once more, mustering a surprisingly predatory glare for a semi-cervine. "Now..!" she intoned, interlacing her fingers on the lip of the table in front of her.
Refusing to shy away from the seeming huntress and her unflinching stare as he dealt out the next hand without looking, the python's mouth curled up at the edges. Her painted lips did much the same as he leaned forward to remark, "Looks like you're out to get me," while sliding her cards across the table to her waiting hand.
"I've ensnared bigger snakes in the past," Nynia muttered, her mouth twisting into a wicked smile, her eyes flashing and tail lashing. They shone with a gleam to rival the gem-encrusted brooch on her gown's thick, single shoulder. It was the image of a tree made from silver, and was dotted with emeralds, which were representative of the leaves. The theme was continued around her left wrist, a silver-&-emerald bracelet emulated a vine wound around her limb. Her earrings appeared to each be an emerald leaf, the botanical veins and outline of which were created in finely crafted silver. Even her antlers were adorned in what would have appeared to be ivy that had crept up their structure, if not for being made out of the same two decadent, expensive components. Lastly, clusters of berries sat on either side of her bun, pinned into place: the tiny morsels were of course the same green gemstones with the matching mirror-like metal backing them, giving form to the crowning accessories.
The faun inspected her cards and suppressed a smile as she announced her hand: "Eight." Her tone was almost triumphant, she finally had a good hand. The kind that was so good, the rules stated that you had to lay it out and declare it, for only a nine was better. Finally, she would topple the constrictor from the banker position, she was sure.
Ames lifted his cards without looking, his unblinking eyes still upon Miss Treech, fascinated with her. The imposing reptile hardly seemed interested in the game any longer. His eyes fell away from Nynia's face to inspect his hand. Looking back at the beautiful semi-cervine, he tossed his cards onto the table.
For a split-second, Nynia thought he was throwing in the towel, defeated. But in the infinitesimal time where their sight-lines locked together once more, she began to realize, his expression was almost apologetic..?
Then suddenly, the croupier was announcing "Neuf! A la banque," which meant 'Nine! To the bank.' Sond had won again, unbelievably. The rest of table's occupants and onlookers, as a whole, murmured bemusedly.
At Sond's side, there came a tap, the club's regal-looking but obsequious eastern dragon maître D' was there. He was dressed in a uniform of black jacket and gold vest atop his blue form. The majority of him was scaled, but he had an impressive tuft of fur obscuring the top of his tie. The unruly fluff was in direct contrast to his crisply trimmed beard. The gold garment he wore signified his station above the other attendants in black vests. He was passing the python a note with a quick, "Excuse me, sir."
As he took the small card, the serpent came to realize that he had sensed the casino employee's presence on the perimeter of his piled coils, as well as tasting his distinct scent on the air for at least the last minute. The maître D' had been waiting since before Miss Treech had needed to restock her supply of chips. And so, when Ames said, "Thank you," it was not only for the conveyance of the message that Sond saw to be from his place of business, it was also for the worker's patience.
"André, I must pass the shoe," said the snake, passing the multi-deck holder aside, then called for the changeur.
He was cashing out.
To Miss Treech, he apologized, "I hope you'll forgive me, but it's most important." His chips were slid over to him by way of the croupier's deft wooden pallet. He took them - but not without sliding one back to tip the croupier - and rose up on his legless form, twisting around to give the large stack of proxy-money to the changeur, a fox in his mid-20s.
Nynia was not about to be left behind. Seeing that the serpent's form was unfurling and making ready to move, she was up and onto her fleet cloven hooves and unguligrade legs in an instant, her chips and purse in one hand and her coat in the other. Swiftly, she expertly slalomed through the casino clientele that surrounded the baccarat table at which she and Sond had just been seated, catching up to him before he had even truly begun to leave.
Draping her outerwear over the arm that held her sleek golden clutch purse, the faun sauntered up alongside Ames as he began to slither away from the table, through the midst of the gaming floor. "I'm not going to have use you in a regrettable 'one that got away' story now, am I, Mr. Sond?" she asked, keeping pace beside the thick, scaly river of muscle that was the naga.
For his part, the python had turned to acknowledge her, and smiled down at the spirited satyr as they swept forward together. "No no, not to worry; I'm not in the habit of providing such unhappy endings to the women I meet," he said, momentarily handling his lighter before tucking it into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket.
A more genuine smile graced the freckled face as Sond went on, "Now, tell me, Miss Treech, what other things do you play with? I mean, besides cards, words, minds and hearts?" His addition kept his inquiry from straying too far into the territory of the suggestive, although he had left plenty of time for his new companion's mind to head there before being reeled back in again.
"Hmm!" Nynia murmured, pleasantly surprised to have her prey so upfront about the game they had been playing in silence, parallel to chemin de fer. The silent, subtle back-and-forth that had occurred across the table, made up of lingering looks and expectant expressions. Her eyebrow arched once more as she considered his question and her response. "I like a nice set of long, hard.. clubs. Golf clubs, that is. I also love to run, of course, but you could hardly join me for that. Golf is wonderful, though, it lets me stretch my legs, and be at least somewhat out in the glory of nature. More than one would with tennis." The faun's treatise on the benefits of her preferred sport had come to an end just as the pair had similarly reached the end of Le Cercle's floor-space.
As the sinuous form of the serpent ascended the small set of steps that lead to the coat-check, and the exit, he said, "I couldn't agree more. Tomorrow afternoon, then." He wasn't even truly asking as much as he was deciding on a course of action. It was obvious to him that his immediate future involved the alluring nymph.
"Tomorrow? Let me see.." Miss Treech pondered, while gracefully climbing, a moment behind Ames, thanks to the unpaused reptilian flow that buoyed him upwards.
"And.. we could have dinner afterwards, perhaps?" Sond surmised, slinking smoothly to the cashier cage, turning and leaning casually against it. He looked back over the few meters of his lengthy form that lay between his upper body and Nynia's position. He chose that spot to wait, for the changeur with his winnings was also there, cashing him out.
The faun had paused at his inclusion of the evening meal into the hypothetical date she hadn't even agreed to yet. She lifted her chin and gazed down her nose at the naga, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. She made sure to run her silken dress along the side of his body as she approached him. "Mr Sond, I'm beginning to suspect you have no end of tempting proposals secreted within your depths."
At that, Ames could only smile and half shrug, twisting his snout in a rakish smile that might have led to further repartee, if not for the changeur having just finished collecting his converted chips from the cashier. The snake's gesture was diverted, and he fluidly flexed to face the casino worker who handed him a considerable collection of bills. Sond nodded appreciatively to the young vulpine.
"May I.." Miss Nynia Treech began, pausing to glance between the money and the departing fox. "..let you know in the morning?" she asked, when they had a modicum of privacy once more.
"Splendid," Sond said, straightening up to his full height, peeling away from the relatively low counter. He pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to Nynia. "My number."
With that, he slithered away from her, leaving his length winding through a thick curve around her hooves as his fore-portions glided toward the door. The fox swung it open for him, and Ames had already plucked an appropriate bill from the stack to pass to the diligent young man. The currency changed hands with such a practised ease, it was easy to miss.
As the elongated creature's exit went on, the satyr stepped lightly over to where she could watch him go, peering at his back, both the upright part, and the flowing train of scales upon the floor. A mischievous glint could be seen in her eye as she glanced down at Sond's card and back to his trailing tailtip.
~~~
These movie scenes can be viewed in their entirety, here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28227522/
~
Amethystine/Ames Sond 00S © to Amethystine
Ninian/Nynia © to WhiteMantis
James Bond 007 and related IP © to Ian Fleming, Albert R Broccoli's EON Productions and MGM
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Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Snake / Serpent
Size 1280 x 904px
File Size 1.56 MB
Oh also, just in case you hadn't realized, 'Nynia Trench' is played by Ninian, just in a bipedal form/satyr form, instead of her normal taur self. ( http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27201010/ )
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The big reveal XD
The big reveal XD
Thanks for reading it, Zizi, and thanks for the fave! <3
I wonder if you continued onward into the rest of the scenes, here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28227522/ ?
I wonder if you continued onward into the rest of the scenes, here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28227522/ ?
Damn handsome snake, even though he's a smoker. I hope he doesn't suck down as many cigarettes as Bond had in the books. Also glad to see a pretty faun (deer) girl.
I'm out of the loop when it comes to remembering much of the films, but I do remember this scene. I had no idea how baccarat was played until I read the first Bond book, either.
I'm out of the loop when it comes to remembering much of the films, but I do remember this scene. I had no idea how baccarat was played until I read the first Bond book, either.
Thanks for the fave! :}
Luckily we don't actually see Bond or Sond do much smoking after the first couple movies.
There's a line in Tomorrow Never Dies where Bond lights a guard's cigarette and then punches him out and comments 'Filthy habit', which is a funny enough moment made extra amusing, considering how much of a smoker he USED to be.. or his past incarnations.
I bet you already realized, but the bipedal faun / cervine satyress 'Nynia Treech' is, of course, based upon Ninian, the fauntaur.
I think I understand baccarat/chemin de fer pretty well now, having read the books and all. But even before that, I think I understood it better than the average viewer, given that I understood the French being spoken during play, in the film scenes.
Luckily we don't actually see Bond or Sond do much smoking after the first couple movies.
There's a line in Tomorrow Never Dies where Bond lights a guard's cigarette and then punches him out and comments 'Filthy habit', which is a funny enough moment made extra amusing, considering how much of a smoker he USED to be.. or his past incarnations.
I bet you already realized, but the bipedal faun / cervine satyress 'Nynia Treech' is, of course, based upon Ninian, the fauntaur.
I think I understand baccarat/chemin de fer pretty well now, having read the books and all. But even before that, I think I understood it better than the average viewer, given that I understood the French being spoken during play, in the film scenes.
Ah, yes, I do recall that from TND.
And I'm keeping my eyes close to the deer, I sniffed them out that they're the same dame. Especially when following your convention for named characters based on Ama's.
O-ho-hon! You francophone ophidian. I but have only a (mandated) highschool level of le French.
I think the rules are pretty neat and basic from what I understand. It seems like a simple gambling game, even more so than blackjack.
And I'm keeping my eyes close to the deer, I sniffed them out that they're the same dame. Especially when following your convention for named characters based on Ama's.
O-ho-hon! You francophone ophidian. I but have only a (mandated) highschool level of le French.
I think the rules are pretty neat and basic from what I understand. It seems like a simple gambling game, even more so than blackjack.
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