| Hey guys, I'm back... With a bit more creativity than that shit wonderful stuff i wrote before. Suggestions would be chill, but desensitized criticism with no basis too much of it could be hurtful <3 Anyhow, just a thanks to Rabbiac and Subenu for letting me get my shit back in order, and "restarted" for lack of a better word. Obligatory Chapter Links: Courtesy of Subenu, Kami, GG, and Sydo. Prepare for a slight text wall My first chapter: A Wet Awakening Drowsily, I clicked my lips together like a lazing domestic animal and broke the surface tension of dry crust covering my eyes as I twirled my foot (a bit of a habit of mine), and arose from my seemingly endless slumber. I let out a long yawn and continued, "Agh... What the fuck" I tried to rub my eyes to get a better view, and as my vision cleared slightly, I seemed to be in a goddamn forest. I shook around, but in my drowsy, weak slur of drudging pain and emotional instability, I could not break free from whatever was holding me. All I could think was that I was astral projecting or something, and that's why I thought I could see tree line above me, but even then, this was all far too real. A mixture of what smelled like rubbing alcohol and dirt permeated my nostrils, and left me feeling like a savage. To say I experienced deep tribulation in these moments would barely cover the level of distress I was in. Within the process of throwing my head back in my somewhat a-typical “I hate my life” motion, I slammed it down upon the spongy, moist moss below me. “Ouch! Ah--disgusting” Not only am I lying in some god-awful forest, but also I’ve gone and smashed my skull on the melting pot of germs and gross humidity. If earth were a person, this moss would be their musty chest hair. "Well, fuck," I murmured to myself as I finally broke an arm free and rubbed my eyes. ….there's a god-damn 'she-bull' pinning me down, and what looks like a bird-woman peering down at me from above. Not really my typical idea of fun, but some fucks are into this stuff, I guess? I had cleared my eyes, freed my arms, and readjusted my Eifel tower with the all of the strength I could provide, given I was trying to remove a hulking mass of tits and ass from it. Calm down, JD… Deep breaths. Assess your situation before you begin to overreact. I took one final deep breath before uttering my go-to survival phrase in a situation like this, “hey, would you mind getting off of me?” Nothing… I went for a second attempt, further enraged, “hey, would you get the fuck off of me?” Again, nothing… Now you’ve gone and done it, JD. Not only did you manage to perpetuate your lasting discomfort, while interestingly enough, ‘impressing’ that sleek, black bird-woman leering above you; but you somehow got that fucking bull-woman--she-witch--whatever to grab on tighter. Great call, Einstein. I tried to push the bull-woman off when I realized the horrific truth. She had my family jewels locked up tight in what I could only assume was her rendition of some kind of "waisoki" grip or something. I shifted a bit to my side, but she just gripped on harder. Needless to say, it wasn’t comfortable. "Sigh, Well, shit." I mulled over my options, but there really weren't any. I was stuck laying alone in a forest with bird-women, bull-women, and god knows what else—and worst of all, I had no fucking clue where I was, or how I would get the hell out. Right as my options wore thin, and my bits started getting even more uncomfortable, the bird-woman from above swooped down and stopped right in front of me. Is she taunting me? I thought, but that was beside the point, and in that moment, I could only muster up one thing to say. "C-Can you get this thing off of me?" I pleaded. She stared aimlessly at me for a moment before pulling out what looked to be a small, poorly bound journal with hide of some sort holding it all together. She wrote something down with her black, slick, feathery hands, and placed it back in some sort of slot in her clothing, before looking back at me. "So, you can speak?" She questioned, her voice smooth and soft like velvet, but with a slight rough undertone—reminiscent of a teen girl who spent way too much time in a library. What is she getting at? Does she think I’m some sort of lifeless piece of meat to be used like a makeshift dildo? Of course I can fucking speak. "--Uhm.... Y-Yeah-- Yes, yes I can speak..." I promptly responded. She pulled out that goddamn journal again, and an awkward silence fell over the trees and shrubbery surrounding us. Her eyes twinkled with intrigue, and she continuously looked back and forth from her book to me, as if I was some kind of rare species, or she thought I would run away. Which in hindsight was probably the case. "Um, do you have a name?" I asked in order to break the silence. She looked further intrigued as she placed her book aside, came closer to my face, and proclaimed in excitement, "Yes! My name is Serena." "Alright Serena, I'm JD. And where exactly are we?" I finally questioned. "We're in a forest near Alnor." She responded, as if I was a native to this god-forsaken land. "But that doesn't hel—Sigh… Alright, so we're near Alnor, and I'm being pinned down by...?" I retorted despite my disposition "Oh, well that's a hobgoblin. Nasty vermin who use there—Ahem, advantages to woo men and control them. Even if by force" She exclaimed "Is there any chance you could get her off of me?" I pleaded "Well... I can try something." She said whimpering slightly, but with a sense of mischievous passion. It's not like things can get a whole lot worse, right? "That would be phenomenal, thanks." I half-heartedly responded. At that moment she made a high-pitched sound loud enough to burst my eardrums, and the "Hobgoblin" woke up in fright. It looked around sucking its thumb like a toddler, and then suddenly, half-asleep, it sprinted from me and further into the forest. My god, something this she-wretch did actually worked? Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to stick around with her. I wonder, if I play the innocent puppy act, will she watch over me like a hawk? "W-Why thank you for helping me out there. I don't know what I would have done without you." I whined in the least sarcastic voice I could muster. "No problem." She responded in the standard short-winded fashion she was so fond of. "Would you perhaps know any nearby civilizations? The forest is honestly scaring the shit out of me." "Doesn't... Like... The... Forest..." She hummed softly to herself as she wrote down what I only could assume was a bio of my "species." Weird to hear that sort of shit, but there's nothing I could have done to stop her, and it’s not like it bothered me too much. "Well?" I quickly retorted in response to her obsessive writing. She looked up for a moment, and in surprise (almost like she forgot I was even there), she responded, "Why yes, further in the forest there's a small, shantytown made up of more 'docile' members of the community." Now that is what I’m fucking talking about. No more of the roundabout bullshit. Just straight, cold, hard facts and a real destination Ironically, regardless of how much I complained about the awkward silence from earlier, in this instance, I caused it. I must have looked strange, because she started writing down more notes, and at a much faster speed. I gently curled my toes on the soft grass and threw my hands behind my head in an “okay, what now?” kind of fashion. While gazing through what little light reached this portion of the undercarriage. I realized she wasn’t going to cease writing unless I spearheaded further conversation. I guess my best course of action is to just ask if she would guide me there… Maybe someone in this shantytown will actually have a slight clue about where other humans are, or rather, if there even are other humans. In that moment, I didn’t want to face the truth of my reality, and decided that diving into the emotions and actions of the moment would motivate me further than pondering my situation. "That sounds great... Um, Could you guide me there?" I replied. Instead of responding, she got closer—close enough to count each of my poorly-shaven facial hairs—and began to jot down notes of my figure. I felt like one of those French models being evaluated on their looks… or in her eyes, more of a high-pedigree pet in a dog-show, being prodded for any imperfections. "Um, Earth to Serena?" "Speaks.... in what seems.... to be... foreign slang...? Uses unusual terms." She jotted down more notes. At this point, I was losing more and more patience a moment, and the heat and moisture in the air permeated what little sense of filter I had left. I was done, and needed to let her know. "Okay, enough with the god-damn notes Serena, we have got to get going." I yapped back at her. Why are you such an ass, JD? She didn’t mean any harm, and now you’ve gone and made her upset. Real a-class guy, you are. To my definite surprise, she stood completely oblivious to the severity of my comments. Instead of reacting as upset, she looked overjoyed that I had demonstrated more “human slang.” Alright, safe—you managed to not come across as a total ass. Good job. "Oh, yeah sure, it's this way." She quaintly responded as she started off. Her luscious, silky, jet-black wings flew slightly up, and then swooshed back down with such a force that a rough breeze hit the grass and made the shrubbery sway. It was quite the spectacle, and regardless of how annoying the cool air may have been on that cold morning, the miraculous display of her talents masked my annoyance. It was at this point that we traversed further in the forest, and with my luck, it would be a long trek. ************************************************************************************ We quite literally could not have taken any longer to reach this “nearby” shantytown. Trees, grass, moss, rocks—Oh look, a river. More trees, more rocks, even more goddamn moss…when does it end? And all I have to accompany me during this venture—to fill up the void symphony of trickling water and empty rustling in the tree line—to make my each and every step a bit less excruciating, is the subtle humming and clicking, tapping, swiping—fucking meandering of Serena and her ever so trusty quill. To make matters worse, I was quite exhausted, and had no way of getting food, nor fresh water. Regardless of this gift from above I had received in the form of a bird-woman guide, I still needed to traverse my way through quite the thicket of forest, since she kept forgetting I couldn’t fly, and left me lagging behind. Finally, I reached the limit of my strength, slid against a tree, and yelled up to her, “Hey Serena, is there any chance you have water and food on you?” Am I reacting to the deprivation of recourses, or am I actually a semi-functional dumbass. Where in the hell in her limited carrying space would Serena be able to hold food? She circled back, considering she was already quite ahead of me. She dropped right in front of me with one fierce flap of her wings, pushing out more gale-force winds. While she pursed her soft lips, and gently shook her head, as if she was surprised I already needed a break. Just as I thought she’d pull out my level of cynicism and cruelty and make a mockery of my stamina, she began reaching into a sack I hadn’t noticed on her side under her loose, somehow aerodynamic, white shawl. So that’s where she’s been keeping her journal! Wait, she already has her journal out, so what could she be removing from that sack? “Here, I have some kanaper berries and meat.” She proclaimed, excited to watch me consume something for the first time. I’m becoming a fucking specimen in her eyes. I’m not a friend, I’m just a science-experiment, and she still hasn’t cracked the formula. But what about when she does, then what? You know what, that’s too cynical, even for me, and it’s not like she means any harm, yet. “How long have you had this stuff—and what kind of meat is it?” I whined like a stubborn child. Wait, do I really want to know when or what this meat came from? Lord knows I should just be glad she has food at all. “You know what, scratch the details, why don’t we just cook the stuff?” I corrected myself. She pulled out some tattered rags and placed the food down. For someone who seemed to have no sense of human customs, she had quite the decency when it came to food. She gently plucked one of the kanaper berries from the small pile, and placed it in her mouth before gently squishing it with her tongue and proceeding to swallow. This must be her way of saying that the food is safe to eat? Well, I’m quite okay with that custom. Better to be safe than sorry “By the way, there’s fresh water nearby, but you should rest, so I will go get it.” She gently remarked before pulling out a bit of flint and a stone. “You know how to start fires, right?” She questioned, while nonchalantly opening her journal. More notes, more bios, and more info. You know what JD? Stop being so stubborn, she’s being nice, and is helping you in this god-awful place. Just be nice, and stop acting like such a cock. After a moment of mentally slapping my face in order to prepare myself, I softly responded, feeling triumphant over my own disposition, “Yeah, I should be able to manage something.” She swished her quill and wrote a page in just a few moments, obviously taking down detail after detail. While annoying and somewhat patronizing, her efforts were quite adorable, and after a bit of hands on communication, it turned out she wasn’t such a numbskull after all. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she remarked as she jetted up slightly, “oh, and remember to put out the fire as soon as possible after lighting it. It’s getting dark, and things aren’t the best out here during the night.” Oh, well there goes my happy streak. Well, berries aren’t going to garner enough sustenance, so it’s not like I have a choice. Time to light up the pyrotechnic deep inside of me and get things cooking. Truth be told, I wasn’t the best at making fires, and had only practiced a few shy times during trips to the beach. In fact, though I would never admit it if you asked me in person, the only methods I knew were the “pile on dry stuff and light that shit up” technique and the “tipi” technique. I surveyed my surroundings with a somewhat keen eye, and found quite a bit of surprisingly dry material. I guess when there’s nobody in need of lighting fires, the dry stuff just piles up. I gathered around 12 average sized sticks and fallen branches along with dried out shrubbery from the neglected, covered areas of the undercarriage I found myself in. Although I never would have wished to end up spending a night with limited rags on under a thick line of foliage, I have to admit that Arboreal creatures have got it pretty damn made. I clawed hard with my hands, making at least some blanketing ambience in the otherwise eerily silent forest. About 10-15 minutes of this on soft soil should have been enough, and because soil under heavy foliage typically is pretty shitty, my work ended up taking even less. Within a few minutes, my hole was dug, and the “tipi” was laid. I jabbed the sharper, larger, sticks into the soft soil to support the apparatus, and even skewered the mystery meat with a bulkier stick. The flint and stone part hit a bit harder, since I’d never had to manage raw materials when it came to producing the first light to the fire. I appraised my small apparatus and deliberated upon the options with myself… Eventually I just came to the conclusion that saying, “Fuck it” and just striking them together would probably be the least time wasting of my choices. “It actually fucking worked! I’m like a modern day caveman… Hahaha!” I shouted to myself, not realizing that I should have heeded Serena’s warnings a bit more carefully, and with further inductive reasoning. The fire lit quite well for a first attempt, and the tipi was scorching within a few brief instances of wafting smoke away from my teary eyes. I took the skewered meat and hand roasted it over the fire. Probably the least efficient method of cooking, but my materials were pretty damn limited at this point. The meat slowly cooked through, but the speed was drudgingly painful on my arms, and the fire, so I lowered the stick. The meat scorched and burned a bit, but the process accelerated 10 fold. The only shocking part to all of this was that Serena was taking so long. The subtle dusk break revolved around the forest, and extirpated what little sense of security was lurking in my subconscious, but at least I was fed—thirsty, but not starving. I threw my head back in obligatory happiness at the fact that I hadn’t become someone’s sex-slave earlier in the day, but I couldn’t help but shake the feeling that Serena wasn’t as trustworthy as I may have been thinking. If that hobgoblin was off to have her way with my manhood, what’s to say Serena doesn’t want a crack at me? Wait—Wait—Wait, did I just humble myself in the process of questioning fucking an animal girl? I mean, they’ve been attractive and all so far, but that’s fucking bestiality, and I’m acting like I’m the fucking Hugh Hefner of the animal kingdom. Sigh, I need to calm the fuck down, and—wait, I didn’t turn out the fire, did I? At that moment, I rushed over a couple yards to the slightly burning ashes, reminiscing the once beautiful fire. “Shit” I murmured under my breath in shocking realization. Well, Serena’s gone, I’m in the pitch black night with only a few stars guiding my view, and I just broke rule “numero uno” in Serena’s guide to “Not getting raped/eaten while I get water.” I tried to find something, anything out of the ordinary, but there was nothing. Not a peep. Maybe nocturnal animals don’t exist wherever the fuck I am, so there’s no need to worry, and Serena was just fucking with me? Utter silence ensconced my happiness and returned my cynical disposition. Nothing is happening. Nothing will happen. Serena was just messing with you, JD. Nothing you need to worry about. Wait, this is Serena I’m talking about… Fuck. I lied down, covered up with what little shrubbery was around me, and instead of going to sleep, I went full predator and sat in the shrubbery, leering, waiting for some slimy, conniving, decrepit monster to try and rape or eat me. Eyes wide open, corneas searing, and body aching in pain. My subconscious cynicism clouded, infiltrated, and impregnated the few calming thoughts I still held deep down, and left them lying in the dust. Suddenly, I could hear drops of some thick fluid percolating around the fire, approaching my safe haven, intruding upon the little secturity I still felt. All culminating to the moment when I would take the one left over jagged stick, and test my fate. You just wait you rotten fuck. When you come within 10 feet of me, you’re finished. Footsteps joined this ensemble of my night terrors, and my sweat decided it wanted to play the melody. Each inch further, and these were some slow fucking steps, brought my fear threshold closer to my current situation. Being as it may have been, fear was nothing compared to the innate sense of survival pulsing out of my every vein. Is this thing fat? Is it drunk? These steps are slow as hell, and what’s with the dripping—it’s creepy as fuck. Is that thing salivating? Whatever, now’s my shot, and I’m going to take it. I clenched tight to my stick, squatted down a bit further, focused my eyes on the target, and sprang out. Screaming and swinging like a barbarian trying to fight a bear. I tackled my target, and a bit of fluid covered me, while something hit the ground. And I tumbled over as the thing pushed me off of it. “What was that… uhm… JD?” The voice questioned in severe distress. How does it… ugh—how does it know my name… Oh fuck… In my fit of terror, I must have attacked Serena thinking she was, ugh. Time to apologize, and try to make less of an ass of myself I mustered up what little sense of pride and courage I had left, and responded, “Serena, I don’t know what got into me—I… I was just so frightened that I reacted poorly. I’m terribly sorry.” Silence. Is she honestly writing something down right now? Before I could actually put the pieces together, she proclaimed the final thing before I blacked out from thirst and exhaustion. “Sorry, I’m not Serena.” |
chimechuDec 22, 2014 4:28 PM
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| I like your cynicism lol, and interesting chapter. Don't know how you suddenly blacked out from thirst but okay lol, I look forward to your next chapter ^^ |
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greatgreenman said: I like your cynicism lol, and interesting chapter. Don't know how you suddenly blacked out from thirst but okay lol, I look forward to your next chapter ^^ Yeah, I noticed the problem in what I said, but I mixed in exhaustion. The whole Idea of that second half of the chapter was the MC sort of succumbing to his environment, and eventually just throwing in the towel. He was sweating, falling apart, and mentally "fucked" by the end, so I thought it would be fitting that after using the ast of his strength, he'd just say "fuck it" and pass out. But yeah, I'll try harder next time. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| No I get it man, just wanted to let you know it wasn't hugely clear. We all do it, we see our stories as we write them and sometimes we forget to fill in the details that are still swirling in our minds because we forget the reader isn't where we are yet. Not busting your chops or anything, its an interesting start |
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| Really interesting start, as I said already, I really like the way you write :P |
 "You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
| Hey guys, here's my second chapter part 1. The first chapter was more of introduction than anything else, but the exposition takes place in chapter two, so I decided to break it into two pieces in order to create a level of flow between the pieces. Chapter Two Part 1: Sweet dreams—Time to wake up “No—Ugh… I don’t want another drink.” The voice stated, with a burly, but drunken tone. “Come on sweetheart, it’s not like you have anywhere to go.” Yet another voice responded, but this one, more conniving and feminine. “No… I’ve got to get **** to ** **** and ****” The voice kept cutting out… So blurry and distant… “Your ****** doesn’t **** to **** ***** this.” The feminine voice began fading out. The space turned dark, and suddenly I saw myself lying down in a forest. The empty void transformed into a framework of sounds, replicating the events from yesterday. The forest—the shimmers of light falling down like a chorus of strands, hitting the dim surface of the undercarriage, all aligned to form this scene. There I lay, empty and voiceless, without a care in the world—sleeping. The limited, tattered rags laid over me, barely censoring my totem pole. Once again—Am I astral projecting? This time I can see myself, lying in grass… in a forest—oh fuck… I know how this one is going to end up. I willed my brain, my body, even my soul to wake up. To get up, and avoid watching the triumphant hobgoblin make use of me like a baby toy. Regardless of the emanating fire burning within my heart, screaming for me to wake up, I couldn’t move at the time. I was stuck in place, watching my own rape take place. It wasn’t as bad as I would have thought. The hobgoblin, thick and heavy with unusually pale skin, slowly paced around me, prodding and making unnatural grunting sounds, but ended up standing still without a purpose. She was clueless as to what I was, or so it seemed. Eventually, she clued in after removing my—Ahem, rags, and proceeded to… Aw… Fuck—I’m going to need to wash myself later… If I don’t—Ugh, she slobbered all over it and… Fuck—just watching this makes me want a shower, or even a jump in a lake. She “finished” her deplorable activities, and lulled herself to sleep through means of simply curling up like an exhausted lion, and—well sleeping. I sat there, still stuck, just viewing my empty body, void of my consciousness, unaware of the events that transpired before his awakening. Wait… How do I know this is what happened… I feel like I’d heard someone… Agh… My head fucking hurts… Slowly, the scene in front of me dissipated softly into nothing… It was reminiscent of the subtle translation from rain to sun—minus the rainbows. As I came to, dull voices, dim lighting, and skewed visions of a room around me guided my five senses. Gentle whispers glided across the room, drifting in their own obscurity. The feminine voices trailed as ambient noises full of hidden conversation. “Why did this happen?” The first voice, motherly and kind, pleaded in all sincerity. “There haven’t been any issues up to this point, so why now?” The second voice, more rough and cruel, interjected. “I’ve heard that some of the Jinko from Terra-Veinira caught news of male slaves being shipped through off-routes of the forest.” This third voice was much less definitive, but had a slight elderly tone to it. The first voice proclaimed in sadness, “The problem isn’t that they ‘may’ be coming, it’s that if they do… and they find ‘him’… well-” “We’re going to lose everything we’ve built until now!” The second voice quickly cut her off, this time shouting. “Be quieter, you’ll wake him up.” The third voice kindly subdued the second voice, in response. ... Their conversation closed in awkwardly subtle silence. Slight yawns and gentle moans could be heard across the room, but their nature was obviously to fill the void soon to arise. To break the silence, unsurprisingly, the second voice cut through the air like a dagger, “You think I care at all whether or not that man gets his fucking beauty sleep? We may as well throw his useless ass off to the Jinko as a bargaining chip!” She finished, but nobody had anything to contribute. She was like a psychopath yelling at a wall—needless to say, nobody felt inclined to respond. “I mean… why are we even questioning this? We have a good thing going on here, and even if there’s a low chance the Jinko will even show up, why risk it? He’s not worth anything to--” The door creaked opened, and a fourth voice, cunning and sharp-tongued, interjected, “Just shut up, Margaret. Nobody wants to hear the ramblings of a lonesome widow.” The second voice—or ‘Margaret’ vengefully retorted “What did you just call me you--!” As per usual, someone cut off Margaret’s screaming. This time, the first voice, much closer to me than I remembered, proclaimed, “Wait you guys… I think he’s finally coming to. One of you needs to grab Serena.” The crowd of three girls approached the rickety, but soft wooden bed I laid half-asleep within. Two of them pulled up in small, wooden bedside stools, while the other one propped herself up on the rough, wooden wall. The room soon filled with ambient chatter, and I repeatedly blinked my eyes in an attempt to shatter my dream state. The girls came into focus, and I must have been shocked to the point of physically moving up on the bedframe, because their eyes not only drifted up, but looked somewhat concerned for me. Shit… Even more animal girls—it’s way too early in the morning for this fairy tale scenery. The gentle, grey haired—furred?—Woman leaned in close with a wet rag in hand. She was wearing a gentle white and black dress-like outfit; reminiscent of that a servant of some high-class figure would wear. Her skin was a bit more pale, and shriveled than the others in the room, but still quite soft and comforting. Her soft, furry hands placed the moist rag on my head, and slowly wiped down my face, clearing my eyes, and waking me up. I jumped back ever so slightly, but it was enough for her to notice, considering her hands were on me at the time. “Are you okay?” She questioned, worrying for my condition. Holy fuck… Was I just thinking about kissing a wolf-girl? My god JD, keep that shit in your pants. She may be cute—soft hearted, nice, cute—with beautiful, soft, voluptuous brea—Oh fuck, cut that shit out man. Just fucking respond to the question before they start to wonder whether you can talk or not. After a bit of mental fist fighting, and aligning my thoughts with my conscience, I responded, “…Yeah, I’m fine. But… Where am I? And, no offense, but who are all of you?” Before a coherent response could trickle out to answer my questions, Margaret jumped right in and persisted with her typical flaming tongue, “Ugh… Even his voice in insufferable… Why don’t we just sell him to the—“ “Just stop being so persistent, Margaret. He’s not a bad person from the looks of it, and you need to calm down.” The third woman retorted with empathy for me, but slight anger directed towards Margaret. Margaret was a rough looking, brown hair girl. She looked to be in her early 30’s or late 20’s… but with animal-girls—no, based on what the third one looked like, monster girls, I couldn’t tell what the age scale was. She had scruffy, shoulder length hair that slightly draped over her face, and slight scars along her arms. Under her rough hair, a glint of a poorly aged brow shown through. Almost as if she had furrowed her brow one too many times throughout her lifetime, resulting in permanent wrinkle lines. Moving on to her more… ‘Defining’ features: her arms laid bear outside of her blouse, revealing human like appendage, blue-tinted wings sprouted from her back like tree leafs. Fluttering slightly every so often. The final, and most prominent feature was her protruding stinger. With the body of a human, she surprised me to no end in this display of mutation. A large yellow and black venom sack, with stinger and all, covered her backside, right about where her butt would be. So… I’m with a maid-wolf and a bitchy bee? Hornet? Wasp? Whatever… What about the third one, what was she? Silky, blue, draping lines of fabric lunged down from the third one’s body and slightly covered her protruding spider legs. Her legs were a dull yellow striped with moss green. She was voluptuous and beautiful—or would have been, but she was quite old. Crows feet expanded from her eyes towards the distant past of her remaining smooth skin. She was a spider-woman, clear and true to the day. Her hair greying, and her body diminishing, she was still quite beautiful for her time. My lord… They’re all fairly old, but pretty nonetheless. Before I had noticed it, a painful silence gut the innards of the room like a thanksgiving turkey, and filled it with a dirty, unkempt sense of emptiness. Fuck… are you really that bad at conversation, JD? You can’t stop the awkward silence ever, can you? You know what, just dive in and end it… “So,” I interjected, breaking the silence, “who are all of you?” Margaret was of course the one who shrugged off my question, but ironically I could still hear her whisper “I’m Margaret” under her breath. The second woman was the elderly spider, and she was much more detailed than Margaret, but still somewhat vague. “I’m Nadia, a Jurougumo. I’ve lived in this village for many years, and am one of the elders here.” The final woman to introduce herself was the one sitting by my bedside, which I had dismissed upon my own cruel volition, for I was focusing on my situation more than her. She had been continuously checking me, in order to make sure I was okay. “I’m Erica, the one who you tackled last night. I’m a Kikimora, a married one at that. My husband is down at the meeting hall setting up lunch. Also—” Her husband? Well there goes what little happiness I had in store—wait, what the living hell am I thinking. She’s married, not an object, and she’s part wolf… I need to calm my shit down. Before she could continue any further, and lord knows I was fine listening to her voice, Serena and the fourth girl came bursting through the door, and running toward me. … We lay silent, looking at each other in mutual discomfort. She had left me, and I had avoided her warnings. Both of us made some major mistakes, but hers must have had some reason behind it. You’re the man here, JD. Get on your symbolic knees, and fucking apologize to her. I pulled out what little manhood I had left in this uncomfortable situation, and professed my apology. “Serena, I made a huge mistake in neglecting your warning about the fire. And Erica, I overreacted to my own fears, and took them out on you without remorse. For these reasons, I apologize, and hope you will both forgive me.” There, I fucking did it. I pulled my shit together and apologized. Proud of me? The two girls looked at each other, and the currently nameless girl smiled as she leaned against the door. This fourth girl had alcohol on her breath, and red hair. She was more unkempt than the others, but much more relaxed. Her blood red hair must have been her most defining feature. As I stared at this fourth woman, and Serena gazed towards Erica. We were locked in dead silence, until Erica burst into slight laughter, and all our eyes darted towards her. Does she think something’s funny? I wonder what’s going through her head. We all confusedly looked at each other, before I collected my determination, bottled it up, and questioned, “Why are you laughing, Erica?” She wiped what seemed to be a tear in her eye before quickly responding, “It’s just been so long since anything has been this lively around here.” We all picked partners and quietly stared at them for a moment or two, before joining this gentle woman in her laughter. Why was I so stressed? Why was I so worried she’d be upset with me? It’s not like any of them would be hurt by something I said or did—Agh… At that moment, my head began to hurt. However, I didn’t understand why at the time, and dismissed it with my typical level of mental degradation. “What’s wrong?” Erica asked, obviously concerned. “N-nothing, I’m fine.” I responded, obviously lying. We all continued to talk a bit more, and it turned out that the fourth girl was a Red-Oni named Diana. That made five, plus me. Diana: the Red-Oni with an affliction with boos. Erica: The gentle hearted Kikimora with a motherly nature, and unfortunately a husband. Nadia: The Jurougumo, and elder of the shantytown. Margaret: The quick-tempered widow, a hornet, and recent member of the town. And finally, Serena, a foreigner to the town with just a few ties to Erica. They proceeded to instruct me as to where I could receive some more suitable clothing, before heading to the meeting hall. As I washed myself in the next-door, public bathing house, I questioned my circumstances, and ties to Serena. In all honesty, this isn’t half bad, but I want to know why I’m here… Or even, how I got here… And what is up with Serena? She didn’t have her journal, and stopped acting so distant. Maybe it is just that she sees me as a specimen, rather than a person. She’s the only one I don’t know much about. I know that she’s a Black Harpie, and she lives up on the north side of the large mountain near Duskriver. I finished dressing myself, and examined my wardrobe. I had beige pants, most likely consisting of what felt to be hide and silk lining. The world of clothing is much better with things like cotton, but silk insides aren’t too bad. The torso included a vest and white cloth rags. It felt like pseudo-Viking apparel, but they wouldn’t have any clue who Vikings were, much less what they wore. I checked my boots, tight and firm, before stretching my arms up, breathing a sigh of relief as I approached the large, wooden doors. When did they have the time to build all of this? It’s quite great craftsmanship for the dark-age like world they live in. I slowly creaked the door open, releasing the filter of darkness, and purging my soul with thickets of white, clear, vibrant sunlight. The trees from around this area were much higher than the others, and as I looked down, expecting moist grass below my feet, I saw a wooden pathway, with a far drop leading below it. She said a shantytown, right? So in this world, interconnected tree houses is considered a town? Interesting. As I walked in the general vicinity of the larger tree house, assuming that had to be the meeting hall, I noticed many children—or rather girls, playing in the pathways. Enjoying themselves, having fun like children should. The town was wondrous—a spectacle. As a kid, I always wanted a giant tree house, and this town delivered. The structure was tied together with thickets of spider silk and complex boardwalks connecting the different trees. The girth of these things was astounding alone, but the complete and utter, standalone miracle of nature constructed around it drew my attention. I reached the hall after “Shoo-ing” some young girls from the town off of me. I pushed the door open, and as light flooded into the dimly lit hall, I saw the great faces of the townsfolk, smiling, having a good time, and rejoicing in their good times. Well, I may as well join them… Holy Fuck, there’s another dude here… Maybe he knows what happened to me. “Care if I join?” I interrupted. A multitude of voices accepted my request promptly, and rushed me to the table. We all enjoyed ourselves, drank, ate, and spent some decent time discussing everyday town “banter” before falling silent. This meal filled with happiness and laughter was the highpoint of my visit, and arguably the only genuinely fun time I had in the shantytown. If only those times could have continued. So yeah, that's the first part of chapter two, and arguably the less enjoyable part. Exposition is thick and harsh--but you've got to get through it, no? Thanks again guys, and I'll be posting every so often. |
YaN333Jul 1, 2014 3:57 AM
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| So yeah, it only really made sense to post part two of the drudgingly long exposition a day after the other (considering their two parts of one whole). Chapter 2 Part 2: Welcome to Paradise—Time to say Goodbye Why do situations I’m in always turn out worse for me than expected? I mean, there must be some limit to bad karma—if there even is bad karma. Aside from the few who were still eating, gorging themselves in the meat stew cooked by Steve, the other guy here, we all lackadaisically hung our heads back, some sliding down their seats from what I like to call the “itis”…The feeling of being over encumbered after eating a large meal, typically with delicious food—a form of food coma. Serena and Erica didn’t consume as much as the others and I, but they were still quite exhausted. Without much small talk to break the coating of silence created in the wake of our merriment, I decided, in my typical awkward matter, to address what I considered to be one of many elephants in the room. I cleared my throat, took a deep breath, slid back up in my chair while shaking my head, and started, “So… Serena, what did happen the other night?” She confusedly looked up and wiped her barely dirty lips before tilting her head to the side in a questioning manner. I could tell she was struggling without her journal on hand to write down my everyday intrigue, so I decided to help her along the way. “You know… with the whole taking a long time getting water…? I mean—I know Erica came to pick me up and all, but what happened with you?” This time she caught on to what I was asking, but before she could respond, Erica cut in, smiling and shutting her eyes ever so slightly. “She went to go get fresh water from a nearby freshwater stream, and ran into me,” she giggled a bit before continuing, “bathing—” God dammit… Why didn’t I go to get water? “She looked somewhat exhausted, so we took a bath together, and then she told me about you. I told her to go back to town in order to get some rest, and decided to come get you.” She wasn’t finished, but I knew what was coming next. “And—” Before she could finished, I cut in, smarmy as ever, and continued, “And I went jungle-psycho on you with a sharp stick. Sorry about that one.” I finished, diverting my eyes, and spinning my wooden spoon ever so slightly on my plate to avoid an awkward confrontation with Steve. “Oh—so that’s why Erica came back covered in dirt yesterday. Glad she wasn’t attacked by something dangerous.” The somewhat old man smiled slightly as he cleaned the dishes. You’re quite the piece of work, aren’t you, JD? Attacking some dude’s wife, and then thinking about boning her… I mean honestly—Fuck… I just realized what I was thinking… Fuck it, they may be monster girls, but some of them are hot as fuck. “Hey man, I’m sorry for roughing up your girl… I honestly meant no harm, and if you feel so inclined, come hit me.” I responded, with no courage or solidarity in my statement. The room drew silent, and aside from Margaret who was just happy to see me get hit and Diana who was too drunk to actually give mind to the situation, everyone seemed uncomfortable. Others followed my lead from before, and fiddled with their clothes and wooded utensils in attempts to break any chances of unnecessary eye contact. I pushed my chair aside, stood up, walked towards Steve, and puffed my chest out in an act of apology. He gently placed the plate down, took off his white apron, and walked out from the musty kitchen. While approaching me, he kept a solemn face, revealing his somewhat dangerous nature. His build was large, and his face had some slight scars—indicating a level of experience superior to mine. Right in front of me he stood, staring down at me from a height of what had to be over six feet. As he raised his fist, clenched tight, and drew back his arm, his expression tightened, and he began to swing. Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is going to hurt like all hell… What were you thinking, JD! I closed my eyes in slightly reluctant fear, as my reflexes got the better of my willpower. I solemnly accepted my fate, and soon to come bruises, as I clenched my teeth, bearing for the punch. However, the hit did not come, but rather, he placed his large, hairy hands on each of my shoulders, and began, “JD, I understand what it’s like to be new here. It’s intimidating, wretched, and fills your heart with fear. I may have been here for 30 or so years, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten.” He explained, gently. This is amazing. Another human man—someone who can relate to me… I can’t believe how stupid I was acting in my fit of pride. Just as I was beginning to smile up at him, my fears struck. … A tightly clenched fist came flying towards my face like a bullet, and while it didn’t do too much damage—assuming he held a bit back—it still hurt like hell. He wiped his hands together, and looked down at me grinning ever so slightly. “What—I thought you…” I couldn’t finish in my shock. “That’s for tackling my wife into the dirt. Remember, regardless of how similar we may be, you still shouldn’t fuck with a man’s girl.” Just as he finished, he threw his large arm down in a jester of friendship, and I accepted it. He firmly gripped my hand, and in one strong tug, he pulled my entire weight up. As he pushed me towards the birch wood tables, and laughed slightly, he finished, “Now go take a seat, we’re gonna’ get down to business.” Those who were seated at the other tables—namely Diana who used the length of one side of the table just for booze, and Margaret who just didn’t want to be near me—moved to the central table, as Steve, a regular “Hasselhoff” sat at the end, looking across at all of us. Aside from Serena and I, the rest of the members grimaced and furrowed their brows as they leaned in further, to express the severity of the situation. Steve began, with his usual painfully realistic tone, “As you two may have heard, there’s rumors of human slave traders taking a route through the forest to reach Terra-Veinira—” before I could ask my obvious question, he answered as though reading my mind, “It’s a larger forested city—or would it be considered just a large town? Regardless, all you need to know is that place is a dangerous pain in the ass, and if you end up there, you’re most likely going to be in chains.” He let out a slight sigh, as if he expected me to take the news a bit more subtly, and without as severe facial expressions. I slightly gulped, and nodded in response, as we had reached a slight understanding. Well—I’ll take this warning more seriously, and avoid that fucking death trap of a city. He took a drink of what smelled to be some kind of ale, and continued, “The problem is that we don’t know if they’ll pass through our town, and if they do, we’re like a convenience store of men. As you may realize, men are in scarcity here, and women are in control. Meaning, we’re like rare diamonds, or gold, and everyone wants a piece.” He took another swig of ale. “So what you’re saying is that we either have to hide like pussies, or hope they don’t actually come through here?” I questioned. He looked down with some remorse, before answering, “I think you’re going to have the larger problem here. You see, it’s not just the slave traders we’re avoiding; it’s the people trying to intercept them. Now assuming our Crow-Tengu informant is correct in her assumptions, we’re fucked either way. We won’t be able to avoid the Jinko heading down our way, but we may be able to deter them by baiting them towards their interception.” He looked around, sighing and shaking his head slightly as he realized that not many of us understood what he was saying. “Why would we help them? Shouldn’t we hide—” before Serena could finish her question, Erica cut in, obviously just as informed as Steve. “We wouldn’t let them know we helped, we would just overview the traders, and when they passed town, we would reveal their location with fire. The Jinko are great hunters, so they’d most likely find the traders quickly, and be done with their search.” She moved over to Steve, and grabbed onto his arm as he continued. “Basically, the enemy of our more threatening enemy is our greatest asset.” He took a swig, feeling pretty proud of his new rendition of the popular ‘enemy is my friend’ saying, along with his plan. I, being the smart-assed cynic that I was, questioned the means to reach these eventual ends. “How are we going to manage that—especially without being discovered?” He pulled out a raggedy, rough, unfinished map of our forest, and described our path of attack. “The problem is that you’re here—no offense. The enemy won’t take someone as old as me, but they’ll see your fresh blood as perfect slave material. We need to stop them before they even notice you exist, or chances are they’ll make our settlement here the new ‘Terra-Veinira Resort.’” He took another drink, and pointed to our location on the map, a slight, barely noticeable clearing in the brush of the trees. “Here’s where we are,” he dragged his finger across the map towards the grasslands near Alnor, showing a marked blue X with a line dragging from it. “This is an unmarked town—mainly used for slave shipment to other locations, especially the underground city. The line is a depiction of their ‘ideal’ path, or rather, the most effective path they would take if trying to quickly cut through towards Terra-Veinira.” He looked up with a serious frown covering the slight wrinkles across his face. “The problem is… The Jinko. They’re already here, just not openly.” What the fuck…? I thought we had some time—a chance to get out… Now all of us are going to be attacked? Or worse… Enslaved? He took one final sip from his mug, and placed it aside. “We have 2 scouts who’ve informed us that the main collection of Jinko is up here…” He drew a circle in red—the circle, just inches away from the village on the map, but far enough away in actuality for them not to find us. “Here’s our real problem. We need to draw them further from us, to avoid a conflict right next door.” Before he could continue after a final sigh of distress, Margaret cut in. “You guys are being ridiculous,” the whole room turned to her as she leaned back and smirked slightly, continuing, “You know… If we just throw ‘JB’? Was that your name? Whatever… If we throw him away for now, and let him run back towards the underground city, he can escape, and none of us will be in danger. Right now, he’s just dragging us down with him… Kind of like—” “That’s Enough!” Steve cut her off, and she reluctantly dropped her smirk, and clicked her teeth at me. I know she’s being harsh, but she’s right… If I were to head north, based on this map, there’s more forest I could cut through. I could take some materials from here—namely food and water, before trekking off and saving all the kids here… What are you thinking JD? They’re offering to protect you, and you want to throw that away for some kids… Who are you… No-No, It’s the right thing to do. If things don’t work out, the risks are too high. I’ll see what Steve has planned. While I was confirming my options, they had covered the first part of the plan, so I acted as though I heard them, and listened in for Steve’s conclusion. “Finally, after we’ve dropped the bundle, Serena will light the fire with a torch she can carry, and their location will be lit up like the northern lights. Two birds with one torch.” He looked around for approval towards the plan, and everyone, besides me, began to clap. I quickly clued in, and joined them. “JD, don’t worry. We’re going to work this out. They won’t be coming through until tomorrow evening anyway, so we’ve got time.” Steve reassured me. Everyone looked around, and released sighs of relief at the realization that Steve’s plan had a chance. He stood up, rolled the raggedy map into a tube, and proclaimed, “Meeting adjourned.” We all stood up, and I rushed to Serena as she left the room. Margaret snickered, and the others just solemnly shook their heads in approval towards me, before heading to their respective houses. Considering everything was so closely bound together—even the houses—in this town, I was surprised this group separated so far out across the boardwalks. Serena and I shared the same guest holding, but there were two semi-defined rooms that kept our relationship in check. She undressed in the other room, and lay in her bed, wearing very little. I noticed she wasn’t asleep, so as I, myself, disrobed and threw my single sheet of cloth over my body, dull heat warming me, I began to pester her about my situation. “Serena, you awake?” I questioned. … No response, but I think I could hear her reaching for her journal. “Look, I’m not going to give you any insight into my species right now, so you may as well just lay down and put the journal aside for now.” I enforced my stance with a slight knock on the wooden planks connecting our rooms. I could hear her rustling around a bit, before pushing her journal aside, and laying back down. “Yes, I’m awake.” She finally responded. “Great… Mind if we talk a bit.” I uncomfortable pleaded. “Not really, but about what?” She asked in concern. “Would—“ I could barely force the words out, but I continued, “Would things be safer if I did what Margaret was suggesting… You know… left?” … Further silence, nothing but empty wind and rustling trees from outside hitting the walls entered my ears, until I heard Serena sigh slightly, before responding, “I think whatever you think is right will end up working.” For such a typically desensitized girl, she does have a way with words when it matters. “Thanks, Serena. Good night.” I proclaimed. “No problem. See you tomorrow.” She responded, immediately hitting a sense of slumber. What was I worrying about—things will work out. I drifted into a thick coat of slumber as my body hit a sense of limbo and my mind floated off into the world above me. “You just hurt everything you start, *****. How could *** do **** ** *** ******!?” An angered, teenaged voice yelled. “Look, I did everything *** *****, ***** me and ** **** *****.” The same burly man from last night’s dream responded. “You just ruin everything…” The feminine voice said as the space fell apart, and the meeting hall opened up in my dream space. What the hell… There’s fire, and I’m being dragged away… Steve is—oh god… “You just ruin everything…” the words emanated in my mind as I saw this horrific scene. The entire shantytown was falling apart at the hinges, and because of a failed plan. I know that thinking negatively is part of my nature, but this was a new level. It felt like a premonition, regardless of the truth. Fires wages, children dragged deeper in the forest, and Jinko ravaging the halls. The body I was viewing from turned around, and I saw Erica, holding Steve. She sobbed, and wept, and as the tears flowed creating a river of sadness—pushing me away—she looked towards me in anger. She began to open her mouth, and I saw the words mouthed through her lips, even though all sound drowned out in that moment. …. “You just ruin everything…” I broke my eyes open in terror, and slowly pushed up, grabbing my face, and feeling my tears… The pain of losing others burned through my mind, and left my body in a cold sweat, only heated by the warm winds still hitting the room’s interior. Shit, so it’s still only about 1 Am, eh? If I’m going to do this… I have to do it now. I quietly grabbed my clothes, dressed myself, and raided the house’s dining area for whatever was there. To my surprise, berries, dried meat, and some flasks of fresh water sat under the “Special preserves” looking section of the open holding slots. I pulled what I could carry out, and then went back again, laying it out on the bed. Berries for days, at least 20 meals worth of dried meat, that’s 10 days, 14 medium sized hide flasks, all recently filled with water from the spring. That’s enough for 8 days of travel? More if I can survive on my own—but I’ll just round it out to 10, assuming I can at least find a spring of fresh water somewhere on my way. Alright, and if I take this hid vest and use it as the “exoskeleton, with the straps being the arm holes, and pin it to the cloth shirt left out from yesterday, then I have a pseudo-bag. I’m ready. I laced the bag with what would fit in, unfortunately leaving at least one small pile of berries. I was no technician, but I was proud of my craftsmanship. I managed to formulate a method for pinning the cloth to the hide with metal points used for arrows and hunting. This led to a makeshift backpack, rickety, but one that wouldn’t fall apart easily. I approached the door slowly, and realized I had no clue how to get down. I dug through my mind for any glances at a way down, and realized towards the back of the meeting hall, there was a hollowed section of a thick fir tree, probably where they climb up. I slipped out, peering, but it seemed nobody was awake, as I looked up to the cool lighting of the moon, reminiscent of being underwater, I regretfully contemplated my conscience, and the goodness of my deeds. For once, I was helping others aside from myself, and… I honestly liked being alone at the time. I reached the meeting hall, and crept down the tree, noticing the moon dropping in the sky. It looked as though I had around two hours left—plenty for getting distance. The tree was hard to slide down, but not impossible, and I dove further in. I slowly inched down, realizing they made it this way to avoid having people easily climb up/down it, and as I neared the bottom, I just dropped. I made a somewhat clear mental map of where the Jinko are supposed to be… I think? Fuck—JD, now is not the goddamn time to be wasting your talents when it comes to memorizing shit… You’re sort of directionally challenged, but they were obviously to the right of our location, right and down. That means they’re south east of the town, and so you should head northwest… Fuck yeah! I got this. I pushed on the soft grass, feeling good to not be on wood any longer, and I pushed forward, using the central tree as my center in choosing where to go. I found my orientation, and moved the opposite way from the Jinko camp, heading up towards the desert… It concerned me to go through the desert at the time with limited recourses, so I tried my best to stick along the forest, and cut up through the mountains. The mountains will be more barren and dangerous than the forest, but not impossible to get through… like the desert. The problem is the map only showed what the start of each of the areas looked like, barely revealing any of what the locations had to offer. How the fuck… do I use this information? I can reach the mountains, but hearing that the underground city has slaves—human slaves—human male slaves, is not very reassuring. I’d have to just trek past the depth of the city, and hope I’d reach somewhere with living people… I had ventured far enough off at this point to no longer see the village, and as I continued walking, I believed my actions were helping the group. I journeyed towards the deep bristles of the pines, and assumed I had moved maybe half and inch on the map… It had been about an hour and a half of just walking through grass, watching trees, but I was fine with it at the time, because it garnered some safety for the Shantytown—and Serena. The air grew noticeably cooler, as I pondered my next moves on this island. I was well dressed for warmth, but the cold? Well, it wasn’t too bad, just slightly uncomfortable, which I could deal with. The dawn break cut through the sky, and purged the island of the dull comfort the moon once laid upon it. As the sun’s warmth drew nearer, but not very near, as the sky was still dark blue, I sat down for a moment, and looked at the clearing I was in. Beautiful… When you give something up for someone, they say you get some kind of payment for doing so. I always thought of it as a give-take kind of thing, but this shit is awesome. Gorgeous forest, avoiding conflict, saving others, and tons of food… It’s a win, win, and win for everyone. I cannot believe I even considered putting them all at risk, especially considering that I’m fine, and will b— A rustle from the tree line gave way to a creature approaching the clearing from the woods, and I threw myself behind a stone sitting towards the edge of the clearing to avoid its direct line of sight. Fuck—Fuck—Fuck! I’m so fucked right now! Okay… Oh-fucking-kay… I’m going to keep my eyes on it, and when it leaves, I’ll dart for the other side of clearing. The creature clawed at the ground, and sniffed the surrounding area before peering around the tree line, and talking to itself. “I could have sworn—They told me that the slave traders caught word and wanted to leave early… I smelled something, and could have sworn I something.” The feminine creature murmured in frustration. Shit… I slowly pushed my hand on the grass, as quietly as possible, and leered over the side of the rock, before quickly hiding again as it began to stare at me. That’s a fucking tiger-woman… Is this what a Jinko is? Shit… So my dream must have been wrong… I imagined them as being reptiles or club-wielders like Diana, but not fucking tigers… Shit… I calmed my breathing as best as I could, and footsteps began leaving again as I heard the creature murmur something along the lines of, “Nothing here… Damn.” to herself. I reached over, and looked into the clearing. Nothing but streaming water hitting the rocks just outside the clearing made any sound, and the creature had appeared to leave. Safe… I’m fucking Safe… Now just time to gather my things. I let out a sigh, and turned back to my things when I was met with a fearsome pair of eyes. Four paws, a woman’s body, rugged abs, long dark brown hair, and a scar down her tiger-influenced arm… She stared me down, at what could have been eight feet in my eyes at the time—being that I was flooded with fear. She squatted down and smiled slightly, before a conniving grin stretched across her face, and she tackled me down before I could hop up. She held me down, and clawed into my skin in rage, as she grabbed my neck with one hand and propped by up against the stone. Sharp pane surged down my spine, and my body grew number as her claws surged into my skin and pierced my will. I was beaten, and exhausted. Fuck… Here comes an eternity of slave hood, JD Just as I thought she’d knock me cold, and drag me back to the camp, she sighed slightly, pushed harder against me, and grabbed my face with her free hand. She blushed ever so slightly, and moved in on my face, inspecting the areas with slight blood from our little wrestling match. She opened her paw, to attempt and avoid scarring me, and she wiped my dull, light brown hair aside. She then pressed her paw against my cheek, and moved in for the kill. Her soft, rosy red lips pushed up against mine, and she closed her eyes. She held there for a short while before returning, taking a breath in. “Well, that was exciting.” She exclaimed in suspended disbelief. She looked at me excitedly, and licked my wounds slightly. Is this fucker mental? She just cut me up, and then tried to—Oh… this is the ‘rape’ they’d all been referring to… So that’s why there are male slaves… Mating season. Motherfucker… I’m not your sex toy. Her excited expression suddenly returned to her anger fairly quickly, and she remarked, “Where were you planning on running, sweetheart?” I wonder if she’ll think I’m dead if I just don’t respond. That’d be nice. “Playing dead? That’s adorable, but I don’t have time for it.” She replied as she revealed her claws once again. She began to press them against my skin, and I immediately complied. “I was running north, to avoid being caught by the Jinko.” I responded. “Well, look how that turned out for you.” She craftily retorted. “Yeah, well you’re the one who just made out with me, shows your standards.” I argued back. Are you actually suicidal, JD? First provoking her, and now arguing with her? You’re honestly such a dumbass. She angrily glared into my eyes with her sharp, feline leer for a moment before smirking ever so slightly, and beginning to laugh. “Ahaha, I like people who have a bit of fight in them.” She smiled, rubbed my hair, and continued, “You’re heading north, right? I could possibly… Let this escape go… if I were to join you?” She finished, somewhat bashfully. Is. She. Fucking. Kidding? Well… I don’t have much of a choice here, and it’s not like saying no will get me anything but shackles… I’ll play along, and run when I have a chance. I removed my grimace, and calmly responded, “Well, I’ll consider it, if you let go of me… Ahaha.” We were both quite amused—her more so than me, but we ultimately both stood up, and while she watched me like prey, I tried to think how I could use her Well, for now… My best option is to wait things out, and take my chances with her. Heck… I may end up enjoying it. As we ventured further north, the dawn break guiding our journey, the shantytown was filled with sorrow—and that was for everyone, including Margaret. Have fun. |
YaN333Jul 1, 2014 3:57 AM
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| So the Jinko is a deserter? eh works for me lol. You're very hard on yourself man lol, have a little confidence and maybe you wont have as many awkward silences; also, MGs like confidence in a man when they're raping him ^^.... Interesting chapter, looking forward to the next :3 |
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| I am curious about underground city mentioned if this is suppose to be Blacksky :-) |
| Signature removed. It was too good for this cruel world. |
| Gotta love the bitchy bee ù_ù |
"You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
Chapter 3: Passing Truth—Powerless I need to… I need to just do something to make sense of this shit… to mentally sum up my situation… or something. “Hey, can we take a break up here?” I questioned like a subordinate pleading to their master. The tigress nodded her head to slightly to the left, directing towards a nearby river. She turned to me, raised her right paw out, telling me to wait, and proceeded on all fours. Rushing towards the clearing just aside the river, she hopped from bush to bush, prowling for any potential threats to her new ‘possession.’ After she was fully satisfied with the current situation, she proceeded to the back of the clearing, on top of a mound, allowing her to oversee the break. “Alright, come—sit, get whatever rest you need.” She regretfully responded. Hmm… Maybe if I act more pathetic, she’ll lose interest? As this thought flew across my mind, I noticed her eyes—fixed on me, licking her lips in excitement and pleasure. She tilted her head slightly to the side for a better angle, and stayed, unblinkingly. Yeah… She’s not losing interest any time soon—or ever. Regardless, I needed this, so I’m glad she delivered. Time—just unwavering time to think about my situation. I mulled over what had transpired since my arrival a short two days ago on the island, and considered my future actions and decisions. I began mentally questioning myself—reminiscent of an interrogation, and delved into the core of what had happened. Let’s see… JD, were you molested since your arrival on the island? Yes. How many people have you met? Shit… How many um… Serena, Erica, Steve, Bitchy-Bee, Diana, Nadia, and… Oh holy hell… I don’t know this Jinko’s name…. I slowly turned up towards her, in fear of facing her lustful gaze once more, and my fear was rectified as I softly asked her, “Hey, what’s your name, by the way?” She looked very pleased by my question, but somewhat disdained at the thought of stating her name. She slowly nodded her head in compliance, and responded, “Avisera… My name is Avisera.” She blushed slightly—out of her character—and motioned towards me. What is she…? Oh, she wants me to tell her my name. Alright, I’m game—I guess. I gave her a look of realization as I responded, “I’m JD, nice to meet you—formally.” We both smiled ever so slightly, showing our mutual reliance. She required me for her own personal guise and pleasure, and she was going to be my way of surviving. Where was I…. Oh yeah, Serena, Erica, Steve, Bitchy-Bee, Diana, Nadia, and Avisera. That makes seven. Seven people, one man besides me… Alright, next question: Where have you been? A shantytown, and forested areas… That’s about it, I guess? Where are you going? North… Where? Not really a clue, but this Jinko knows her way around, so things should be fine… Alright, now finally: How did you get here? Well I think I just woke up her—Agh—Fuck, my head hurts. How—How did I get here? I don’t really remember… F-Fuck… I’ll skip it for now. It has to come to me at some point. That’s everything… My whole mental checklist is complete, and it seems not much has really happened. I pulled my bag aside, withdrew one of my flasks full of water, and took a sizeable swig from it. Fluid rushed down my dry throat and rejuvenated my being. I was fresh and clean again, with more energy than I had been without much fluid. As I placed the flask gently back on my unraveled bag, and reconnected the cloth to the hide, Avisera began approaching me—on all fours. I placed the neatly fixed bag to my side, and wiped my brow for a moment, before returning my site to the originally occupied mound. Where the hell did she— That’s when I noticed the gorgeous tigress, sprawled on all fours in front of me. She once again tilted her head ever so slightly, and blushed—cheeks flushed rosy red—as she gazed straight into my eyes, and moved in. Woah—Woah—Woah … What the hell? Does she just get horny randomly? I leaned back to avoid her pressing her soft, plump breasts against me, and she reacted by grabbing me and staring intently into my eyes. “Why are you running, JD?” She pleaded mischievously. Fuck, this girl is serious… “Why don’t we get moving, we’ve only walked for about half a day, so we haven’t made it too far… We should—” I was interrupted by Avisera’s soft lips, as she sharply lunged in and placed a kiss against my lips. “Why so shy,” she giggled, “I’m not that scary, am I?” She joyously questioned. Shit—Shit—Shit… Keep it in your pants, you bestiality-driven lunatic, JD! She pressed further up against me, laying her head on my chest, and rubbing her fingers gently up my shirt. Her plump, large breasts reached my chest, and she rolled from one side of me to my center, pushing me down flat on the grass in the process. Her tail was wagging ferociously, and her tongue slightly hanging between her puckered lips, in an expression of pleasure. The night fell sooner than I suspected, and just as things were rapidly jetting forward, I pulled tight to my senses, and pleaded to her, “Avisera,” I whispered, her face expressing pleasure at hearing her name—surprisingly, “I still have a bit of pain left over from those wounds I got earlier… from you, and they sting pretty bad. I’m sorry, but could be just rest here for now?” I finished solemnly, and her tale dropped—if only for an instant. She pushed off of me, and slowly walked away to the river, the moonlight layering her path in dull blue streaks of melancholy. She planted herself into a rock in the river, and dipped her feet in, staring up at the moon as she soaked her feet. My god… She’s pretty attractive—but why is she reacting like that? She slowly turned her head towards me, whimpering ever so slightly in the process. She slowly opened her mouth, but the words did no flow out, leading to her glaring at me, mouth gaping. She slowly closed her lips again as her cheeks flushed further and her head dipped towards her feet. She looks concerned… I should try to—no, let her deal with her own problems… You’re getting too involved, JD. Just let her initiate whatever she needs to. Her head quickly corked upwards, eyes glued to me, relaxing. She licked her lips quickly before pleading, “A-Am I not good enough?” Her ears falling, and her gentle, light brown arms tipping into the water as she sighed in relief of asking her question. So that’s it… You made her feel worthless, and now she’s all— “You know why they call me Avisera?” She questioned, cutting me off from continuing my thoughts. Silence fell over the clearing before she wiped her face softly, looked up to the moon, and stared back at me. “Most of the girls from my tribe were named after their relatives—or those who resemble the girls. Typically these relatives or resemblances are meant to fill the girls with pride. They decide on names from greatly respected individuals.” She pooled some water in her palm, stared down at it, and then let it fall gently from her fingers. “So, do you know why they call me Avisera?” She questioned, once again. “I-I umm… Was it your grandmother, or a great fighter?” I guessed. She snickered slightly, and showed the scar running down her right arm. She opened her mouth slowly, and responded, “Avisera was a traitor who left with a man when she was young—only to be hunted down by slave-traders, and killed for treason to the tribe. Apparently traders from Terra-Veinira were alerted of her via a sizable bounty, and exterminated her promptly.” She wiped her eyes, but no tears came out. “Well, why did they name you after her?” I questioned, obliviously. She took more water, and splashed her face softly with it, before responding, “Because of those events years back, the term ‘Avisera’ was branded in my tribe as meaning: ‘Worthless, Useless, and Unnecessary.’” She welled up in tears every so slightly at this point, before continuing, “they brand 4 girls in every generation within our tribe as the ‘Avisera’ they are then treated as slaves in their own right, and are branded with scars.” She finished. “Is it an attempt to garner control? To invoke the tribe members with fear?” I questioned. She hopped over, and sat down across from me. She sighed slightly, and shrugged her shoulders while responding, “Possibly, but I wouldn’t know. In all honesty, I think it’s to display the power to cities like Terra, where power between races is an important way of defining class. You know, if they show that their tribe is strong enough to waste 4 children each generation, it raises the prowess of those unbranded within the tribe.” She closed her eyes slightly, and crawled over to me, covering my lukewarm body. She’s been dealing with these emotions all her life—and I made her feel worse by rejecting her… Fuck, I—I don’t know what to do. I slowly turned around, and responded to her soft cuddling by holding onto her every so softly. We fell asleep lying loosely in each other’s arms—calm, and warm. “If you don’t fucking ***** this ******** *** with **** *****, well… I **** **** no ****** but ** ***** you, and **** ******” The rough, fatherly voice proclaimed. “B-But if I ***** this ****, then ** **** **** be ** ******” The familiar, burly voice responded… However, this time, the burliness dissipated as he continued talking, devolving into a dull, vague sense of insecurity. “Whatever, it’s **** *******, and * **** **** any **** ** **** *****! Get out, *** ***** ****.” The fatherly voice screamed. Both voices faded, and I couldn’t help but claw for more as I willed myself to stay in this dream a moment longer—to understand these words that kept dissolving into the world in vague mysteries. However, I was plunged into a pool of thick water—like drowning in slime, as I looked up to the moon, and saw dull, red lights flashing towards my eyes. I began to rise, and just as I was to enter this new realm, my eyes roughly opened. |
YaN333Jul 1, 2014 3:58 AM
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| well I can't help but be interested in whatever broken dialogue is going on in your mind. I'm not going to even offer a guess as to what's going on in it lol. Don't be mean to the tigers my boy, lest you anger the lions and bears... oh my.. :3 But seriously, I like the character's development so far, and I like that you have her crawling on all fours for frequently lol, idk what I like about that but I like it anyways :P |
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| Voices. Everyone have voices in their heads! |
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| :3 mine speak to me in Spanish so I wont understand them |
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greatgreenman said: :3 mine speak to me in Spanish so I wont understand them Daniel Tosh, nice to meet you. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Hey, just wondering for those few of you actually reading -- Do you think I should make the chapters a fair bit shorter? Right now the average chapter is around 2600 words and chapter 1 is 3263, so I just wanted to know if it was too much for you guys. If so I'll make them slightly shorter, so it's easier to stomach. Thanks guys. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| i like long chapters |
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| I don't mind long chapters, even if I break up my own into shorter ones lol |
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| I totally loved it ù_ù |
"You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
| I started reading this several days ago before I realized that I wanted to wait until I had a bit of time to let my mind settle first. Glad I did. This is fucking great! You're doing a great job of pulling me into the scenes with the solid description, I love the feel of your MC's observations and inner commentary, and I like that I have no idea where this is going...leaving me with a healthy desire for more. I don't feel qualified to comment on chapter length...my last one was over 18k words, but we here at the textwall committee would be happy to welcome a new member--especially when the wall is of such fine construction. There are lots of things I like about this. Will definitely be following =) |
emeraldtryst said: I started reading this several days ago before I realized that I wanted to wait until I had a bit of time to let my mind settle first. Glad I did. This is fucking great! You're doing a great job of pulling me into the scenes with the solid description, I love the feel of your MC's observations and inner commentary, and I like that I have no idea where this is going...leaving me with a healthy desire for more. I don't feel qualified to comment on chapter length...my last one was over 18k words, but we here at the textwall committee would be happy to welcome a new member--especially when the wall is of such fine construction. There are lots of things I like about this. Will definitely be following =) Thanks for the kind words, my friend. I'm really excited that you're not ending your writing with the conclusion of your first story. Best of luck with your new stuff. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| On another note: Considering I'm gonna be disappearing in Japan for like 19 days from August 17th-September 6th, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say I should probably prepare backlog--something like 4-5 chapters of excess for someone else to post while I'm gone? Like every few days... What do you guys think? |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Well if you find someone you trust (or an admin) and ask them, it shouldn't be an issue I guess. Chime has helped in the past with other ppl and he helped move most of the stories over here anyways. I'd ask him |
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Chapter 4: New Path—Survivalist I awoke with a soft, hot sensation permeating my drearily, sleepless disposition—my palms gripping around the plump, juicy, bouncy masses of flesh, titillating and engrossing. The tigress blushed roughly, and sprang back in a fit of surprise, landing on the mound behind her. I slowly rubbed my eyes with my forearm, as I shook my head, and drudgingly forced my vision into focus, noticing the shocked, half-naked tigress lying in front of me. I lifted my hands in front of me, and slowly turned them so that my palms were facing me. Did I just—Shit, that felt… nice… I leered over at her body, sprawled upon the mound, gently licking her lips, and glaring into my eyes. Our mutual stare created a sense of lustful confusion, as we sat silently. Neither party wished to talk, as we met at a loss for words, and she moved up, stretching her back out. After cracking her neck with two swift tilts, she turned her gaze to the river, blue and glistening on the morning dew, before asking, “Would you like to bathe?” Is she asking if I’d bathe with her? I mean, fuck… should I? It’s not going to feel comfortable, but it should further her trust in me—and possibly give me a chance to slip away… No… No—No. Fucking. Way. I’m not doing it. I need to calm my sexual frustration down at some point today, so that I can keep everything on the low-down. I slowly pulled my gaze towards the water, and then directed my eyes towards her, before responding, “Frankly, I think we should just focus on getting north right now… Slave traders are bound to be up our asses in no time.” She slowly drew one of her claws across her lips, before continuing, “You are probably right. We should get going… I’ll quickly dip in to wash my scent off, while you pack things up.” “Alright, sounds like a plan.” I finished. We both continued forward into our activities, which were remedial towards our uncomfortable, lazing silence. She slowly dipped into the water, checking behind her before disrobing, to ensure I wasn’t peaking—or rather, that I would. I disregarded her petty ploys, before unveiling my pack, filing through the contents, and taking a swig of water from my typical morning dry throat. As I finished, shut the flask, and began pinning the metal arrowheads back upon the back, to lock it into the hide, I noticed that the holes were beginning to widen, meaning they would be useless for holding this makeshift excuse for a bag together in a few days. Well—That puts a bit of a limit on the time we can take before reaching a town. I’ll ask her when she’s finished how long we are from any noticeable towns. At that point, we just have to persevere to reach the town in a few days. I heard the plopping sound of a body leaving water, so I questioned, “Hey, Avisera,” she reacted with a slight hum before allowing me to continue, “how far do you think we are from the nearest town—in our route?” She took in a deep sigh, before reluctantly answering, “It’s Terra-Veinera… It would take about two days to reach there—but I’d suggest otherwise. Men don’t enter that city without being bound in chains.” She looked far more frightened than I had ever seen her to this point. “Is there anywhere else we could go?” I pleaded, in grave distress. She slowly turned towards me, funny dressed, but somewhat wet, and bent over, with a stick in hand. She poked it into the dry dirt, drawing a grainy, wavy coating towards the center, before expanding out with blank space, and points resembling mountains. She didn’t draw much to the side of us, however, which left quite a lot to the imagination. I slowly looked up at her eyes, locked in focus, and questioned, “What is this for…?” She tossed the stick aside, and pointed out her sharp claw, as she drew an x around the center of the grainy section. She continued by creating a jagged line ranging from the x towards the end of the grainy portion, and drawing a few small dots in different areas in the general vicinity, before drawing a circle around them—forming somewhat of a pod. She ran her finger across the line, and explained thoroughly, “This darker section is the forest we’re in, and this ‘X’ symbolizes our location, while the lighter, more blank space symbolizes the grasslands, and are home to Alnor: a threshold of slavery, along with other towns.” She slowly gulped in before looking into my eyes, empathetically, and proclaiming, “These dots are Terra-Veinira, and each symbolizes a part of the city. From the Jinkos, like myself, to the Ryu, everyone is part of what we call ‘The Harmony.’” Her voice died down further and further with each word, So it’s not one large city, but rather a bunch of interconnected, smaller tribes? I guess that’s how they hide their slave market—through small towns with interconnecting underground routes. “Why do they call themselves ‘The Harmony’?” I inquired. She gently brushed her shiny, hazel hair off her face, and pointed towards the center of the circle. She then slowly pieced what she was going to say together, and responded, “This is called ‘The Fire,’” she dragged her finger across from the fire and drew 6 lines to each of the different dots, before continuing, “It’s a central meeting ground for the 6 different tribes, and acts as a transaction point for slaves and recourses. There’s the Ryu, the Jinko, the Werecats, the Oomukade, the Blue Oni, and the—“ She stopped part way through, and finished, “the point is—we should avoid it, and so we’ll take the longer route around and pass through a small town up north.” Okay, why did she fucking stop after the Blue Oni? You know what—screw it, I don’t care, and I won’t have to deal with it. Let’s just get going. I nodded in response, and slowly stood up, stretching my back in the process. I arched my back to a slight curve, and released a soft yawn, before proceeding to pick up my bag, and motion for us to leave. **************************************** Okay, time for a little game I call rock counting. There’s one… oh, look another… This is fantastic, three rocks in such a short time! I lazily stared to Avisera, who was pouncing from bush to bush as we passed through this forest path. The leaf cover above us was thin enough for dull green light to seep through, giving the effect of green specs of light floating down onto us. It was a beautiful spectacle, but not something I could fully appreciate at the time. I attempted to strike up a bit of conversation, noticing that while Avisera was jumping all over the place, she looked bored. I began, “So, what can I expect up north?” laughing ever so slightly towards the end. She stopped jumping around, checking for other girls, and as I continued walking forward, she moved right up to me, and began walking beside me. Her eyes were fixed on me, and she responded, “A lot more of me, that is for certain,” giggling, and grabbing onto my arm towards the end. “Well, I guess I have you to look forward to, but what about the cities.” I softly retorted. She smiled, gripped on tighter, and answered, “Aside from the capital of people hunting for guys like you, there’s Duskriver, the Bladetail Legion, and if we’re trying to get far away from here… I have a friend from the Amazoness tribe far north.” “How long will it take to get that far away from here?” I questioned, looking directly at her. As she stared back into my eyes, she responded, “About two weeks. Probably more, darling.” Okay—I was cool with the whole situation, but I’m not anyone’s fucking ‘darling.’ Nope, fuck that. I slowly stared back and said, “Well, hopefully we can speed things up, Avisera,” I rolled my eyes slightly and continued, “Given there are people hunting us, and what not…” I finished, sighing. She smirked under her teeth, and broke off from me, before running ever so slightly ahead, turning around, walking backwards, and responding, “Well, hopefully a certain weakling will be able to take care of himself—given he’s pretty cheeky,” she finished, giggling under her breath. We continued walking in this formation, silently. Her eyes fixed on me, while I gazed at our surroundings—further collections of shrubbery, grass, rocks, and moss coating the landscape. That rotten—is she fucking threatening me? If I don’t fucking stay with her, I’ll get killed? Fuck that I won’t—she’s right… Dammit! I smiled back, reluctantly, and widened my steps, in an attempt to reach her. She joyously grabbed back onto my arm, and we strutted along the forested path again. The light began hitting the leaves a lower angle, letting in a more yellow stream of colors, which tattered the greenery. I was astonished by the wildlife; or rather how everything fit together on this island, but that was to be expected from a guy without too many island pilgrimage experiences. “Well, considering there are supposed to be quite a few animal rapists out here—I’m surprised nothing bad has happened.” I proclaimed, puffing out air in a display of comedic humility. As she began to respond, more serious than me, quite a lot of rustling began in the tree line. She sighed slightly, and began to protrude her claws, while releasing me. “Stand still, okay?” She pleaded quietly, and I nodded in response. Suddenly, four larger, furry monster girls appeared, with what seemed to be honey covering their paws, and began to circle the two of us. Avisera evaluated their strength, and suddenly she turned her head to me and yelled; “Now!” the monster girls reacted by backing up slightly, but Avisera did nothing. She slowly leaned in towards me, and whispered, “Yep, these are grizzly. The problem is that I might not be able to stop them… Normally they’d be much calmer, so I think we should just make a break for it,” she finished, motioning towards a cut-away to thicker forestry on the left of us. The grizzly moved further and further in towards us, eyes in a complete and total daze. I readied myself to sprint, and as I did, I noticed that Avisera hadn’t moved a muscle since explaining our plan. What the hell… We need to get going, why is she—There’s no way, right? Is she actually planning on fighting these things? Okay, I’m going to give her a real fucking surprise. As the closed in on us one last time, Avisera finally slammed her lower paws on the floor, and screamed, “Now!” expecting me to run, as she went on all fours, and jumped one of them. Instead of running away, and leaving her, I began drawing them to the right—and they were walking slower than before, probably in a daze from the scream Avisera had just let out. What am I doing? Fuck it—I need her, and I’m not going to let her die on me. I noticed a small pond towards the edge of the clearing we were in. I figured that I could draw them to it, and then trick them into dropping in. They began picking up their pace, but in their large stature, it was hard for them to quickly pick up momentum, so I used that chance to reach the pond—ensuring Avisera was fine by glancing back at her. Shit—She finishes business quickly… She hasn’t noticed that I’m over here yet, so she’s running towards the left… Perfect, I can follow her soon. I initiated my little game of toro, by standing towards the edge of the pond as these sex-driven beasts charged at me, picking up speed gradually. I paced myself, and tried to find the best way to get past them, and make a break for Avisera. Okay, they’re all coming straight towards me—which means my best course of action would be…. To duck off to the side, and roll to the left from under them… Shit, I’ve got to time this perfectly. I lowered my stance, preparing myself to split step and dart off to the left, when suddenly, they were further up on me than I had anticipated, and were picking up speed much faster than I had expected. Oh shit! I waited just an instant before they were on me, lowered my stance even further, and kicked off with my right foot, preparing to roll with my left. The first two went just as planned, and fell far into the water, struggling to claw their way back up. The third, however, began slowly changing her course by turning to the left, without reducing her momentum. Shit, wait… I can duck and dodge and she’ll end up…. Perfect I grinned, and charged back towards her, as we were about to meet, I used the last of my strength, and dodged behind a tree, leading her to plow face first into it—knocking herself down in the process. I fell back against the tree, and released a slight laugh as I noticed they had torn me up pretty bad when I tried to roll under them the first time… Fuck… I need to head over to Avisera. I slowly inched towards the clearing, dreading each and every step as I forced my aching body towards my bad, and I fell against it. I exhaled hard, as I pulled out one of the flasks and took a swig of lukewarm water before wrapping it back up. I cannot imagine what would have happened if those things weren’t in that trance… Fuck, I need to prepare myself more for this kind of shit… Tricking some dumb animals to fall into water isn’t going to work again… Just as I pondered my possible downfall at the hands of some bears that got high on honey, I noticed a figure approaching me from the trees. I let out a sigh, and proclaimed, “Look, I don’t have time for anymore bullshit, so if you’re here to rape me or eat me, can you just ignore it for today?” Reluctantly admitting my defeat in the process. The figure stopped in front of me, grabbed me, and tugged me up, before promptly embracing me. Okay, what the fuck… Does this thing want to go on a goddamn cuddle fest? The woman, tall in stature, pushed me away slightly, while still keeping a tight grasp on me, and pleaded, “JD, don’t you ever pull that shit again—ever!” gasping for air, and obviously exhausted. As she finished, and pulled me in for a deep, engrossing kiss, my eyes fell, exhausted, and laid focus on the scarred paw of my good friend, Avisera. Thank god… It’s Avisera. I sighed slightly, and pushed her off of me, as I took in a deep breath, and replied, “Hey, you ready to get going?” Smiling as I finished. She grabbed my bag and slung it over her shoulder, as she pulled me in for another kiss, and proclaimed, “The next time you pull a stupid stunt like that—” I cut her off, and finished, “the next time I pull a stunt like that, I’ll either be raped or dead…and believe me, you’re currently the only one I could see pulling that off in the near future.” She giggled slightly, and began on all fours, motioning for me to get on her back, as she carried me towards a nearby cushioned, forested area, and laid us both down. The sun began to recede, and dull orange lighting filled the atmosphere with glee, as the tigress joined me in blissful relaxation. |
YaN333Jul 1, 2014 3:59 AM
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| You run into a sphix and you'll have completed the set. Oh my. When I started typing this comment, I'm sure I had something more interesting in mind than a horrible joke. The mind boggles, however, at trying to imagine a Ryu village--let alone one that is involved in slave trading. The slave merchants probably have it easy though. All you really need is a sign that says "You rape it, you bought it" and some trained pixies to fly around poking the wrong scales. (or right scales...depending on your perspective) |
emeraldtryst said: You run into a sphix and you'll have completed the set. Oh my. When I started typing this comment, I'm sure I had something more interesting in mind than a horrible joke. The mind boggles, however, at trying to imagine a Ryu village--let alone one that is involved in slave trading. The slave merchants probably have it easy though. All you really need is a sign that says "You rape it, you bought it" and some trained pixies to fly around poking the wrong scales. (or right scales...depending on your perspective) Well--Granted, I should probably read further into everything to do with the lore, but the whole idea is that they're separate, smaller tribes that have mutual objectives in regards to obtaining slaves--essentially preventing them from conflict. However, I do see a bit of a problem with the logic behind it, but I don't really think it's anything too major that I'd need to fix. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Okay I thought it was cute when she would jump around on all fours and seductively approach JD like that as well, but letting him Ride her? Welp I read it, nothing too constructive to add on my part ^^ |
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Chapter 5: Red Lights—Journeys There I stood, entrapped in a frozen moment—time slowly speeding up, and my eyes fixed on a medium sized man being hunted by three grizzlies. Everything moved as though the air was made of molasses, and I was viewing it from a distance, elevated from the scene. Time began returning, as the diluted mesh of greys and whites that crept into my spectrum of color were dissolved into bright, saturated greens and yellows; all complimented by a central blue ambience emanating from the pond behind this man. The grizzlies rapidly sped up, reaching his location quickly, eyes fixed on his body, and honey covering their hands—golden and crystal coated. I came to the realization that the man was in fact me, as they reached the positions I had duped them at the day prior. They each managed one final grumbling trod, before the scenery devolved into light greys, and frozen imagery. Similar to fantasies of going inside of a painting—nothing moved, nothing reacted, and nothing seemed to exist past the purpose of my viewing. I tried to reach out an arm, but I was nothing more than a mind reviewing a scene—without a body. My vision slurred and collapsed as it fell upon my body—being chased by grizzlies. Before I could recuperate within my new vessel, the scene initiated its color scheme once again, and the grizzlies came straight at me. I assumed I would be carried along, and avoid the attack, but I was knocked straight into the water—devoid of anything but the watery walls coating me, as my eyes shut on impact. Dull voices cut through the warm water, as slight red lights permeated the surface tension of the water, and refracted upon the glossy tone of the liquid underneath, creating a dull prism of red light around me. I looked from side to side, unnoticing of my environment, but astonished by the marvel engulfing me. Rising from the crystalline temple of liquid, I arrived at the surface of the water—revealing a reflection of myself, but something was off. The blurry, dull image ahead of me obscuring my vision, I noticed further stubble—and longer hair, but that was all I could gather. As this force pulled my out of the water, I arrived in an empty ally, dull red lights drawing my attention towards the main street, while in contrast, the brash, grey texture of the ground surrounding me pushed me away. I plotted my feet in a dirty puddle as I reached one arm on the moist, rough surface of what seemed to be a building. I gazed around, noticing people passing by abnormally—with each step; they jumped further and further, as if time were lapsing around me. I ran into the main street, being passed by those lapsing around me, until suddenly, a woman—or what I could only assume to be one, for her body was so hard to grasp and see, with blurry coats of rain covering her body and face—stopped in front of me. I attempted to move, but I was stuck as this woman stared at me for a moment, time still lapsing around us, before I disappeared from the scene. “**** is ***** to **** *** *****! Stop ****** ******!” The harsh, feminine voice pleaded. “I **** **** ****, *** * need ** ****** this ***, *** **!” The familiar man’s voice responded before the world around me disappeared… Fuck—What is all of that? Who… was that woman? I awoke, eyes coated in specs of crust, and body aching from exhaustion. I rolled my head on its side, and glared over at Avisera, bathing in peace, before quickly breaking my line of sight, and pushing up—eyes closing from pain in the process. “Agh… fuck that hurts…” I exclaimed, clutching my right arm with my left. Avisera turned from the small, rocky under cove, revealing a falling stream, and proclaimed, “Are you okay, JD?” while she began dressing herself. “Aside from a bear claw leaving a three-pronged scar down my arm, and my muscles being sore as hell, I’m fine.” I sarcastically responded. “Well, if you’re fine, then I’ll just start getting myself ready.” She snootily retorted. That little… Fine, we can both play that game. “Yeah, I’ll just push myself up… I hear over exhaustion can ruin a person’s sex drive, but it’s not like I’m going to be doing that anytime soon, right?” I confidingly interjected, standing up in the process. Within seconds, Avisera was dressed, and rushing over to me, assisting me to the stream. Bingo! I smiled slightly, and let out a soft laugh while saying, “Thanks for helping me up, Avisera.” She looked into my eyes intently, and ran her paw gently down my arm as she responded, “Well, make sure you wash up… we’re doing some climbing today.” Climbing? But we were just in the—Holy fuck…. I looked up to the stream falling down on me, as I undressed, and noticed the collection of mountains surrounding our current location. They gave way to further land ahead of us, but I couldn’t see much of it ahead of the large rock formations. I slowly turned my intent, amazed stare over to Avisera. When did she have time to…? Oh shit—she must have carried us throughout the rest of that day… I guess I really am much slower than she is when it comes to trekking through the forest. She pulled out a bit of my dried meat, and quickly scuffed it down. I noticed that within the bag, only small amounts of berries and meat were left, and so I decided to bring it up to Avisera. I slowly sighed, and yelled over, “Avisera, we may need to put a hold on the mountain trek!” She slowly turned her head towards the pack, and came to the same realization. She began on all fours, and yelled over, “I’m going to grab nearby berries, and meat from a small reservoir I saw close to here!” “All right!” I answered in compliance, and continued bathing. The thick, hard drops of water raining down from the stream seared my scars, but cleaned the dirt incasing them. I slowly, gently raised my arms, and allowed the cold water to clean the scum thickening around my arms and chest from days of neglect. The droplets hitting every so often alongside the stream felt like embers, shooting pulses of coursing pain down my core like droplets of wax from a candle. The cleansing of my soon-to-be-infected wounds served to rectify the drudging pain. Goddammit, this hurts like all holy hell on a fucking skillet. “Agh!” I screamed—biting my lip to stop it from releasing into the open, alerting any possible enemies. Fuck! This stings like raining salty lemon juice on a paper cut—dear lord, I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemies! I didn’t even think those grizzlies got me at first, but it looks like they nicked me pretty bad. Shot—I need to wrap this in something… I think there’s some extra rags I stuffed in the bag just in case, so I’ll use them. I finished triple-washing my wounds, to ensure I wouldn’t die from infection, and then proceeded to the bag, after dressing my lower half with my loose cloth pants. I dug through the bag, and under the remaining piece of dry meat—which I promptly consumed—laid a few rags. I grabbed them, and rapped one around my arm, tight as I could. I took six of the remaining eight rags, and tied them together, before rapping the scar along the left side of my chest. After doing which, I unpacked up the remaining water, and began filling the empty flasks from the mountain stream. “Ah, so much better” I murmured under my breath, as I took a deep swig of water. I returned to my pack, and sat down next to it, resting by back against a nearby tree. I rolled my shoulders, inched my stomach forward—stretching my back, and interlocked my fingers, pushing my hands in front of me, while cracking my knuckles. As I had done before, I began making a mental checklist—devising a plan once we reached the northern Amazoness tribe. Alright, well… It’s bound to be colder up north… So when we reach this nearby town, I’ll stock up on whatever clothes I can. The real problem is getting something to pay for all of that… I mean—unless, you don’t think… There’s no way I could get away with not paying just because I’m a human male, right? Ah, shit… Well, I’ll just try to whip up some kind of bartering bullshit when we reach the town. What to do with food? Stock up in the town, I guess—but from what Avisera has told me, it’s going to take for fucking ever to reach this tribe… Weeks—fucking weeks. That’s just ridiculous. We’re stopping in that town for at least a day when we get there. And for good measure we’ll— As I was thinking of a way to screw around with Avisera, she appeared from the grass, carrying a pile of dried up fish and berries. “Where—how…?” I questioned, dumbfounded. As she placed everything down in the bag, and packed everything in tight, she responded, “There’s these cool fish in some of the water reservoirs that dry right up when you cook them, making them easy to store. My tribe made them all the time. As for the berries, they’re just regular redleaf berries from the nearby shrubbery,” she finished, looking proud of her actions. I forced my jaw to close, and return from it’s awe filled position, as I responded, “W-Well that’s phenomenal,” I began, gulping slightly, before continued, “by the way, when we reach this town, how are we going to pay for rooms… and food… and such?” I awkwardly twiddled my thumbs while waiting for my ever-predicted assumption to come true. She sighed slightly, and responded, “Well, I think we could just stay there?” she answered, confused by my question. Wait… does she not know about paying people to do—Oh fuck… “Don’t worry about it, Avisera, it was a dumb question.” I responded, half-heartedly laughing. Okay—I wonder how far I’ll have to go for one night in an inn… with food? I hope I can cut it off at second base, because I’d like to refrain from being deemed a gigolo for the rest of my life. I slowly stood up, as we lifted the now heavy, stuffed pack, Avisera motioned for me to follow her lead, as she jumped between flattened parts of the rock face, allowing her to assist me up as I scaled it. Wait, is she just going to lift me the rest of the way? I slowly reached from crack to crack in the rock face, making my way up ever so slowly. She reached out a paw at each harder spot, and pulled me along with her. As we began traversing each clear, flattened part of the incline, reaching a zigzagging path uphill. She clenched onto the rocks and reached a clearing towards the top of the allegedly smaller rock face, atop which was another, more barren forest. We pushed onwards. ****************** Okay, we’ve been walking in this upper forest for 5 hours… it has to be near by… 5 days of traveling since I met her? I mean, that’s quite a lot, and yet— Once again, being caught against my own wishes, the situation captured my attention, breaking my train of thought. We faced a small town, with different monster girls inhabiting it, including Kikimora—like Erica. We approached the center of the town, and I couldn’t help but notice that two men were in the village, with different monster girls following them as they helped fix up what seemed to be a meal for the town’s members. “Welcome!” one of the men proclaimed, “and who might you be?” he questioned. I sized him up before answering, “I’m JD, a fellow human who’s frankly confused as hell… And this is Avisera,” I finished, motioning towards Avisera with my left hand. He smiled, grabbed my right hand in his dry, soft hand and exclaimed, “Well, we’re having dinner, would you care to join us?” Wait, we actually don’t have to pay? What the hell… There’s no fucking way... Avisera responded for me, as I was in a daze, and stated, “Yeah, that would be great,” with a smile on her face. We all sat at a larger table, and while the two men of the village were very open towards us, the female—monster girl members of the village avoided even the slightest course of eye contact as they dug into the deep, rich food. I noticed cow-women, cat-women, fox women, and the only one I knew by name—Kikimora. “So, why did you decide to come up here?” one of the men asked. “We just need a place to stay for a night or two—since we are trying to head north.” I responded. “Why do you need to head north?” the other questioned. “Well… We’re trying to avoid slavers who have been traversing these nearby forests in-route for places like Terra-Veirina,” I responded half-knowingly. The men fell a bit more silent as they scuffed down their food, and both looked at each other as they asked in unison, “Why don’t you just stay here? We’re not getting attacked by slavers anytime soon,” both letting out a laugh when it happened. Well, that’s because… Wait—why do we need to head so far north? We’re ages away from Steve, Serena, and the others now… This place is nice, too. I sighed gently, and responded, “Yeah sure, we could stay here a short while before heading off.” The lot of us enjoyed eating thoroughly, however Avisera and I indulged further. We were instructed to a room with a larger, roughly put together wooden bed towards the back of the small inn within the town. Avisera promptly disrobed, and got into the bed, and I reluctantly followed, sleeping facing away from her. Sweet dreams, I guess. “You shouldn’t be here… Disappear,” a voice reminiscent, in soft, feminine nature instructed. “No, I’m not going to ***** *** ***** **** this ***** of *****!” the familiar, male voice responded. Before anything further transpired, a sharp pain hit me, and the scene disappeared. Agh… fuck that hurt. What was—Oh my lord, it was Avisera… Dammit. The tigress lay, sprawled upon my side of the bed, digging a claw from her lower paw slightly into my back. I turned around, unhooking her claw, and got up, gently yawning in the process. I slowly walked outside, cupping my hands over my mouth to mask the cold, and looking around at the now dead silent town. The gentle scent of mint leaf from the nearby garden infused with the cold night air, forming a potent cold mist. This eventually awoke me through a process of deep, burning inhales and exhales filled with cold mint—like breathing tiny shards of ice. Well—may as well take a walk… As I slowly meandered around the town, I noticed that I could hear slight, gentle gusts of wind… even though the night sky seemed quite clear. I circled the village, searching for the source of these subtle noises. I couldn’t find anything, and stammered myself against a log. I should probably just head back inside… I’m tired as fuck anyhow. You know what, I’m just hearing things… I slowly left the log, and as I was heading back inwards from the outskirts of the town, the gust blew right behind me. I promptly turned right around, revealing a pair of jet-black, gorgeous wings, fluttering as the body of the girl dropped to the floor, a book in hand. |
YaN333Jul 1, 2014 4:00 AM
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
greatgreenman said: Okay I thought it was cute when she would jump around on all fours and seductively approach JD like that as well, but letting him Ride her? Welp I read it, nothing too constructive to add on my part ^^ It was more like a friendly piggyback because I couldn't really walk too well at that point--but yeah. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Hmm I wonder is Serena's return a good thing or a bad thing lol? |
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| First part written in grey is just amazing! Golden and extra points for being wordy! |
| Signature removed. It was too good for this cruel world. |
| Dat beautiful writing T_T |
"You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
SydoKiller said: Dat beautiful writing T_T Aw... Thank you. Would you prefer breakfast or dinner after that royal jock riding? <3 beast_regards said: First part written in grey is just amazing! Golden and extra points for being wordy! I just read through it again, lol. It was pretty late when I wrote it, so I'm definitely going to try to be more detailed the next time I do a grey section. greatgreenman said: Hmm I wonder is Serena's return a good thing or a bad thing lol? I guess we'll see in the extra-long chapter I'm working on posting by tomorrow. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
Chapter 6: New Lies—Old Meetings The wings of the beautiful girl curled around herself, to cover her from the cold, as she blew the hair away from her face, and looked directly at me. Her dark eyes reminiscing her fascination of the past as she tackled me, revealing gentle tears. Normally, this girl’s wrung-tight composure held her disposition at bay, but her emotions took control here. Both of us stood up, as I brushed the dirt off of my clothes, and she looked at me in surprise before explaining, “We-we thought you were captured! You’re alive, and free… Thank god. We were able to pull off our plan, and everything worked out—but then everyone concluded you were missing. Even Margaret was upset with your disappearance…” So everything worked out... Thank god I left when I did. I sighed gently, and responded, “Yeah, well… I just thought it would be safer for you guys to deal with it all, without as large of a target on your backs… So I left when I had the chance. Sorry for scaring you.” She refrained from the urge to take her journal out, and responded, “It’s okay,” as our eyes met, and laid fixed upon each other. “Were you up here searching for me?” I questioned, in dull happiness. She sighed reluctantly, and responded, “The others searched for two days with me, before we all stopped… I’m on my way up to my nest.” Serena actually has a fucking nest? What is this—a children’s book? I laughed, covering my mouth to avoid making too much noise, and proclaimed, “Well, be sure to bring back some books when you return.” She smiled, grabbed a drink of water from the town well, and explained, “I’ll be back down here in about four days, so would it be possible for you to stay a bit longer?” I looked down at my feet, pondering whether or not Avisera would care, and decided to comply, responding, “Yeah, sure.” She smiled, and took off in the black of night, as I continued back towards the town, washing my face in the well, in an attempt to wake myself up, noticing the sun radiating down its young, yellow light upon the town. I slowly stretched up, releasing the residual tension from my meeting with Serena, and returned to the room, lying back in the bed. The soft cushion of fabric soaked up the soreness within my shoulders, and as I drifted into sleep, a knock came on the door waking Avisera up, as she grabbed onto me in fright. “Ugh… Fuck… Can you let go for a second, Avisera?” I questioned in complete exhaustion, continuing, “Who’s there?” The door sprung open, and two girls rushed in with a kick in their step, forcing Avisera and me to get ready. We both motioned for them to leave, and they did promptly, but in a bit of confusion. I moved to the other side of the room, and changed into new clothes, making sure to snag a heftier coat, and toss it in the newly formed hide bag I had fashioned from the scraps of hide in the drawer. I finished packing stuff into the bag, and threw it towards the corner of the room. Before I could turn around, Avisera rubbed up on me from behind, turned me around, cheeks flushed, and kissed me. Okay—what the living hell just happened? “Oh yeah, that’s good…. Let’s just get dressed and walk outside, no?” and then wham, I get fucking kiss-raped. Whatever, I’ll just deal with it. I pushed her back slightly, smiled, and asked, “What’s gotten into you? Pretty lively in the morning?” She giggled, and let out a feline noise, before responding, “I was just excited that we spent the night in a bed.” She’s excited about a bed? What the—Oh… assuming she came from a “tribe” I don’t know if they had the best sleeping arrangements… We both slowly paced our way outside, and I noticed everyone gathering by the same outdoor tables, with food set up and all. The two guys, Carl and Blaine, invited us to eat, and the girls were finally opening up a bit. The Kikimora smiled gently, and poured some coffee for me, as the fox-girl, who informed me she was an ‘Inari,’ started some small talk. “So, where did you guys come from?” she asked. We didn’t come from the same place… For fucks sa— Avisera put down her mug, and responded, “Well, I’m from…” she sighed and continued, “I’m from Terra-Veinira.” And now you’ve thrown the gauntlet… Nice play, kitty-cat. The table fell silent, and a resounding tension trembled through each sip, bite, and clunk as the mugs hit the table. Carl attempted to bring back the conversation, but was so dumbfounded he was unable to speak at all. Well—If he can’t do it, I guess I’ll take a crack at it. I took one last sip of coffee, crisp and warm, and cut through the silence, “We… met up outside a shantytown down south of here. Trust me, she’s not a slave trader, and neither am I.” Everyone coughed up a little bit, aside from the Kikimora and Inari sitting beside me, and Blaine responded, “Well, that’s good to know. If you were one, well… let’s just say things probably wouldn’t have ended as nicely, ha-ha.” He’s not fucking kidding… Oh lord I’m glad I stepped in. Thick, delicious porridge filled my spoon with white, clumpy soup as I took bite after bite. The food was so delightful after eating forest berries and dried meat for days that I zoned out of the conversation, and everything but the food fell out of focus. Sip after wondrous sip of coffee washed away the tangy porridge, and swished around in my mouth, as I laid my head back, and sunk down into the chair, reminiscing the last time I had this sort of food. “Honey, are you ******* the **** *****? **** ****** ***** you. I’m just **** **** **** can **** **** this *** ***** and change ** **** *****.” The man, face blurred, but engrossed in a dull grey newspaper, lifted the white mug, blackened eyes focusing on the reflecting pools of his completion within the beverage, as he took a deep sip. That was me… wasn’t it? Why can’t I remember who that girl was… or the room… or what she said? Agh, fuck… I’ll let it sit for now. I clenched my eyes, light crust from my rude awakening rubbing off in the process. I ran my musty, hairy arms across my eyes, like a makeshift towel, and returned to my ever-engrossing coffee. After taking one lass, bitter sip, my mug ran empty, and I returned my mind to the table, noticing everyone laughing, and enjoying conversation in glee. I placed my mug down one last time, before interjecting, “So, what do you guys do around here?” The table fell silent for a moment, and Carl jumped in, laughing, “It really depends, but considering a cold spell is supposed to be passing by, we are preparing food and locking up our valuables for a bit of cold-work.” I looked around, and everyone nodded in response, essentially informing me that there would be some hard labor to be done that day. I began gathering my mug and bowl, as the Inari motioned for me to let her do it, and Carl slung his arm around my shoulder, bringing me along to his house, with Blaine. He threw the door open, and I turned around, concerned, as I noticed the girls going to the fields, clearing crops for a small harvest. As I turned back, he tossed me into a large, stone room, with a few bows, swords, and spears. Blaine promptly pushed towards the shallow outcropping on the wall, where the weapons were pinned, and pulled out a spear, throwing on one of his coats in the process, as he approached me. “Like what you see, eh?” he questioned, smirking towards the end. Holy fuck… I always imagined what it would be like to see some gun-otaku’s collection, but I never thought about what it would look like medieval times—I guess this is as close as it gets. They both geared up, and I just sat on the floor in astonishment. Grueling minutes of watching them fueled my intrigue, and set my engines on full throttle. I sprang up, darting towards Blaine in blatant curiosity, as Carl grabbed me by the coat, I turned around, frozen in place. Throwing my hands up in a gesture of reluctant acceptance, as he pulled a knife from the wall, and slammed it against my chest, smirking as he did so. “If you want to help, then help carving up the elk when we catch the fucker!” Carl yelled at me, charismatically. Carving up a carcass? On my first—you know what, fuck it… I’ll reach my new low… when I reach it. I let out a soft sigh as I nodded in response, and he quickly released the dagger, allowing it to drop into my hands, which were bridged along my stomach. Blaine promptly readied 8 arrows, and tossed them, along with the quiver, to Carl, who packed them in, and slung them along his back. “Now here’s your first lesson, JD. We can’t exactly do shit for ourselves out here against just about anything except for regular animals. What does that mean? Well… if you don’t rack up a few MG’s, you’re just about fucked.” He finished packing, and threw on a pair of fur gloves, staring back at me, and motioning for me to get up. “Okay, first… What are MGs? And second, how do they help?” I asked, in bewilderment. Carl motioned us out the door, and began waving to the girls cutting up meat and showing Avisera around the town, as he continued, “MGs are ‘Monster Girls’ like…” I interjected, feeling idiotic, “like every girl here…” He paused, scuffed up my hair like I was his kid, and responded, “Yeah, essentially… They help by giving you a bit of an edge on, well… the other MGs.” We continued to walk deeper into the forest, and father from the path, as they motioned for me to kneel down behind a dirty, moist log as they prepared themselves. Once they were ready, they motioned towards a hidden set of wooden planks lined up on a tree, leading to a covered platform, hidden by leaves and branches. Carl climbed up first, while Blaine kept watch. Eventually, Carl reached the platform, and both of them motioned for me to get up there, while Blaine stayed down. Carl softly pressed his bow against the wood, with very little crawl space between use and the branches, and sat still, waiting. I softly whispered to him, “So… this is your guys’ hunting perch?” Carl shrugged, and turned to me, responding, “Yeah… basically. We get everything—” Before he could finish, a family of elk began passing down the trail, grazing on the plants. Blaine slowly moved from his position, avoiding every possible fallen leaf and twig, to nullify his presence from the Elk. He approached gently—spear ready, as Carl pulled back his first shot. The arrow coursed down the spine of the bow, and as he reached the peak of his arc, Blaine motioned for him to shoot. The arrow soared—making little noise, as it silently pierced the neck of the larger, male elk. The family began reacting instantly, but Blaine was right on them, cutting down one elk with his first stab, and another by throwing his spear. The only thing left was a single elk running away, but with a second arrow, Carl hit it. Carl withdrew his bow, and left it on the wooden flooring as he stepped down, and I followed. We slowly made our way to Blaine, as we noticed him dragging the elk onto a clearer spot. As we reached the first elk, Blaine pulled it over his shoulder, writhing in pain from the amount of weight, and began on his way back to town. Carl took the two smaller ones and dragged them along; motioning for me to take the medium sized one. I tried lifting it, but it was so extremely heavy. I slowly took it by the neck, bracing its chest in my other arm as I tugged with all my might, slowly, drudgingly forcing it along the forested path, and reaching the main path after about ten minutes of hauling it along. Thank god it was a smaller elk in comparison to the one Blaine was carrying, or this would be physically impossible. Fuck, this is so gross… I mean, I’ve never fucking killed a live animal and played with its corpse… But it’s so warm… Fuck, I’ll just haul ass to town. The warmth of the elk unnervingly supported my cold disposition as I struggled to keep traction on the soft dirt. The weight of the elk pulled me so far behind Carl and Blaine that I could barely see their silhouettes trotting along in the distance. I yelled off to them, “Hey, do you guys do this shit every day?” They both laughed in response and motioned for me to hurry up as Blaine answered, smarmy as ever, “Well, we’re a lot better than you at it, so what do you think?” That fuck… I sped up, pushing my muscles—or what lack of them I had—to the limit, as I slung a bit more of the elk’s weight along, and pushed forward, gripping at the floor with each step. The mushy texture of the soft dirt engulfed my boots as I drudged forth, sweating to my wits end, and almost losing my grip with every moment, as it soaked my hands. ************************** Home sweet mother fucking home! I sighed in exasperation, as I mulled into down, drooping like a dying flower, and dropped the elk near the edge of the table, which sat at the edge of the town. There stood Carl and Blaine smiled as they saw me, and had already carved out their elk, meaning I’d been about an hour slower than them on the trek home. All right… So they’re a hell of a lot stronger than me… not news to me, but fuck… Time to carve up an elk. Carl pulled out his knife, and began cutting out the innards, removing them piece-by-piece, to avoid any tearing. Afterwards, he had me open up the carcass, and carve out two hefty pieces of shoulder meat. During this, he carved out the rest of the animal, and smiled at the fact that I had even carved a shoulder. Thick and tough, the sensation caused by the vibrating was like water boiling out of control, and the pot shaking from the pressure. My arm shook as I tore through the muscle and meat, reaching layers of fat. As I came to the apex of the carving, the meat tore easily, and I powered through, carving out four different cuts, before washing my hands in one of the three wells. The water washed away the gruel coating my hands, as I shook the moisture from my hands. Well, that’s over, time to go catch up with Avisera. I prowled the distance between the town’s edges towards our small room on the second floor of the inn, towards the back, but Avisera wasn’t inside. I sighed, looked around the room, and noticed the bag was moved, so I ran towards the corner of the room, and threw myself at the floor, searching every nook and cranny for the bag. Fuck—Fuck—Fuck! Where is it! That’s my fucking ticket out of town, and if I don’t have that, Avisera and I are stuck. I thought about anywhere it could be hidden. My eyes darted across the room, losing focus, and creating a blur-like tunnel vision with each and every moment, as sweat dripped from every pore, and created wet spots across the slick, wooden floor. The cloudy beam of light splintering my vision scorched through my cornea and stopped me from seeing much of anything clearly, as I noticed the space under the bed. I slid across the floor, splintering my hands as I threw my head on its side looking under the bed. There lay, a medium, brown hide bag, consciously covered in a slight coat of dust. Ah… Fuck, I’m safe. The door creaked open, and a leer perforated my skull, as I slowly turned around, and the figure darted straight for me, tackling me onto the floor, and pinning me down. She moved her head down, and began to kiss my neck, gently making her mark, as I struggled to break free. She pressed her voluptuous breasts against me, and moved her head against mine, brushing her soft hair against my face, as she rubbed up against me, peering into my eyes. My focus faltered at first, but as my tunnel vision ceased, and I grasped the situation, I pushed her up, and noticed her tiger-like features. “A-Avisera?” I questioned, noticing her flushed cheeks, and heavy breathing. She pushed on, kissing me twice more, before she began to pull down my blackened pants, in an attempt to free me up. Just as my fate was to be sealed, I pushed one last time, and she lost a bit of her grip. I kicked back, and ended up against the wall, hyperventilating. “Avisera, what’s wrong?” I asked, and she shook her head, running her hand through her hair in confusion. She slowly approached me on all fours, and kissed me one last time. As I reluctantly accepted, she sprawled back up, and pulled me up with her, taking my splintered hands in hers, and brining me beside her on the bed. “Okay… What the fuck, Avisera?” I inquired, begging for a response with my puppy-dog eyes. She plucked the splinters out of my hands, and looked into my eyes, earnestly confused. She shook her head, shrugged softly, and responded, “I-I think I may be going into a cycle…” Okay… Is that like going into heat? Fuck… I shrugged, and questioned, “A-…” swallowing my words, “A-A cycle? Is that like going into heat?” She nodded, and replied, “It’s more personal… like… a reaction I’m getting to having all these girls around you, I think?” “Well can you cool it? I’m not going to be going around sleeping with a ton of random girls—so you can rest easy,” I reassured her, pulling my hands away in the process. We both stood up, and she brushed me off—her soft paws cushioning each and every pet, as she moved in on me, placing another delicate kiss on my lips. I smiled under my teeth, and motioned for us to head outside, as I said, “That many times in one day? My lord, Avisera.” As we headed down the stairs, the townsfolk were waiting at the table, with a supper prepared, and I continued to the table, asking Avisera under my breath, “Did you move the bag?” to which she nodded in response. We both sat down, as the girls began eating, Carl and Blaine mulled through the farms, cleaning and planting extra seeds. “Hey, get over here! We ain’t got no ‘ime to wait!” the Nekomata—a word I had learned on my excursion with Carl and Blaine—yelled over to them. They proceeded to the table, and sat down, as everyone began to eat their plates of meat and gruel, all beginning their small talk once again. The conversations drifting through these eighteen or so people delved me further into a dull sense of blank, white noise. The voices emanating around me acted like a pseudo-restaurant and left me with little to focus on, sending me straight back into my food. Carl, rugged and large, cut through the white noise, and began a conversation with me, “So, how long do you plan to stay, buddy?” I swallowed my pride, and responded, “Well—” cutting myself off with my own sigh, continued, “Well, I think staying here for about five or so days would be good… give us some time to rest.” Avisera looked slightly unnerved, but shrugged it off, and continued eating, while conversing with the golden brown haired Inari. Carl dropped his spoon softly into his bowl, and responded, “Never thought we’d get to know another guy for more than a day passing through. Welcome to the family, you two!” he smiled, and nodded over to Blaine, who had already finished his food. Blaine stood up, bringing his plates to a pale of water for washing, before turning to me, and proclaiming, “JD, Carl hasn’t exactly explained this yet—but if you want to bathe, now’s your chance. The girls bathe after supper, so you either do it beforehand, or dodge out of supper early—like me. Get ‘er going, boy.” He finished, smirking. I scuffed down my food, and threw a chunk of meat so large down my mouth I thought that I’d choke, as I swallowed hard, and speed-washed my plate and bowl. The residual gruel on the plate soaked onto my hands, giving a slight, dirty coating to my already nasty fingernails. I scrubbed the plate down, and placed it with Blaine’s, as I sprinted after him, nearly slipping on the dirt while heading over. He slung his arm over my shoulder, blushed slightly from drunkenness, and proclaimed, “Sucks you can’t bathe with your girl, but we’ve got standards. My boy!” laughing profusely as he finished his statement. We trotted towards the more mountainous portion of town, as I noticed another falling stream, but this one fell into what seemed to be a man-made dug out, and furthermore, the water was steaming. If this is a fucking natural hot spring? That’s… amazing… this is going to be sweet. We both walked over, and went to different sides of the spring, as we disrobed, and slipped into the spring. The warm water cut through my scars, and soaked into my roughed up, dirty hands, as I dunked my head in, and fell into a limbo of warm water, and moisture. My lack of vision coaxed my body into a dream-like state of bubbling security. Walls of steam and dreary pockets of air permeated my dry coat of skin, like I was engulfed in an inferno of sensations and pleasure. Like a coat, the bubbles layered themselves across my body, as I rested, completely still. My eyes broke open as I darted upwards, rubbing my face from a sense of overheating in the water. Blaine was packing up to leave, so I decided to hop out of the water, and follow his lead. I dressed, and continued towards the edge of town, as the girls passed me. Avisera smiled, and fell back from the group, rubbing up on me, as she grabbed my face, but this time, I moved in for a kiss, and she blushed perversely, as the other girls in the group turned back, covering their mouths in surprise. “JD… I-I guess I’ll see you later,” she responded, giggling out of control. As she left my field of view, I was motioned forward by Blaine, who had sat there, cross-armed, waiting for me to finish. He rolled his eyes, and said, “You seemed much less inclined to do something so brash just yesterday, kid.” I stuttered for a moment, pausing, unable to respond, before continuing, “Well, I guess I just pulled my shit together,” laughing as I finished. He shrugged off his own disbelief, before shaking his head, and pushing me along as we walked towards town. The lights from the candles they had sitting around left a dim light around the town, which coursed through the forest as we reached the picket-fenced tables. There stood Carl, and nobody else. The town felt quite empty during this time, as the three of us made up the entire community during the baths. Carl motioned for us to sit down, and looked somewhat serious, as he had us at the table, he stared me in the eyes and said, “Are you prepared for this, JD?” I swallowed hard, assuming he was going to chop off my finger or something for breaking a rule, as I answered, “I-I guess… for what?” Blaine and Him stared at each other, smirking, as they threw their hands on the table, and said, “Well, we’ve always needed three people to pull this off…” They pulled out a weird contraption, with a rope-like piece and wooden parts… It looked almost like a makeshift swing. I furrowed my brow in confusion, and questioned, “What is that supposed to be? And… why do we need it right now?” They both laughed, and responded, “Well, we only see our girls naked time to time, but the others? Well, that’s what peeping is for, my friend.” Wait… seriously? Peeping? That’s what all of this serious-talk bullshit is about? Peeping? My lord… I shrugged it off, laughing, and responded, “No, that’s fucking rude. I’m not going to go stare at your girls. And I’m sure as hell not… swinging? Swinging into the bath with them,” I finished, puffing out air. They looked at each other, smiled, and tossed the swing with the other tools from the field, before Blaine responded, “Good, you pass.” I… I fucking pass? I looked back and forth between them in confusion, as I noticed them laughing, and pouring more ale for the three of us. Carl turned to me, and proclaimed, “We wanted to make sure you weren’t some deviant, creepy, disgusting pervert. So we tested your will—and it worked.” They clunked glasses with me, as the girls began to arrive from the baths, and joined us at the tables, the Nekomata grabbing Carl by the arm, and the Inari grabbing Blaine. We all talked for a bit, regarding their ‘initiation’ and such, along with how long it took me to drag the elk back here. Fuckers… I’m not that easy to make fun of… You know what, I’ll just play along. “Well, at least I’m not an infidelity driven old man! Haha,” I responded, with glee. The table fell silent for a second, before Blaine rolled his eyes and responded, “With years on your side, and muscle on your back, fidelity isn’t ever in question!” laughing as he finished. Carl joined in, and we all merrily continued with our evening… reminiscent of the shantytown… My focus faltered, as I glared from person to person, sizing up the crew. From the two old, large men of the group, Carl and Blaine, to the frail, small Kikimora, Samantha, the entire group was very diverse. “Have you always been a rootin’ tootin’ tough-ass, Carl?” I questioned, in a gross misuse of a southern accent, while sneering like a kid. As his wife, Blaine, and Blaine’s wife joined me in laughing, nearly losing some of their ale in the process, Carl replied, “Have you always been such a dull, ill-mannered smart-ass, JD” receiving some laughs in the process. We both were coaxed to calm down by the group, and joined them in their laughing, joyful merriment. The table grew dull, and we all returned to our rooms, exhausted. I slowly left the light of the table, as they extinguished the candles around town, and reached the edge of the inn, retiring to sleep in bed after removing my shirt and coat. I rolled over, unintentionally facing Avisera, who was exhaling deeply and blushing hard. I squinted my eyes, and asked, “Avisera, are you still… you know…?” She opened he eyes, brown and fixed with lust as she pushed me down, and began kissing me. She broke off from kissing me, hyperventilating, after which she responded, “I-I… I can’t stop, JD” before moving down my chest, rubbing up against it, and unbuttoning in pants. Fuck… This is happening, and it’s happening now. I tried to break off, but she grabbed my family jewels tight, and I clenched up, springing back slightly. She kissed me again, mounting herself on top of me, as she took my now erect Eifel tower, and slowly began sliding down on it. The ecstasy of being inside of her was reminiscent of a soft, moist prison, my eyes rolled back slightly as she gripped in on me, rising up so her back arched backwards. She slid up and down, encasing me in her beauty as the ribbed, slick inside took hold and pulled me in tight to her. She slid down on me in a circular motion, rubbing her bear breasts against my chest as she forced them into my hands, and I softly rubbed my fingers against her nipples. She began speeding up and pulsating, as she drifted down to my face and began kissing me once again, but neither of our eyes closed. We gazed intently at each other, enveloped in our own lust. This continued for a while, until she began leaning back again, stretching out further, and releasing her voice softly, as I released, and she fell back on me, exhausted. I mustered up the courage to respond, as she rolled off of me, and said, “That was… amazing, Avisera.” She smiled, rolled back over, kissing me, and we both fell asleep, drenched in sweat. ************************ “Can’t you stay?” the familiar, feminine voice enticed the man. He drew back, with an intangible expression, as his face was extremely blurred—the woman’s as well. She crossed her legs, and moved in on him, as the sound of a door swinging open ringed across the room. Three figures stepped in, wearing long, black coats, and they moved to a seat next to the couple. Just as one of them was ordering, the other turned his head directly towards me, as if he was staring into my soul. I could see his lips, but nothing else, and in melancholic fury, they mouthed, “You… don’t… belong…” before the room collapsed, walls falling, and nothing but clack coating the two red couches the two groups sat at. They sat, in an empty space, as I looked down, noticing another red couch below me. I looked from group to group, they began approaching me—jumping from space to space, longingly searching for a way out. The black walls screamed my name in empty rhythm as the cacophony of footsteps echoed in my ear, chasing me, hunting me. I struggled to break free, but as if chains of steel were locking me down, I couldn’t budge. I threw my head back as the five figures all reached right in front of me, and a hand reached out of the darkness, pulling me deeper and deeper down. As the depths of cold, piercing shadows dissevered my soul from my body, I rolled around, watching the man, in a dark trench coat reach out, falling into pitch darkness. The arctic grasp of the shadows jerked me towards an open rift in the walls of shadows. I was sucked through a hole of blinding light, petrified my vision. Gashing my eyes open like a knife, the light broke my line of vision as I was thrown to the floor, in front of a river. I noticed a green, grassy hill in front of me, and emanating sounds of screaming. I looked down the river, and the sound grew nearer. As I approached—further battling the sounds of swishing water ahead of me, the river turned sideways, falling on top of me, like a waterfall. The frigid sensation chilled my entire body, burning holes in the fabric of the scene around me as once again, it collapsed. I awoke—covered in sweat. My eyes darting around, I noticed Avisera getting up beside me. I rolled over, got out of bed, and did the same. Dressing myself in new, fresh clothes, and stepping outside to further blinding light, I rubbed my eyes, and walked down the same steps, perplexed at what had just occurred. I… I… What just happened…? As we reached the center of town, everyone else was gathered, and a serious tension filled the air. Carl looked around for us, motioned us to come in, and as we entered the crowd, something in the center of everyone was revealed. A small, maimed animal with bloodstains all across its body lay paralyzed in the middle of the woods. There were claw marks—or some kind of marks—covering the length of the animal, and the scars were rough. Carl made sure everyone was there when he finally spoke and said, “I don’t know who did this, or why the fuck they did this, but it means one of two things. Either one of you guys went hunting late night, and decided to leave this here in a drunken daze… or something else has found the town…” Everyone looked around for someone’s reassurance that we weren’t in deep shit, and thankfully, a Werecat named Silvia stepped forward and complied, “That was me… Last night I… I went into…” the other girls comforted her as she was obviously going to say something along the lines of going into heat—or so I thought. “She was going on one of her night walks, and stumbled on some matatabi…” the Kikimora, who lived next to her, replied. Everyone nodded in reverberating understanding, and the group meeting laid to rest. I turned to Avisera and she explained what matatabi was, as I sighed, leaning back in understanding. The day went on from there, and after breakfast—which was once again a social ordeal with gags and laughs galore—Carl and Blaine dragged me into the fields, showing me the ropes of harvesting crops, as we pushed along on our way. “You’re a natural born farmer, JD,” Carl exclaimed, Blaine laughing along with him. “Well, I learned from the best,” I responded, smiling. We harvested carrots, cabbages, onions, and potatoes—the thick coats of soil sucking in the tools as we pulled them up. The group pushed through the soil, and while they dug out the rest of the vegetables, I took a large square of cloth and tied it to one side of the wood fence, dragging it across, and pinning it to metal hooks along the way. Once they motioned that they had finished, all three of us dragged it across, and pinned it along the other side, protecting the soil from any heavy rain or snow to come for the next few days. “Well, that should be it, guys!” Carl explained from across the field. All three of us made our way back as we noticed the girls returning from hunting—with twice the elk we managed to get last time. However, they were much dirtier, and headed to the baths early to wash up. During which, we prepared dinner in a large stew pot. The elk meat soaked up the broth, and created a delicious, meaty soup that emanated a tangy, salty smell. As we prepared each bowl, the girls returned, and they began sitting down and eating with us. I decided to quickly dodge out for a bath, and finished my meal early in the process. As I quickly washed my bowl, and rushed over to the dugout, a hand jerked me towards the side, and dragged me against the ground towards a tree, throwing me up against it. As I was pinned down, eyes gazing into the furry, light brown completion of the resident Werecat, Silvia—her sharp, yellow eyes boring into me. She held me tight against the tree, forcing my head further back with each motion. She tilted her head, bearing her teeth at me as she questioned, “Who was she?” Who was who? What the fuck… What is she talking about? She looked into my eyes again, and further explained, “The bird from the other night… the black harpy? Who was she?” Oh… fucking Serena has her all bothered… Why? How does she even know? Goddammit! I swallowed hard, grabbing her hand in a gesture of pleading, and she released. I dropped to the floor, and looking up, responded, “That’s Serena… a friend of mine. She saved me on my way up here, and she doesn’t mean any harm!” I finished, looking at her, intently. She kneeled down to me, gripping my head in her hands, while she stared into my eyes, and questioned, “Do you know anything about Terra-Veinira?” furiously. There’s the six different tribes and… wait, Avisera never told me the last tribe… I shook my head, and slowly got up in confusion, raising my hands in a demonstration of me surrendering myself. She tightened her face, and growled at me explaining, “The Black Harpies are practically the godsends of Terra-Veinira,” she snarled at my stupidity, and continued, “They seek out the towns to arrange meetings with the slave traders, and intercept slaves. They basically run the whole show, and if anyone at the nest gets word of you… Ugh!” she swallowed her words, barely able to respond. “Let’s just say, I don’t want Avisera, my new friend, to lose you, so be more careful!” she finished, angrily. I dropped my head, and responded, “C-Can you explain what the ‘nest’ is?” Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped as she reached out towards me, patting my head, and explained, “They take possible mates to it… The reason this whole trade thingamajig started was so they could give stuff to their nest, and if Serena is one of them, there… uh ‘prize children’, you’re probably going to be a boy-toy in no time…” My jaw dropped, and I responded, “Th-There’s no fucking way that Serena would be a ‘prize child.’ She’s kind of smart, but her intuition and general sense of the world around her are way too simplistic.” She shook her head and began, “That doesn’t matter… It’s all about random selection. She could easily—” before she was finished, she was cut off by the resounding chorus of loud, coursing winds. Her eyes grew wide, and as I fell back from the force, she yelled, “Run!” but it was too late. A pair of large, jet-black wings sprawled behind me, and two talons dug into my shoulders, as I was yanked up into the sky. I struggled and screamed, but another pair of wings appeared and grabbed my legs, boring further incisions into them. The wind coursed through my body as I froze from the cold, cracking my neck just to look around. I forced my head to look down with all my might, and saw the rest of the town, Avisera falling to her knees as I was carried adrift, further into the dark, moonlit sky. |
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| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Some parts of the story as amazing, but still this chapter would need a half of the size :) 6k + words is really too much and it doesn't really encourage people to read |
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| Eh everyone has their preference in length, I don't mind reading long stories. One quirk though and it has nothing to do with the story so far, just that when you go hunting, especially for larger game. You typically gut them where you kill them and then bury the innards (unless you want them too). The guts will spoil the meat if you let them sit, and the blood will drain as you drag them bag to finish draining. Blood and guts do horrible things to the meat if you don't get rid of it right away. Lol and that h-scene.. minute man :P Well I guess I was right to be suspicious of Serena Good chapter, though you really love describing your meal time events don't you lol? I look forward to the next ^^ |
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greatgreenman said: Eh everyone has their preference in length, I don't mind reading long stories. One quirk though and it has nothing to do with the story so far, just that when you go hunting, especially for larger game. You typically gut them where you kill them and then bury the innards (unless you want them too). The guts will spoil the meat if you let them sit, and the blood will drain as you drag them bag to finish draining. Blood and guts do horrible things to the meat if you don't get rid of it right away. Lol and that h-scene.. minute man :P Well I guess I was right to be suspicious of Serena Good chapter, though you really love describing your meal time events don't you lol? I look forward to the next ^^ Yeah, when I was writing the hunting scene I thought I remembered something along those lines, but dismissed it. My b. thanks for the comments. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
beast_regards said: Some parts of the story as amazing, but still this chapter would need a half of the size :) 6k + words is really too much and it doesn't really encourage people to read And noted... I've been talking with my pal about this, and I'm wondering if it would be to rash to suddenly drop down to like 1000--1500 words a chapter? So I'm asking you guys, who are actually reading this, what do you think? Would it be too much of a drastic switch if I started making 1000-1500 words (or even less than 1000), chapters? |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| My chapters are only ever about that long. |
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| *cough* Eiffel tower *cough* |
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| lol I forgot about that. Doesn't Eiffel tower actually mean when a girl is double teamed and the guys high five above her and make an "Eiffel tower"? |
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greatgreenman said: lol I forgot about that. Doesn't Eiffel tower actually mean when a girl is double teamed and the guys high five above her and make an "Eiffel tower"? I was referring to my package--but I'm sure it does. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Yes I knew what you were referring two, but what you didn't notice was the other guy :3 |
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greatgreenman said: Yes I knew what you were referring two, but what you didn't notice was the other guy :3 I guess so xD |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
YandereTheEmo said: I'm wondering if it would be to rash to suddenly drop down to like 1000--1500 words a chapter? I think 1k - 2k words chapters are nice, not too short, not too long. while you still can be a bit wordy without a worry. Nice compromise between bellow-1000 for people with short attention span and 6k+ for textwalls lovers. |
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| Nice chapter, I don't mind the length, but then I've been guilty of some of the most grievous examples of assault by text wall ever seen by man. =P I don't think you should feel like you NEED to make smaller chapters, as aside from some minor typos, the quality is definitely here. You may lose some readers due to length (I know I did, but a lot of them eventually came back) but that'll really be up to you. Seems like its action time! |
emeraldtryst said: Nice chapter, I don't mind the length, but then I've been guilty of some of the most grievous examples of assault by text wall ever seen by man. =P I don't think you should feel like you NEED to make smaller chapters, as aside from some minor typos, the quality is definitely here. You may lose some readers due to length (I know I did, but a lot of them eventually came back) but that'll really be up to you. Seems like its action time! Either Action or a gradual shift in character progression--I'm really deciding whether I wanna elongate this section of the story for purposes of suspense, or whether I wanna cut it short to make it less painful on some viewers. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
Arc 1: Couples—Nests Chapter 7: Cages—Hunted You know how people always fucking preach on about wishing they could fly under any circumstances, JD? Yeah—Well they’re fucking idiots. Soaring, helpless, like you could drop at any time, clutched tight in the rough, brazen talons of two jet-black birds? Not exactly my idea of fun. Y-You know what? Screw it, I’m just going to close my eyes and pretend I’m on one of those Disney Resort—Ugh, Disney™® Resort—rides. Haha, I could be a fucking comedian… If I wasn’t about to be sold as some bird’s bitch… The pronged clasp of four sets of talons hacked into my skin, clutching deep to my muscles. The searing pain from sharp incisions within my shoulders and calves sent chilling, excruciating shocks down my spine. Rushes of wind grazed my scars and open wounds as they passed down my back—cold and arduous. I tilted my head, cracking my stiffened neck, releasing a pop that notified the harpies of my presence. As I looked up at them, I saw two menacing figures: one with scars running down her wings, the other with a stoic, yet irked expression. The reminiscent jet black wings diluted into the night sky, disappearing into the stream of stars in the distance. Does she have a—a fucking book…? Th-The dull-looking one is also carrying a goddamn book. They must love fucking reading… I sighed, once again alarming the two carrier-birds, as I attempted to recline, and calm down; but the culmination of sweltering pain jolting down my body, along with currents of numbing wind, prevented me from sleep and relaxation. My eyes drifted back, and my head reluctantly rolled to the side, as I gave up hope, and closed my eyes. Ugh… I’m so exhausted, but I’m not fucking sleeping in midair, that’d just be suicide. Fuck, maybe they’ll carry me, and let me sleep like that, if I ask nicely. I yawned, moving my head up slightly, and attempting to stretch my shoulders out as I asked, “Hey… I haven’t slept in a while—would either of you mind carrying me? Or doing something more stable than dangling me at your feet… sorry, talons?” At first, neither responded, however after a moment or so, the one with the scars shrugged, and proceeded to hoist me up a bit further. Her arms were delicate looking, but hard as rock—which made sense, considering she had to support my entire weight. As she drifted along, carrying me, the other began taking down notes, looking up at me every so often to gather more information. After a moment or so, the scarred one dropped me back down, and tossed me about a few inches to the talons of the other one—waking me up, purposefully. Okay… So they think that I am someone to fuck with? Well—Well… this is only temporary. Avisera will come and save me, and then I’m going to get the fuck out of dodge. I was yanked back up into the arms of the other, and reluctantly drifted to sleep—void of dreams. ************************ “Go to sleep, Avisera… There’s nothing you can do in the dead of night.” The gentle Inari exclaimed. “I-I… Silvia, how could….” The girl couldn’t let out my words. The Werecat walked up to the teary-eyed tigress, and comforted her, as silky brown hair drooped over her eyes, hiding her face from the group. The tigress leapt on all fours, screaming at a blaring volume, as she sprinted towards the town. Carl motioned for Silvia and she chased after Avisera—but was soon dominated by her insurmountable agility. As the tigress scampered for her room, her eyes grew rampant and she bore her teeth at anything and everything around her. As the room came into focus, eyes breaking contact from the people hunting her down from behind, she leapt from the side, straight up the stairs, reaching the room in only moments. Her focus directed towards the bag packed under the bed. She reached for it, slinging it over her back, as she grabbed any valuables, and bolted for the door. A crowd of townsfolk waited outside the inn, many prominent members of the community responding with disappointment towards the drastic actions taken. Blaine stepped forward, blocking the tigress’ path, and pleaded, “Just stay for the night. What? Do you think you’ll magically save him in one night? Missy, you should just wait until we gather the recourses to—” The snarling of Avisera cut him off, as she stared into his eyes, and responded furiously, “I don’t have time to wait! They’re with him right now, hurting him!” she began tearing up, and continued pleading, “So help me, please!” Nobody stepped forward, and her body shook in anger watching the terrified townsfolk avoiding danger in the form of the Black-Harpies’ nest. Her claws and fangs protruded further as she screamed, “Fine then! I’m going to find JD. When I find him… I’m going to—” she exhaled deeply, continuing, “I’m going to claw my way up the mountain to their nest, find anyone who touched him, and gouge out their eyes!” She stormed off on all fours, enraged. The town drew silent as two members disappeared in a single night—dim, black ambience perturbing the town, now reeking of emptiness, sadness, and tribulation. ************************* Fuck… I’m so damn tired. It feels like I barely got an hour of sleep. To make things worse, this floor is cold as ice… I awoke, cold and drenched in sweat. A dingy, stone room surrounded me; musty smells of death and filth permeated my nostrils, invoking a sense of deep disgust—present in my eyes, dreary and dead; my body, sweaty and distraught; and my mind, disgruntled and restless. Staring at the room around me, I noticed stonewalls, rocky and wet to the touch. The depth of the room sucked my mind into darkness as I looked around me, and notice cold, metal bars. |
YaN333Jul 3, 2014 11:36 PM
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
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