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So to cheer myself up I wrote a thing!
Omake: Feral
"In this town there is a story, a tale told to two purposes. The firs is to convince of the dangers of Villainy, the second, to warn of those like you." The old man who sat beside you at the bar started. "Once, there was a leather worker and his daughter, once, a Hero vistied and purchased 'fireproof leather' from them. Of course, it was only good against perfectly normal fire, the merchant made it for baker's and forgemasters, against cursed flame, magical flame, it was useless. The Hero's arm burned because he trusted the leather, the Hero lost his arm, his foe lost his life. And so did the Leather worker. His daughter, swearing vengeance, left to wander the nearby Forest, seeking to undergo the Trial of Blood. Some say they have seen a girl, clad in fur and bloody chain, red eyed and fanged, wandering the Forest."
"I'm not here to buy."
"Then why are you here?" The old man asked.
"Monsters in a Forest? Sound familiar? Figured it would be a good way to start."
"Hoh, be very careful then, the last few Heroes to enter never came back."
"My father was a forester and my mother a trapper, I'll be fine."
*******One Week Later*****
A flash, a glint, your only warning before ice slashes in front of your face, your backstep saved your life, again. This has been happening ever since your first day here, ice, fire, bone tipped arrows slashing in on you, sudden pits opening before you. Every attempt at retaliation is blasted off course by sudden gusts.
And this seems to be the last straw, a snarl, a glimpse of red, a spear is in your face as you jump back. Tipped with a unicorn's horn, the spear lashes forward even as fire flashes to the side. Your blade goes up, ctaching the spear below the horn, and getting stuck after biting barely an inch into the thick haft. The girl you were told of, red eyed, fanged, furs and bloody chainmail. Huh, she's oddly short, and whoa. Your sword is turn from your grip by the twisting spear, pulling it back she removes your blade and hisses.
*****POV Change********* One Week Earlier********
A Shining One, the birds chirp to each other, the trees rustle at each other, the small beasts chitter at each other. A Shining One, in your forest? Never, Never, Never! You'll kill it, kill it dead, kill it bloody and red. Kill it and leave it, insult it and hate it.
******One Week Later******
This one is fast, the others died in the first day. Quick and Aware this one is. No matter, you'll kill it anyway. You'll just have to do it with your long horn and small fang. Stabbing forward it gets away. Annyance. Stabbing, it's shiny fang cuts into your long horn. Anger.
*****POV Change*****Another Week Later*****
The Feral Girl has kept up with both the annoyance attacks and daily attacks in person, I think my presence insults her. Still, I have managed to kill a few Fenrics and a Mind Bulb, all of them were rather young so it's not too impressive, I'll need to go deeper if I want something worth bragging about.
Doubtlessly, some would tell me to kill the girl. But her annoyance attacks have less and less killing intent behind them, her personal attacks carry more and more joy. I am pretty sure we are starting to come to an understanding.
*****POV Change*****
This one won't die. And in not dying he begins to wake me up. Me, not The Beast I left to continue the Trial of Blood. As The Beast reaches for more and more intellect over instinct my sleep grows ever lighter. I stir. He is rather young, fairly handsome, a Hero. It is odd, when we clash he never tries to kill. Maybe he'll do, perhaps.
****POV Change****** Several Years Later*******
"The Hero left, and with him went the Feral Girl who had been stalking the woods. It was an odd sight, the Hero dragging a young Forest Drake after her as she heckled him to keep up. Sent quite a few people into giggle fits. Where'd they go? No one here knows." the Old Man told his grandson, finishing the "Tale of the Leather Workers Daughter" a story told to warn of the danger of judgement at first sight, and the reward of paying attention.
