> AN/ Reviews are what make this story get updated faster. Want faster updates? Give me funnier reviews, so I can get high and giggle at them. Also, Mammoths are bigger than earth mammoths.
>
> 01010
>
> Chapter 8: Veranyr The Huh? I'm What? Really?
>
> 01010
>
> (Age 16)
>
> It took me an entire year of following the herd before I could direct them with the bears and Giant to where I wanted to go. The beasts were too big to use force on. They were too big to be intimidated.
>
> If I tried to attack one, they'd kill us all in a stampede of massive feet and wicked tusks. I'd lost a Snowbear cub trying to herd them like a dog herds goats. They went where they wanted to go.
>
> Until the matriarch of the herd started to follow me. I fed her sweet tubers she couldn't find on her own and gave her trunk long soothing rubs as I made cooing sounds to her. By me, I mean Vera, my Giantess skin.
>
> Over the last year, she had grown from 4 feet to around 8 or 9. It was hard to keep track of something that big. Her muscles rippled and bulged through her furs. I'm not sure Giants are used to working, walking, hauling, and fighting all day like she is. Her kin seemed so fat compared to how she is developing.
>
> Maybe her diet of smoked meat and bear milk was having an effect?
>
> She ate mostly human meat, as the mammoths led us into dangerous territory. The cave cannibals of the frozen shore had no sense of tactic as they attacked the herd in waves of human bodies every few days. They were starving to death, and half-crazed by their diet of human flesh and cave fish. But as dozens died every time to no effect, I couldn't help feel sorry for the starving skinny wretches.
>
> Until they managed to gouge out one of Fang's eyes with a lucky bone tipped arrow.
>
> Then I sent the snowbears hunting through the surrounding caves in pairs, day and night. Dirty little fuckers even tried hiding at one point. As if the nose of a bear can't smell their shit and fish-gut reeking bodies from miles away. I knew the taste of human, just as well, if not better, than they did.
>
> I eventually managed to lead the mammoths out of the cannibal lands and Back through Skirling Pass. We started a steady trek north along the Milkwater. I delighted in every mammoth birth along the way. There had been 12 surviving calfs over the last year, and I had dominated them all. They were nowhere near adulthood yet, but when they were... I would rule the north with their strength alone.
>
> Yet I yearned to explore. I wanted to see places no man had ever seen before. I wanted to explore the lands of always winter for more than fame. I wanted to brave the cold like no man ever had before. I was adamant.
>
> A few pretty river-girls tried to dissuade me with their cunts once I hit the Milkwater river with my herd and my fame began to spread once more. I would have none of it, however. A giant's cunt was better than a woman's any day. Vera was like a hand I used to relive myself. She was shaped vaguely human, though 10 feet tall, and tighter than the bears. Good enough for the occasional moment where a village girl drove me too nuts. Or when I got to thinking about what I was going to do with Alyse when I got my hands on her...
>
> Shivers...
>
> Vera's mind was a simple thing to control. All of my commands were understood without constant supervision. Unlike the bears. I could see that controlling many more bears would be impossible, but I could do with a few more like Vera.
>
> Her face looked like a bit of wet skin folded over with a few bundled patches of gray hair, but it was the only companion of mental ability I had. The only person I could be honest to. She could understand speech and even count. Her words were hard for someone else to understand, so I did all of the talking to villagers.
>
> I put the word out everywhere I went. Giant infants were worth 2 mammoths to me. Anyone with a giant infant could take their pick out of 60 mammoths. They were the ones I found to young to warg into without a struggle.
>
> I had a map of the known world, and I wanted to add to it. To leave a legacy that could not be denied, even if all my other goals failed. I would explore the lands of always winter or die trying.
>
> 01010
>
> I practiced warging almost all the time I wasn't dressing an animal skin's injury or fighting. The warbands that wanted to test the famous Veranyr Spearsgiant, Son of Varamyr Five-skins. I left countless hundreds dead and half eaten in the snowy woods.
>
> Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
>
>
> I stopped through little villages of huts along the Milwater or passed small nomadic clans and tribes as I made my way north. I had a king's hoard of steel and a whole herd of mammoths, everyone knew. I was protected by 20 snowbears, some of which were cubs, everyone was told. Some didn't believe one part.
>
> For long...
>
> I was building fame just by existing. There was no hiding who I was or what I could do. Not with my herd. Everyone wanted to hear my story. Everyone wanted to know me. Everyone wanted a piece of what I'd earned.
>
> I felt alone.
>
> I was surrounded by all the people whenever I was near them. The children especially were mystified by me and my herd. I was legendary like Tormund Giantsbane and The Weeper. But I was growing weary. I truly could provide for my sisters at least, with my new wealth.
>
> It had been a long time since I'd seen Laughs and Giggles, but I could afford to see them now. I could buy them a Rich husband at least. Or take them from starvation. I had less fond memories of my mother, due to her words at our parting. I tried, often, to not think of her cruel goodbye.
>
> I was a grown man. I don't miss my mother. I let Vera's arms wrap more securely around my waist. I leaned back into her soft furred embrace and let myself slip into the Bears to scout, hunt, herd, and practice warging. I was 100 bees, 20 snowbears, 4 crows, 14 mammoths, 3 snow-hares, and 50 mice at once. The bees were my newest challenge.
>
> They were simple minds, but it was hard to split myself so many ways and come back in one piece. I knew if I stayed with the bees long enough, I would become more hive than Veranyr. I reveled in the danger of walking the edge of oblivion and pushing my ability to it's limits. I bet no other warg practiced as I did.
>
> To become more than yourself, you had to become greater than yourself. You had to know who you were at your core. You had to be more... More!
>
> Still, my skins were unmatched.
>
> Vera was greatly feared for her spear's strength already, and she was only half grown. I acknowledged her as my second wife and only spearswife. I told everyone the truth. She was a half-grown giant and I'd stolen her through combat with her kin.
>
> My 14 baby mammoths were not all that impressive yet, but they were promising. Most stood higher at the shoulders than a man's head. They had little tusks and thick wool fur.
>
> My bears were far fiercer however. 16 were near adult size females with 2 young males and 2 adult males. One of the males was Fang. The younger males were born larger. The youngest male was born half again the size of Fang. I'd been breeding the biggest male to the biggest females for 3 years. I ate the young I found not up to snuff. I would start replacing my current stock of skins with better newborns soon, in preparation of my trip north.
>
> Far superior to a wild snowbear, mine had replaced fat for muscle. They were fast, moved with a human intelligence, and were armored. 4 in light chainmail armor for attacking swiftly, and 4 in plate armor for utter annihilation. No free-folk force had ever gotten near defeating Fang, Claw, Rip, and Tear alone, much less their children.
>
> It was only a matter of 6 months after gaining control of the mammoths before I made it to the little village on the Milkwater where my mother's hut lay.
>
> 01010
>
> The village lay in ruins.
>
> There were bones left various huts, picked at by scavengers and beasts. My mother's hut was empty of body-parts. I did not know to feel horror at their disappearance or relief. Had they escaped the fate of the other villagers?
>
> I went down to the river clans and found out what happened from Donny. I Gave a mammoth for the information. The Weeper's warband had passed trough, while hunting a crow deserter, and had spent a night of 'fun' with the villagers before continuing their hunt.
>
> Donny had no idea what happened to my sisters. So I killed all of Donny's one by one to make sure he was telling the truth, before killing the rest of his kin to keep the silence of my actions. I practiced warging on a few of them before ending it. It still brought me great and terrible pain to attempt.
>
> I wondered if I would ever be able to warg into an adult.