Torrent was indeed a majestic creature, a vision of splendor with his shimmering scales that gleamed in hues of red and green, like a mosaic of precious gems catching the light. His body was a testament to both power and grace, moving on four legs—his hind legs ending in sturdy hooves, perfect for leaping across the ancient branches of the forest, while his front legs bore sharp claws. His neck, long and powerful, was adorned with a magnificent mane, meticulously cleaned and brushed by his human companions, Pacificus and Merina. The mane flowed down his neck like a waterfall of silk, framing his wolf-like head which was both fearsome and regal. Three pairs of antlers crowned his head, each set more intricate and impressive than the last, like twisted, living branches sprouting from his skull.
His face, framed by a beard of soft fur that moved gently with the breeze, bore an expression of eternal wisdom, marred only by the occasional twitch of his ears when he was particularly annoyed. His tail, long and thick, was a combination of his scales and fur, a tapestry of nature’s beauty, and an ideal place for storing the reserves of fat that sustained him. This tail, normally a point of pride, was now a stark contrast to the large, round belly that protruded, this distended belly disrupted the otherwise perfect symmetry of his form, hanging down heavily and swaying slightly with each step.
So what did this majestic creature do? In truth, not much at all. Torrent spent most of his days lounging on top of the thunder beast’s head, basking in the sunlight that filtered through the dense canopy above. His favorite pastime was to nap, stretched out luxuriously on the soft grass that covered the massive creature’s head. His humans, whom he saw as little more than dutiful servants, ensured he was well-fed and hydrated, bringing him meals of wild vegetables, fruits, and occasionally the more succulent parts of whatever creatures Pacificus managed to catch. Torrent would chew lazily, savoring each bite, his jaws working methodically as he enjoyed his meals.
It was a near-perfect existence, a paradise of sorts, marred only by one significant annoyance: the ceaseless breeding of his human companions. Every night, without fail, they would engage in their ritual of passion, their moans growing louder and more fervent with each passing evening. The sounds carried through the air, piercing the otherwise peaceful night and making it impossible for Torrent to fully relax. He had hoped it was a temporary thing, a phase that would pass, but it seemed the more time passed, the more insistent they became. Recently, they had even taken to doing it outside their tent, as if flaunting their animalistic behavior.
To Torrent, his humans seemed no better than beasts. They lived to eat, to sleep, and to engage in their strange, incomprehensible acts of intimacy. They had their odd hobbies—Merina with her spinning and Pacificus with his endless digging and burying fruits on it, The two would even sit together starring at nothing —but to Torrent, these were mere distractions. Why couldn’t they live as he did? Eat their fill, find a comfortable spot, and sleep away the hours? It was the sensible thing to do. Instead, they indulged in these noisy, restless rituals, disturbing the serenity that Torrent so deeply cherished.
He would occasionally lift his head, casting a disdainful glance in their direction, his golden eyes narrowing as he watched them with a mixture of irritation and pity. They were like children, ignorant of the true pleasures of life. He would then lay his head back down with a huff, his large body settling into the grass, ears twitching at the sounds of the forest. For now, he could only endure, waiting for the time when they would finally quiet down and the world would return to its rightful order—a silent, peaceful paradise, under the sky.
Occasionally, Torrent would lift his head from his grassy perch and gaze towards the sky, watching his kind in their element. Kirins, with their graceful forms and shimmering scales, could often be seen running on the skies, their hooves touching invisible paths of air. Most of these Kirins traveled alone, moving swiftly like shooting stars across the sky, while others ran in pairs, their movements synchronized as if performing a celestial dance. It was rare to see them descend to the ground, for a Kirin on the forest floor was often a parent, bound by the duty of protecting its young. A grounded Kirin was a Kirin who would rather face death than allow harm to come to its child. Torrent knew this truth deeply, an unshakeable knowledge embedded in his being from experience.
He still remembered the day, the memory vivid and sharp as a blade, when his own mother had refused to fly away. A monstrous carnotaur, its scales as dark as night and its roar shaking the very earth, had threatened them. Torrent’s mother, smaller in size but fierce in spirit, had chosen to stand her ground. Instead of fleeing to the safety of the skies, she had confronted the carnotaur head-on, her body a shield between the predator and her fawn. She had fought valiantly, but the carnotaur was relentless. Torrent could still feel the trembling of the earth beneath his hooves, could still hear the sickening sound of tearing flesh, and his mother's final, anguished cry. Her sacrifice had saved him, but it had cost her life. That day was etched into Torrent's mind, a day marked by both loss and the birth of a new bond, for it was the same day that Pacificus and Merina had found him, a lone fawn in the wilderness. From that moment on, he had been inseparable from his human companions, finding comfort and solace in their presence.
Now, as Torrent lounged on the thunder beast’s head, he occasionally spotted Kirin fawns among the thick vines and greenery. These young ones, their scales still soft and shimmering with the innocence of youth, could not yet fly. They roamed cautiously, their small bodies darting between the safety of their mother’s legs. The mothers stayed close, ever watchful, their ears twitching at the slightest sound, ready to defend their fawns at a moment’s notice. The thunder beast’s immense back provided a relatively safe haven, a temporary sanctuary from the dangers that lurked below in the forest.
The Kirin, by nature, were solitary creatures, each one preferring the freedom of isolation. Yet, even they understood the safety that came with numbers. On the thunder beast’s back, Torrent would sometimes see them form loose herds, groups of three or four moving together, an unspoken agreement of mutual protection. But even within these groups, conflicts arose. He had witnessed fierce battles where pregnant Kirins were driven away by the others, a brutal act to reduce competition for the scarce resources. There were times when mother Kirins fought each other, their antlers clashing with a force that sent sparks flying. These were not mere skirmishes but battles to the death, for survival in the Ever Resting Forest was a constant struggle. The victorious mother often adopted the orphaned fawn, taking the young under her wing, a bittersweet continuation of the cycle of life.
As their journey on the thunder beast continued, Torrent saw more of these colossal creatures, some smaller, others even larger than the one they rode upon. The forest stretched out endlessly beneath them, a sea of green interspersed with patches of purple flowers. Torrent knew these were not solid ground but floating plants, drifting on the surface of the deep, murky tannin waters that flooded the forest floor. The water was so dark and opaque that even Torrent’s sharp eyes couldn’t pierce its depths to see the roots of the ancient trees. He sensed the waters were deep, impossibly so, swallowing the roots of trees that had stood for millennia, their trunks towering towards the sky like the columns of some forgotten cathedral. The thunder beasts, their massive legs moving slowly and deliberately, waded through these waters as if they were mere puddles.
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Months had slipped by like leaves on a gentle breeze, and Torrent's humans continued to be... well, humans. They were always so busy with their strange activities, flitting about like the insects that buzzed around the Thunder Beast’s head. Torrent didn't understand why they needed to do so much. He did, however, comprehend the construction of the small hut they had built on the Thunder Beast’s head. To Torrent, this was clearly a nest, a cozy place to shelter from the elements, and he appreciated his servants’ generosity in making sure there was room for him inside. It was a comfortable nest indeed, warm and safe, with plenty of space to stretch out his long body. The only issue, and it was a significant one to Torrent, was that his humans couldn’t seem to stop breeding. Their constant, nightly activity was a source of both annoyance and bewilderment to him, the noise disturbing the peace he so valued.
To escape, Torrent would spend his days basking in the sun, letting its warmth soak into his shimmering scales, enjoying the softness of the grass beneath him. The expanse of green on the Thunder Beast’s head was his personal paradise, and he took full advantage of it. He relished the feel of the grass against his scales and the breeze ruffling his mane. Life was good, simple, and unburdened. His humans occasionally attended to him, brushing his mane and polishing his scales, which was one of Torrent’s favorite pastimes. Their gentle hands were soothing, and he would often close his eyes in contentment, his large body relaxing under their touch.
One day, as he lay there, eyes half-closed, feeling the rhythmic strokes of Pacificus’s hand combing through his mane, Torrent felt something land atop his head. The sensation was unfamiliar, a soft, cool patter against his scales. He blinked his golden eyes open and tilted his head back, gazing up to see dark clouds rolling overhead. This was unusual; it typically rained below them, not above. The sight of the heavy, dark clouds surprised Torrent, and before he could ponder further, the rain began to fall. Large droplets splattered down, soaking his mane and scales, turning the grass beneath him into a slick, shimmering carpet.
As the rain poured down, Torrent caught a whiff of something irresistible drifting from the hut. Despite the rain, the scent cut through the air, making his nose twitch with interest. Pacificus was cooking again, and Torrent knew from the aroma alone that it would be delicious. His human had always been a skilled cook, capable of making even the simplest ingredients into a feast fit for a king. Today, he was preparing Torrent’s favorite meal—vegetable stew. The scent of simmering greens, wild herbs, and fragrant spices wafted through the air, making Torrent’s mouth water. He knew from the plate set aside that he would be eating more than just vegetables today. There were giant grasshoppers as well.
Torrent could see the preparation from his spot near the hut's entrance. The grasshoppers were enormous, each one as long as Pacificus’s arm and thick as a small tree branch. Their spindly legs and heads had been removed, and now they were skewered on sturdy sticks, positioned near the flames to roast. The heat caused the exoskeletons to crackle and turn a deep, crispy brown, releasing a savory, nutty aroma. Although Torrent preferred the rich, earthy flavor of vegetables, he wouldn’t say no to the roasted grasshoppers. He knew, instinctively, that the heat from the flames would make them more delicious, turning their meat tender and their shells crisp. He could almost taste the crunch in his mouth.
And then, the moment Torrent had been eagerly anticipating arrived. Pacificus placed a large wooden bowl in front of the Kirin, steam rising from its brim. Torrent's eyes widened as Pacificus ladled generous portions of the thick, aromatic stew into the bowl. Beside it, a smaller bowl held the roasted crickets, their crispy shells gleaming in the firelight. But Torrent's attention was fixed on the stew. The rich, savory scent of it filled his nostrils, making his mouth water even more. He leaned in, his large tongue darting out to lap at the broth.
The first mouthful was heaven, the warmth and flavors spreading across his tongue. Torrent had forgotten just how hot the stew was, and he quickly pulled back, blowing steam out of his nostrils, his tongue hanging out in an attempt to cool it. Once the initial burn faded, he resumed eating, more cautiously this time, gently blowing on each mouthful before devouring it. He slurped up chunks of vegetables and mushrooms, his teeth crunching through the softened bits with relish. The taste was exquisite—earthy and robust, with a hint of sweetness from the roots and the depth of the wild herbs that Pacificus had added. Torrent savored every bite, letting out small satisfied grunts as he ate.
Outside, the rain continued to pour, drumming a steady rhythm on the roof of the hut. It created a cozy cocoon for Torrent and his humans. Inside, warmth from the fire spread through the space, casting a soft glow on the wooden walls. Pacificus and Merina sat close together, sharing their meal, smiles on their faces as they exchanged quiet conversation. Their voices were a comforting murmur, blending with the patter of the rain and the crackling of the fire.
With his bowl finally empty, Torrent licked the last traces of broth from the sides, his stomach pleasantly full. He let out a satisfied huff, his long tail swishing contentedly across the floor. The warm, heavy feeling of the meal made his eyelids droop, and he considered stretching out for a nap. He turned in a slow circle on his bedding, his claws clicking softly against the wooden floor, before settling down with a heavy thud.
But as Torrent nestled into his cozy spot, he remembered with a sinking feeling the inevitable horror that awaited him. The rain outside meant that he couldn't go out to escape the noise, and night was fast approaching. Soon, his two humans would do what they always did at night—engage in their strange, noisy ritual of breeding. Torrent's eyes widened in dismay, his peaceful moment shattered by the realization. He gave a small whine, turning his head away from Pacificus and Merina, who were still engrossed in each other. His tail came up to cover his head, a makeshift barrier against the sounds he knew were coming. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will himself to sleep, hoping to escape into dreams before the noise began. The sound of the rain and the warmth of the fire were his only comforts as he huddled under his tail, his majestic scales glistening in the firelight, wishing for peace and quiet.
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Morning arrived, bringing with it a crisp, dewy freshness in the air, as the rain had finally ceased. Torrent stepped out of the humans’ hut, the scent of damp earth and wet grass filling his nostrils. His fur shimmered with droplets, glistening like tiny diamonds against his red and green scales. The first rays of the sun were just beginning to pierce through the lingering clouds, casting a golden hue over the vast expanse of greenery that stretched out before him. He was grateful for the end of the rain; it meant more freedom to roam and munch on the succulent grass that grew in abundance.
He ambled to a patch of particularly lush grass, lowering his head to take a bite. His powerful jaws closed around the tender blades, the crunch of the grass audible as he chewed. Each bite was a reminder of the simple joys of his life—eating, resting, and the occasional grooming session by his human servants. Life was good, he thought, if only those two would stop their nightly breeding.
He glanced toward the hut, spotting Pacificus, the man responsible for Torrent's sleepless nights, emerging first as always. Pacificus was already busy, gathering berries and wild herbs from the thunder beast’s mane. Torrent grudgingly acknowledged the usefulness of Pacificus's early rising; it often meant fresh food, something Torrent deeply appreciated. His eyes then moved to Merina, who followed shortly after. She stretched lazily as she stepped outside, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders. To Torrent, Merina was a curious creature. Unlike Pacificus, she often busied herself with strange tasks—constructing odd contraptions inside or outside the hut. Torrent didn’t understand the purpose of these activities, but he knew they involved the soft, strange material that humans covered themselves with. He pitied them for their lack of fur, understanding instinctively why they needed to use other creatures’ pelts to keep warm. Humans were such peculiar, hairless creatures, he mused.
As he chewed on another mouthful of grass, his jaws working rhythmically, Torrent suddenly felt something sharp against his muzzle. Startled, he jerked back, his scales rattling slightly. There, just a few paces away, stood another creature. Torrent’s heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight before him.
It was her.
The beast stood elegantly in the morning light, her coat gleaming with a mixture of brown and black scales that blended seamlessly with the foliage around her. A long, slender horn protruded from her forehead, curving gracefully upward. Her mane, though less pristine than Torrent's, was still majestic, flowing down her neck like a waterfall of silken strands. Her eyes, soft and alert like those of a doe, regarded Torrent with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. She had claws on her front legs and hooves on her back, just like him. Her fur, though in need of a good cleaning, added a rugged charm to her appearance, emphasizing the wild, untamed nature of the forest she called home. Her tail, long and elegantly furred, swayed gently behind her.
Both Kirins stood there, frozen for a moment, each with a mouthful of grass, staring at one another. Torrent’s initial shock was slowly replaced with a sense of awe and caution. He had never expected to encounter another of his kind so close, especially not here.
Remembering the tales of fiercely protective mothers, Torrent's gaze swept the ground around her. She must have a fawn nearby, he realized. The instinct to avoid conflict with a mother Kirin was strong. He had no desire to test her temper or provoke a confrontation, especially if a young one was involved. Slowly, he took a step back, his ears flicking nervously. The female Kirin continued to watch him, her expression unreadable. He lowered his head in a gesture of respect, chewing and swallowing the last of his grass before turning to leave her in peace. He had no intention of inciting her wrath. His instincts told him to move away, to give her space, and so he did, retreating quietly back to the familiar comfort of his grazing spot, his heart still racing from the unexpected encounter.
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Torrent was greedily munching on some wild berries he found growing on a bush, their sweet and tart juices bursting in his mouth with every bite. He had seen Pacificus eating these berries many times, savoring their flavor, but Merina never touched them. Torrent couldn’t understand why the lady human avoided such a delicious treat, but her indifference meant more berries for him, and he wasn’t complaining. He plucked another handful with his sharp teeth, savoring the sweet nectar as it dribbled down his chin, his eyes half-closed in contentment.
As he gorged himself, Torrent’s ears suddenly twitched, picking up the faint sound of movement. He sensed an intruder. His eyes darted up from the berry bush, muscles tensing, as he scanned the surrounding area. There she was again, the female Kirin. Her presence sent a ripple of tension through him. She moved gracefully among the foliage, her sleek body blending with the shadows and dappled light. Torrent knew she must be a mother, foraging to protect and nourish her fawn. Respectfully, he stepped away from the bush, giving her space to eat. He had no desire to challenge her, knowing full well the fierce protectiveness of a mother Kirin.
With the female Kirin occupied, Torrent wandered back to his favorite spot. It was a small clearing, just wide enough to let a few beams of sunlight filter through the dense canopy above. The ancient trees loomed overhead, their trunks thick and gnarled, their branches stretching towards the sky as if trying to touch the sun. Torrent settled down on the soft grass, basking in the warmth of the sun, even if only a fraction of its light reached him through the towering forest.
Just as he was drifting off into a comfortable slumber, his ears twitched again. This time, it wasn't a soft rustling that caught his attention, but a heavy, rhythmic thudding. The ground beneath him vibrated slightly, sending a shiver through his body. Torrent stood up, his muscles taut, nostrils flaring as he scented the air. The vibration grew stronger, and then he saw it—a figure emerging from the underbrush.
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It was another Kirin, a male this time. Torrent's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the newcomer. This Kirin, like him, had three sets of antlers, each set branching out like the limbs of an ancient tree. His head was distinctly wolfish, his muzzle long and sharp, and his eyes gleaming with a wild, untamed light. His mane rippled down his neck, a cascade of fur that glistened with the hues of his scales—vivid yellow and deep blue, a striking contrast to Torrent’s own red and green.
The male Kirin stepped forward, his gaze locked onto Torrent, muscles rippling under his scales. Without warning, the stranger let out a low snarl, baring his sharp teeth. The sound was a deep rumble, echoing through the clearing and vibrating in Torrent’s chest. Immediately, Torrent’s mane bristled, rising in a display of warning. His scales rustled, shifting slightly to reveal the intricate patterns beneath—scales that formed the shapes of eyes, each one gleaming with a menacing light, as if countless unseen beings were staring down their intruder. The eyes, red and green, contrasted sharply against the yellow and blue of the other Kirin, their colors a vivid testament to the rivalry brewing between them.
Torrent’s posture stiffened, his head lowered in a defensive stance. He didn’t want to fight, but he was ready if the intruder pushed. His tail lashed behind him, the fur bristling, his claws digging into the earth as he held his ground. The clearing seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with the tension of two powerful creatures facing off, each assessing the other, waiting to see who would make the first move.
The intruder moved swiftly, faster than Torrent had anticipated. With a feral snarl, he lunged forward, his sharp claws gleaming as they raked across Torrent’s side. The impact was powerful, sending a shock of pain through Torrent’s body as the claws dug deep into his scales. His natural armor, usually a reliable defense, was not enough to completely fend off the vicious attack. Blood seeped from the gashes, staining his red and green scales with a dark crimson hue.
Before Torrent could fully react, the other Kirin had latched onto his neck, his jaws snapping shut with a crushing force. Torrent felt the pressure against his throat, but his thick mane provided a vital buffer. The strands of fur and scales absorbed most of the bite, keeping the sharp teeth from piercing his vulnerable flesh. The scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the earthy smell of the forest, adding a coppery tang to the wind.
Torrent’s eyes blazed with fury. The pain ignited a primal rage deep within him, a fire that burned through his veins. With a fierce roar, he retaliated, lashing out with his own claws. His front legs moved with surprising speed for a creature of his size, his claws striking the intruder’s shoulder and tearing through the yellow and blue scales. The sound of ripping flesh was followed by a high-pitched yelp as the intruder stumbled back, Torrent's claws leaving a trail of blood across his hide.
The battle intensified, each Kirin a whirlwind of motion and aggression. They reared up on their hind legs, clashing like titans, each trying to overpower the other. Torrent's claws swiped through the air, meeting the intruder’s blows with equal ferocity. Their bodies collided, the impact resonating through the clearing like thunder. The once peaceful grassy field was quickly being transformed into a battlefield, the grass torn and matted with blood. Red and green scales mixed with yellow and blue, each slash of claws adding to the tapestry of violence that marked the ground.
Torrent’s fat reserves became his unexpected armor. Every time the intruder's claws dug into him, they met the resistance of Torrent's thick layer of fat, absorbing much of the damage. The wounds stung, but they weren’t deep enough to be fatal. In contrast, the intruder’s leaner form offered less protection. Each blow Torrent landed was met with a wince, each bite left a deeper wound.
Torrent’s weight proved to be his greatest advantage. He knew he was heavier, and he used that to his benefit. Seizing a moment of weakness, Torrent charged, his powerful legs propelling him forward. The ground shook beneath his bulk as he barreled into the intruder, knocking the Kirin off balance. Torrent’s momentum carried them both to the ground, his larger frame pinning the intruder beneath him. The intruder struggled, his claws scrabbling at Torrent's scales, but it was no use. Torrent's weight was too much to overcome.
With a final, furious roar, Torrent pressed down, his full weight pinning the intruder to the ground. The other Kirin let out a pained grunt, his struggles growing weaker as he realized the futility of his situation. Torrent's jaws snapped close to the intruder's neck, a warning that the battle was over. The intruder's yellow and blue scales, now streaked with blood, glistened under the filtered sunlight, his body going still beneath Torrent’s dominance.
Victory was his. Torrent stood over his opponent, his chest heaving, his own wounds burning but manageable. The intruder lay beneath him, defeated, the fight drained from his eyes. Torrent let out a final, triumphant roar that echoed through the forest, a declaration of his strength and dominance. The other Kirin would leave, knowing not to challenge him again.
When Torrent returned to his humans, he saw their eyes widen in shock, their hands halting mid-task. Pacificus dropped the bundle of herbs he was sorting, while Merina's weaving fell from her fingers. Both rushed toward him, their faces a mix of horror and worry, their gazes locked on the wounds that marred his majestic scales. Blood dripped from his sides and matted his fur, a vivid testament to the ferocity of his recent battle.
Pacificus wasted no time, grabbing a cloth to press against the deepest of the wounds, his hands steady despite the concern etched on his face. Merina moved quickly to gather the herbs she knew could help stem the bleeding and ease the pain. They worked together in silence, the air thick with unspoken fear. They wrapped the wounds with strips of cloth soaked in herbal poultices, the scent of healing herbs mingling with the coppery smell of blood. Torrent stood still, enduring their ministrations with the patience of one who knew these were necessary, even if he considered the injuries mere scratches. His muscles ached, and every movement sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he stood proud and unbowed.
Afterward, they fed him a bowl of warm, nourishing soup, the broth rich and hearty. Torrent lapped it up, the warmth spreading through his body, dulling the sharp edges of his pain. He appreciated his humans' care; they were diligent, attending to his wounds with a gentleness that belied their earlier shock. Though his body hurt, he knew he would recover. For Torrent, these injuries were marks of honor, proof of his strength and the battles he had fought and won.
Once patched up, Torrent went back to his favorite spot to nibble on some wild berries. The bushes were laden with ripe, juicy berries, their sweet scent enticing. As he approached, his ears pricked up, sensing another presence. To his surprise, the lady Kirin was there, her elegant form bending gracefully as she ate the berries. Her mane flowed in the breeze, and her single horn gleamed in the filtered sunlight. Startled, Torrent paused. He didn’t want to provoke another confrontation, especially not so soon after his last battle. With a cautious step backward, he retreated, searching for another bush to satisfy his hunger.
He wandered a bit before finding a patch of wild man-eating flowers, their large, pot-like blooms swaying gently in the wind. Torrent eyed them with a hint of glee, knowing these flowers made a delicious snack. Their petals were thick and fleshy, their nectar sweet. As he tore into one, he relished the burst of flavor, his teeth crunching through the thick petals with satisfaction.
Just as he was enjoying his meal, another presence landed nearby, the ground trembling slightly beneath the weight. Torrent turned to see a male Kirin, this one sporting blue and red scales that shimmered like jewels in the dappled light. The intruder’s eyes gleamed with hostility, and a low growl rumbled from his throat, echoing the sound of distant thunder. Memories of his recent battle surged back into Torrent’s mind. His wounds were still fresh, his body not yet fully recovered, and he had no desire for another fight. Yet, the thought of running didn’t sit well with him. He had his human servants to protect, and the territory he’d come to consider his own.
The two Kirin faced off, the air between them crackling with tension. Torrent’s mane bristled, his scales shifting as if readying themselves for combat. The blue-and-red Kirin bared his teeth, a snarl curling his lips, and then lunged forward. Torrent met the attack head-on, his own claws slashing through the air. The battle was just as brutal as the last, each Kirin using their claws and teeth in a flurry of strikes. Torrent’s already sore muscles screamed in protest, each movement a reminder of the pain still radiating from his previous injuries. Blood sprayed across the grass as claws met flesh, the ground beneath them quickly turning into a chaotic mix of green, red, and blue.
But this time, Torrent was quicker to use his greatest assets: his immense fat and weight. He dodged a swipe from the intruder’s claws, sidestepping to throw the other Kirin off balance. Then, with a powerful surge, Torrent rammed his body against the intruder, using his full weight to push him down. The blue-and-red Kirin stumbled, his footing faltering under the unexpected force. Torrent seized the opportunity, throwing his bulk onto his opponent and pinning him to the ground. The other Kirin struggled, his claws scrabbling against the earth, but Torrent held firm, his weight pressing down with crushing finality.
Defeated, the intruder let out a pained yelp before Torrent allowed him to rise. Bloodied and battered, the blue-and-red Kirin turned and fled, disappearing into the forest. Torrent watched him go, his chest heaving with exertion, his body once again marked by the scars of battle. His mane was disheveled, tangled with blood and dirt, and his wounds throbbed with fresh pain. But he had won. He had defended his territory and his humans. As he stood there, victorious yet weary, Torrent let out a low, rumbling growl, a reminder to any others that he was not to be trifled with.
Torrent returned to his humans once more, his body bearing fresh wounds, the evidence of yet another battle with a rival Kirin. His scales were scratched and his mane disheveled, patches of fur stained with blood. Pacificus and Merina immediately sprang into action, their faces etched with concern as they began tending to his injuries. They had become accustomed to this routine, the constant vigilance required to keep Torrent safe. Bandages and herbs became a staple, their scent lingering around the camp. Pacificus cleaned the wounds with gentle, practiced hands, applying healing poultices, while Merina wrapped his injuries in soft cloths, her fingers deft and sure.
Despite their care, Torrent found himself repeatedly under attack. Whenever he wandered away from the camp, another Kirin would find him, launching into a fierce battle. The pattern became all too familiar: Torrent would fend off the attackers, using his bulk and strength to protect himself, then limp back to his humans to be patched up once more. This relentless cycle stretched on for over a month. Pacificus grew increasingly protective, refusing to leave Torrent’s side, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. He would only step away when he was certain the area was safe, but inevitably, the attacks came when Torrent was alone, prowling the forest or basking in the sun.
However, the constant battles began to have an unexpected effect on Torrent. The once plump and rotund Kirin, known for his round belly and lazy demeanor, started to change. Each fight forced him to be more agile, more aggressive, and more aware of his surroundings. His muscles hardened, growing beneath his scales. His body shed the excess fat, replacing it with thick, powerful muscles. His legs became sturdier, his neck more defined. Torrent’s frame expanded, growing broader and more imposing. His back arched with newfound strength, and his mane, once purely decorative, now framed a neck that rippled with muscle. He no longer resembled the slightly chubby Kirin he once was; now, he had the appearance of a fierce, wingless dragon. His transformation was so dramatic that other Kirins began to think twice before challenging him. His sheer size and the confidence with which he carried himself acted as a deterrent.
Still, there were some who dared to test him, Kirins that still challenged his claim to the territory. Torrent had learned from his many battles, mastering the art of using his size and weight to his advantage. He would pin his opponents down, his massive form pressing them into submission. His muscles rippled with each movement, his powerful legs and sharp claws ready to defend his ground. The once soft underbelly was now a solid wall of muscle, a testament to the battles he had endured and the strength he had gained.
His fur and scales began to recover, regaining their former luster. His red and green scales shimmered once more, glinting in the sunlight like polished gemstones. His mane, though a bit more rugged, still flowed with a wild grace, a stark contrast to his now muscular physique. His growth was due in large part to his humans, the two beings he trusted most. Pacificus had recognized Torrent’s need for sustenance to maintain his strength and continued to provide him with ample food. Every meal was hearty, filled with nutrients to aid in his recovery and fortify his body. Torrent ate greedily, his hunger insatiable, knowing that his weight was one of his greatest weapons.
Merina’s care ensured that his wounds were always treated, her gentle hands cleaning his bandages and applying fresh herbs. She watched over him with a protective gaze, her worry evident every time he returned from a battle. Torrent appreciated their attention and the effort they put into keeping him safe and strong. It was their dedication that kept him fighting, their presence a reminder of what he was defending.
To avoid being caught off guard, Torrent took to the skies more often, his powerful legs launching him into flight. He would soar above the treetops, running among the clouds, his eyes scanning the terrain below for any signs of intruders. His vigilance paid off, giving him the upper hand in many of the encounters. There was not a day that passed without a fight, each one pushing him further, making him stronger.
The constant battles and the care of his humans had transformed Torrent. He was no longer the lazy Kirin who lounged in the sun with a full belly. Now, he was a formidable presence, a protector of his territory, his muscles rippling with strength, his body marked with the scars of his victories.
Though Torrent had faced many Kirins in battle and emerged victorious, there was one Kirin he dared not trifle with. This female Kirin, with her majestic single horn and a coat that blended seamlessly into the forest's shadows, was an enigma. She was different from the other Kirins Torrent had encountered. Unlike the aggressive males that challenged him, she rarely flew, preferring instead to stay on the ground, indulging in the abundant vegetation. Her demeanor was calm, almost indifferent, and she showed no fear in approaching Torrent, even when his scales bristled with warning. Her lack of fear made Torrent wary. Whenever she drew near, he would cautiously move away, preferring to keep his distance.
Having been raised among humans, Torrent did not fully understand the ways of his kind. His memories of Kirins were clouded by the time when he was just a fawn, vulnerable and frightened. The sight of his mother defending him from a carnotaur and the feeling of her absence were still fresh in his mind. The world of Kirins was one he had left behind, and his time with Pacificus and Merina had shaped him into something different. So, when this female Kirin entered his territory, Torrent's instincts were conflicted. He could not read her intentions, and that made him uneasy.
One day, while Torrent was enjoying a meal of wild cabbages, the familiar rustle of leaves made him look up. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her approaching, her movements deliberate and unhurried. He swallowed hard, feeling the tension coil within him. Startled, he instinctively backed away, wanting to put distance between them. But she blocked his path, her body moving fluidly to cut off his escape.
Torrent's heart pounded in his chest, his eyes wide with apprehension. He had fought off numerous Kirins, his size and strength unmatched, but this Kirin made him nervous in a way he couldn’t understand. Despite his larger size, he felt small and vulnerable. He continued to retreat, his steps awkward and uncertain, his body brushing against a large tree trunk. He was cornered. There was no way out. The realization made his heart race even faster, a mixture of fear and confusion coursing through him.
The female Kirin moved closer, her gaze fixed on him. Her movements were graceful, her expression calm. Torrent could do nothing but watch as she leaned her head towards him, her muzzle just inches from his. Her breath was warm, her presence overwhelming. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the soft rustle of her mane in the breeze. Torrent’s eyes darted around in panic, desperately searching for an escape, a way out of this encounter. His gaze fell upon the bushes nearby, where he spotted Pacificus and Merina. Relief flooded him for a moment. His humans were there, watching. Surely, they would help him.
He looked at them with pleading eyes, silently begging for their intervention. But his hopes were dashed when he saw Merina’s response. She was smiling, her eyes twinkling with amusement. To Torrent’s dismay, she raised both her thumbs, a gesture of encouragement. Pacificus stood beside her, nodding in agreement, his face relaxed and unconcerned. They seemed to find the whole situation amusing, as if there was nothing to worry about.
Torrent’s heart sank, his fear replaced by a sinking realization. His humans were not going to help him. They seemed to think this was some kind of harmless interaction, a moment to be observed and enjoyed. But Torrent didn’t understand. What did this female Kirin want? Why was she so fearless in his presence? He felt trapped, his instincts pulling him in different directions. The confusion was almost unbearable. His muscles tensed, his breathing quick and shallow.
With no choice left, Torrent stood still, his body pressed against the tree, his eyes never leaving the female Kirin's. He was at her mercy, unsure of what would happen next.
Then, it happened. The female Kirin leaned in closer, her eyes half-closed, and from her mouth, her tongue flicked out, gently brushing against Torrent’s face. The warm, wet sensation of her tongue was surprising, and he stood still, too bewildered to react. She licked him again, long, deliberate strokes that covered his face in her saliva. Torrent’s eyes widened in shock. Was she… cleaning him? It was a thought that both confused and calmed him. Her tongue moved over his scales, leaving a damp, glistening trail. In the midst of his confusion, a peculiar warmth spread through him, making his heart beat faster.
Instinctively, Torrent decided to reciprocate. He extended his own tongue, tentatively licking her face in return. She seemed pleased, her eyes softening, and responded by nuzzling against him. She pressed her cheek to his, their scales brushing together in a gentle, intimate caress. Her neck arched, and she rubbed against him, her mane mingling with his, creating a soft rustling sound. Torrent felt a strange mixture of confusion and contentment. He blinked, his large eyes darting to his humans for some kind of explanation.
Pacificus and Merina stood a little way off, observing with amused expressions. Merina was smiling broadly, a hint of laughter in her eyes. Pacificus had an approving nod, his arms crossed casually. Torrent sighed inwardly. They were useless, he thought, utterly useless. Instead of providing answers, they seemed to find his predicament entertaining. Whatever was happening, he would have to figure it out on his own.
The following day unfolded much like the last. Torrent found himself in yet another skirmish with a male Kirin, his body moving with practiced ease to fend off the intruder. The battle was brief, and once he had driven the Kirin away, he returned to the bushes where the female Kirin was waiting. Together, they shared a meal of wild vegetables, munching contentedly side by side. The female Kirin’s presence was becoming a comforting routine, a peaceful contrast to the constant challenges he faced. As they ate, Torrent occasionally glanced back, spotting his humans lingering not far behind.
Merina, as always, was busy with her strange hobbies. She held a piece of paper, her hand moving rhythmically with a stick of black wood, scratching out markings that meant nothing to Torrent. He had seen her do this countless times, her eyes focused, lost in whatever it was she found so fascinating. Humans, he mused, shaking his head. They always found something odd to occupy their time.
Over the days, Torrent found himself growing more accustomed to the female Kirin’s company. She was different from the others—calm, gentle, and non-threatening. He began to look forward to their shared moments, her presence a soothing balm to the endless cycle of conflict. He noticed details about her he hadn’t before, like the way her eyes sparkled when she was content or how her ears twitched at the sound of his voice.
Then there was her mane. Torrent found himself drawn to its scent, a fragrance that was unlike anything he had ever encountered. It wasn’t floral or herbal; it was uniquely hers—an earthy, comforting aroma that made his senses tingle. He couldn't explain why, but the smell was intoxicating, pulling him closer to her. Without realizing it, he had begun to lean in just to catch a whiff of her scent, a strange but pleasant habit that filled him with a quiet joy.
It didn’t take long before Torrent’s instincts began to awaken. There was a growing understanding within him, a realization that made him see the female Kirin in a new light. Her presence became more than just comforting; it became necessary. He felt a bond forming, something deeper than mere companionship. As the days passed, he found himself following her lead, mirroring her actions, his heart swelling with a feeling he couldn’t quite name.
In the midst of this, Torrent began to understand something he hadn’t before. The endless displays of affection between Pacificus and Merina, the way they always seemed to be close, the sounds that drifted from their tent at night—it all started to make sense. A knowing settled over him, an instinctual realization that went beyond words. For the first time, Torrent understood why his humans never seemed to stop breeding. And as he nuzzled against the female Kirin, inhaling the sweet scent of her mane, he found that he didn’t mind understanding at all.