Back to real life, I apologize slower (ie normal ish)releases. Hopefully you don't mind larger chapters as compared to more frequent smaller ones. Sometimes it just doesn't feel 'right,' so to speak.
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Exhaling quietly, Andrew pondered something to himself. Walking over to the nearest corpse he tried to withdraw it into his inventory. As soon as he did however he received from the system.
‘I guess that would be too good to be true…’
Even so, it piqued his curiosity so he ended up clicking it.
As this is your first time depositing a deceased creature we, the Corporation, would like to remind you on one small matter. While it is possible to store deceased creatures in the bag slots, it is impossible to stack their unprocessed corpses, thus requiring a slot for each. Additionally each corpse, or any organic object in general, will age as if it were outside.
-From your friendly, neighbourhood game masters
In spite of his feelings, he laughed in self-derisive manner. Lisia eyed him oddly but didn’t say anything, whereas Taryk bluntly asked, “What’s wrong, why does it look like you want to stab someone… repeatedly?”
“Friendly, my ass. They are well on their way to ending more lives than some entire countries. Not counting people they’ve converted for their own twisted desires. Ah, whatever. Fuck them, and everyone else for that matter. I want a nap, you guys in?
“What about the wolves corpses? You don’t plan on just leaving them, do you?”
“Feeling sentimental all of a sudden, El- Hmm Lisia?” shrugged Andrew before placing his hand on the body of the wolf once again
With a small luminescent glow the corpse vanished into thin air and all that was left was a small pool of blood. ‘Soaked into the ground too much? Well, regardless it’s not exactly like I want 25 litres of blood.’ As he checked his inventory he noticed the corpse.
Inventory
Bag Slot: Novice Dagger
Bag Slot: Copper Short Sword x3
Bag Slot: Worn Goblin Club x4
Bag Slot: Goblin Longbow
Bag Slot: Goblin Arrow x7
Bag Slot: Small Pebbles x12
Bag Slot: Mutated Grey Wolf (Expires in Three Days)
Bag Slot: [empty]
Bag Slot: [empty]
Bag Slot: [empty]
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As Andrew was strolling about picking up the corpses from the immediate area Lisia and Taryk stood with their jaws wide open. For a few moments, not even the chittering, squeaking, and cawing of the forest critters were heard as five more fresh wolf corpses disappeared in a small flash of light. Leaving only blood and fragments of flesh upon the ground.
Noticing the two lock-jawed companions of his, or so deemed the system, he sighed. Waving once in the air where they were staring, he got annoyed over their reactions.
“It’s just a magically disappearing corpse, why so serious?”
“...”
“Fine, let’s resort to this.” sighed Andrew as he lobbed a pebble at each of their heads in quick succession.
“OW, Bastard, what was that for?!” shouted Taryk
“Ouch, Andrew why the hell did do you do that!?” cried Lisia as she rubbed her head with a tear-filled eyes.
“Couldn’t have hurt that bad, and I thought you were broken. My Uncle always said, ‘to make sure something is broken, hit it again, otherwise it might just be acting up.’ Or something to that effect. Now, Taryk, grab the pelts and heads you already dealt with from that mess over there,” nodded Andrew towards the pile of flesh, bones, and skin turned into an impromptu nest by Taryk.
“And Elf. Make sure no one else is coming to, well, kill us? I don’t know. Be useful or something.”
“Hey! I -” retorted Lisia
“Don’t care” before being cut off in their usual fashion. Before another pebble flew in her direction. The pebble flew grazing her shoulder, after a sudden jump she landed on her rear before glaring at Andrew with an irritated expression. As turned away from her, her cheeks puffed out and she pouted, however.
‘Tch missed, there is always next time anyways.’ Ignoring the elf sitting in a rather provocative position - legs barely crossed in a short wolf-pelt dress, whilst have nothing underneath, he followed Taryk to the blood soaked ground where he did his work on the second wolf prior.
“Please do not make go into that mess. Just grab the - probably bloodsoaked, pelt from the pile. Ya know, the blanket thing you were using.”
“Yeah, sure thing Boss.”
“Seriously I’m not your ‘Boss’ you are free to do whatever in the hell you want. It is just that I don’t really care to help someone who is belligerent so I’ll ask small things from you. And in turn, you are free to do the same. And oi, did you really not realize you grew a foot taller yet? Or, did you was that supposed to be a surprise for me?”
“Wait, what? I’m taller?”
“Yeah, by like a third of your previous height. You kind of should’ve realized it by now, ya know?”
“No, no, no, that can’t be true! I feel exactly the same!”
“Yeah, yeah. Wait until we get back and you can see all the goblin bitches going after you - shit, I still have to save them don’t I? Whatever, can I please have that lovely pelt now?”
While Taryk was bewildered, Andrew indifferently spoke towards the now muscular, 4 3/4 tall goblin. While he still was very small, his facial features seemed to progress out of their initial childish set into a more masculine and defined bone structure. This was entirely due to the system’s interference during the level up and subsequent upgrades to Taryk’s END and VIT stats. While Andrew did add a few points into STR and AGI it wasn't enough to show for this massive alteration on the goblin's body. Or perhaps humans had different evolutionary traits as compared to goblins.
Andrew, uninterested in his own appearance, also changed somewhat, but since the stats were relatively balanced it wasn’t anything as major as the others. Just seemingly more ‘fit.’ As for Lisia; due to the increasing in AGI her body slimmed down sustainably. Even though she still maintained a fair portion of her curves, her body cut back a lot of the excess fat on her body. Changing the once easy D cup to a neat C while giving a fair amount of muscle tone on her elegant, proportional body.
Taryk, quickly pulled out the two heads he butched earlier before tossing them to Andrew. Although he caught them instinctively; blood splattered everywhere. While it wasn’t as though he was exactly clean, the act itself bothered him. Readying another small pebble after he deposited the pair of heads he sent it flying towards the Goblin - but not before Taryk could toss the pelt outwards, interrupting his shot.
As the pebble hit the pelt, it was brushed off before landing to the side of Taryk with an arrogant looking expression. Grumbling, Andrew picked up the crimson pelt from ground before depositing it into his inventory as well.
“Time for the other one?” Andrew asked to no one in particular.
“Sure, Boss. Ah, I actually went back to move it part ways here. It’ll be in a rather out of the way copse ‘bout midway between the two locations.”
“Why didn’t you bring them all the way here?” Andrew spoke, as he raised his eyebrows.
“Too heavy ~”
“You just threw that at me 4 seconds ago. Don’t spew that shit on me.”
“... Hmmm. Fine, I got hungry and lazy.”
“At least that makes sense, you twit.”
Exhaling loudly, he cracked his neck in an overly dramatic way. Taryk looked over confused for a moment before the pain registered on his stomach. At his feet lay a small pebble. “He holds grudges, doesn’t he?” murmured Taryk with a wry smile while clenching his stomach.
As they were moving towards the group of trees that Taryk spoke about, Lisia hung around in the back. As much for protection as her role as an archer, as her minor paranoia about Andrew suddenly lobbing another pebble at her. One the way over they encountered a stray wolf and quickly dealt with it. With a few arrows in its two skulls, a spear tipped into its chest and a sword stabbed through its throat would have been next to impossible to tell who got the final kill without the system prompts.
Congratulations! Your companion, Taryk, has gained a level! You have three stat points to distribute into his primary stats.
Placing one into AGI and two into PER so that he could be more balanced in the future, he disregarded the goblin spouting out something or another about how it was as if he couldn’t even see before and deposited the corpse into his inventory.
“You seriously brought the wolf’s materials through this brush? I get that it was probably a fair idea, but how in the hell did you get past these shrubs?” Sighed Andrew as he split another bush apart with his short sword-turned-machete.
“Ah, about that, there was a small path the even I could barely fit on a little while away. Came from the other side so it wouldn’t help us very much though,” replied Taryk as he defended his face from a rebounding branch with his spear.
“I’d rather not jungle trek through all this, but I’m sure if ‘Taryk, the Hero of the Cleaver Clan,’ failed to live up to the expectations he placed on himself he would be greatly shunned by all his people.” Spoke Andrew in a dramatic fashion, yet, the monotone voice gave away his real opinions on the matter.
“Wait, what are you on about? We already did what I claimed for the Goblin camp.”
“....’I will bring back the pelts and heads of at least ten wolves’?”
“Yeah, count ‘em. Oh… You mean? Ah, I get you. Us goblins might not be the most intelligent species, but we at least know that each head is it’s own… well, thing?”
“And ten pelts, if I may be so bold?”
“Ten half pelts? No one would expect us to do full ones. Even Grok has trouble from time to time with the wolves. So ten pelts is a bit much. Hell, most of the time, or at least before, we would just send as many of us as possible to kill those kinds of beasts meaning if a Goblin has even a fragment of a pelt today, their ancestor was likely stronger… or smarter than the others.”
“So the goblins gave up their ancestors honor to try to get into Lisia’s skirt? No surprise there actually. Hey, are we getting close yet?” complained Andrew as arm was being stabbed mercilessly by a bunch thistles.
“Just a little bit more and we’ll be there.”
Nearing the small tightly bundled copse of trees, the trio slowed their advance slightly. Not out of concern for potential predators, but because the bushes of leaves became thistles and trees grew thicker and thicker forcing them go around each one with great difficulty. It was if there was a natural fence line to keep away invaders.
As Andrew was the first to exit the forest brush he noticed the untouched crimson dyed pelt just sitting in the middle, hung on a tree branch near his entry point, as if it were laundry left up to dry.
While the surrounding trees themselves were generally rather small and sparse, a few did sporadically sprout out from the ground. To his dismay, even though the majority of the thistle and smaller bushes ceased their growth in this location, the trees in the distance themselves formed an almost impassable nature wall around some small hill. A single small exit from the natural fort appeared a little off to the side of the party.
‘Definitely a trap don’t know if they could have made it more obvious though.’ thought Andrew as he readied his swords, pulling an extra into his holster just in case.
“Goblin. Are you just an idiot or did you want to die right now?” spoke Andrew to the emerging Goblin callously.
“Huh, I swear I left it around here… Ah, that’s it! Wait, why do you look so pissed off - again? Hmm let me rephrase that, why do you look more angry than your usual pissed off self?”
“Because some idiotic goblin... led us to a rather unpleasant spot? “ chimed in Lisia, extremely uncomfortable being in the open of this clearing.
With the cries of dozens of wolves, shadows danced around from the inside of the fort’s interior before a chorus of howls seemed to deafen the party almost entirely.
Soon after, Andrew and the others were surrounded by eight, 7 foot tall wolves, each head drooling, nipping at the air before them, or just simply looking menacingly at them. With no way out, Andrew dropped his two blades from his hand before raising them while inspecting his opponents.
[Mutated Grey Wolf Alpha
Level 10
Due to their loyalty to the one Den Mother each smaller pack was absorbed into a large family. These Alphas represent their packs while acting as a personal guard to the Den Mother herself. Possesses incredibly high intelligence for it’s species and is able to understand common languages to some extent. Their consciousness is interchangeable as the minds of each leader has merged with the passing of time.
Abilities: ???]
‘Yep, no hope in hell I can kill them all in one go. Not even counting the bastards hiding away from the area right now.’
“Hey, wolves, you should be able to understand some of this at least. I came asking for a truce between the Cleaver clan of goblins and would like to speak to your Den Mother, master, superior, or whatever in the hell you want to call ‘em,” addressed Andrew towards the wolves who seemed to become seething at the mention of their Den Mother from the human’s lips.
“Also, I’m curious about something here, should you males out there wish to help me out on my little situation feel free to teach me. Ah, I missed the question entirely, ‘if you are the pride of your pack, why are your children so weak?’ “ Said Andrew whilst pointing to the nearby blood soaked pelt laid bare upon a branch. “Before you get all riled up I wanted to know which among you has the authority to even lay eyes on the Den Mother, let alone share a bed? Because it is rather shameful that such a magnificent creature such as her would have such poor children.”
Shaking his head, he picked up a sword off the ground and pointed at the most vexed wolf. The others backed off leaving the two a bit of room in the tight circle. Clearly they weren’t too happy with the conversation, but if it were to remove a rival from them, why not? As Lisia and Taryk, slipped a few metres back Andrew pointed to the wolf and laugh provocatively.
The wolf, not pleased at all, growled towards Andrew and ran full tilt towards the stationary man. 1 metre, 2, 5, even 10 metres were cleared in the blink of an eye by the furious wolf. Approaching the smirking human, it opened its jaws wide in an attempt to rip Andrews head off of its body. Andrew, on the other hand, wasn’t too impressed by the beast. ‘Definitely faster than the others but isn’t it’s only major factor the size of it? Bigger they are..’
With a light toss he threw his holstered short sword in the wolf’s gaping mouth and stepped back a bit. The alpha still far beyond reason, snapped its jaw shut at the flying blade with its colossal teeth - shattering the sword into small pieces.
These fragments split off of the blade and during its flight slashed, stabbed, and embedded themselves into the wolf’s mouth causing it to stop its charge. Yelping resentfully with one pair of eyes dyed red with fury but unable to take over the other half of its body, the other crying out in pain. ‘Two different nervous systems… how in the actual hell is that possible.’
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Dashing to the injured sides body the only response was a blade into the wolf’s heart.
You have leveled up! You have three stat points to distribute into your primary stats.
Immediately he put them into his agility stat, raising his max speed, to help him keep up with the wolves.
Ignoring the approaching circle he shouted out once more, “Is that all you’ve got? Honestly, I thought you were supposed to be the top of your packs, will you send another to fight or simply allow this human to show your prided ‘Den Mother’ the weakness of her own kind?”
As he pointed to another wolf, once again fuming, the twin heads roared with fury in unison before charging at Andrew.
Taking a quick glance to the sides to pray that no more were invited by his taunt, Andrew waved his sword relaxedly in front of his face. ‘Damn, the agility stat is kind of ridiculous. Actually all of them are, but… Intelligence seems to be a double edged sword,’ mused Andrew with a wry smile.
Like the first, the second wolf took off immediately, closing the distance in a split second before arriving at the idling human.
Even before the jaws came near Andrews face, he vanished. Appearing to the side of the wolf he stabbed the wolf’s flank in quick succession before slicing a tendon in the wolf’s leg. Effectively crippling the wolf, the other wolves gazed at the once great alpha wolf with both amusement and pity.
Looking around at the massive corpse beside him and the one on the way, Andrew sighed, ‘If this keeps happening how the hell will I be able to have room to fight these overgrown mutts? Well, one more won’t make much of a difference.’
An awkward moment of silence passed through the area, of course, with the exception of the moaning and panting wolf Andrew just crippled and left to bleed out. Raising both hands, with a newly equipped goblin club in his left and a copper short sword in his right, he pointed at two more wolves.
As the two bounded in his direction, Andrew leaned back slightly while resting his foot on the first wolf’s corpse. Seeing the two get closer and closer he waited until they were right within reach before acting.
Taking a breath, Andrew hopped up on the corpse before using it was a springboard to soar over the two wolves. Neither willing to lose this chance, the two wolves jumped up at the airbourne man, opening their gaping maws further and further. At around 5 meters in the air, the trio met one another.
The first wolf to reach him received a small club thrown down his throat causing it choke and convulse momentarily, whereafter it flailed around, kicking the other slightly in one of its snarling heads.
As his upward momentum was starting to crumble, Andrew - entirely idle in the air saw the two fast approaching him.
Rotating his hips and swinging his legs upwards he dodged one claw only to have his leg covered in lacerations from the flailing wolf’s tail purely by chance. Clenching his teeth hard to endure the pain, Andrew swung his legs around once more to stop his spin - or, as much as humanly possible, and leveled his short sword with the one of the beasts midsection. As soon as his blade sunk into flesh, so to did the wolf’s teeth.
With one of the wolf’s heads firmly locked onto his legs, Andrew viciously stabbed again and again, getting closer to the wolf’s spine with every thrust.
For what seemed like an eternity Andrew hung in the air, stabbing the wolf while it tried to rip his thigh off of his body. The only saving grace was the equipment he received acted as some deterrent to the actually wounds.
But the pain was still too intense. If it was before the new age, Andrew, or any other human for that matter, would have already passed out. But with each stab even as Andrew was losing strength and his much needed willpower to keep conscious, the wolf finally seemed to loosen his grip on the man’s thigh. With a punch to the face of the wolf, sending it surprisingly far distance away, Andrew freed himself only to be met with the hard ground.
Winded and sore, Andrew had little power to get up from off the comforting ground, yet, when a savage snarl approached from behind he immediately sprang forward.
Diving forward, Andrew felt like he hit a wall. A soft, fuzzy, slightly matted wall - that happened to be vomiting out wooden splinters. Taking cover underneath the oblivious wolf, the one in pursuit came quickly behind Andrew, tackling the immobile wolf in the process.
As the two bickered for a moment with a small bite or claw swung into the empty air as threats, Andrew crept behind - and off to the side, in lieu of the tail swinging furiously back and forth - the relatively uninjured wolf. Grabbing another short sword from the inventory, Andrew pulled the floating sword out of the air before tightening his hold of the new blade.
As the howls, snarls, and all other manner of noises created from the were incredibly loud neither noticed the relatively small human approach.
‘Even the encirclement doesn’t even bother to let them know? Huh, friendly creatures, hey?’
With a quick dash behind the wolf, timing his dodge from the aggressive, deadly tail, he used a cross slash on the nearest hind leg of the wolf. After he swept his swords away from the second leg the wolf finally seemed to register the agony of standing.
Seeing the other collapse in their stance, the other wolf took this opportunity to finish their little spat by tacking the downed wolf, threatening to close its jaws around its neck.
Andrew obviously didn’t let this opportunity pass as the wolf growled softly a single sword was inserted directly into its throat from the side. The other blade - mirroring the first, ended up in the other wolf’s throat.
As the two collapsed, Andrew limped out, covered in the life blood of the two creatures, washing Andrew thoroughly with crimson blood. ‘So there heads have different nervous systems by they only have one heart, therefore cutting off one head would completely kill the wolf by disrupting his blood flow.’ Attempting to walk about his realisation wasn’t wise, but Andrew shuffled his way over towards the centre, closest towards Lisia anyways.
“Ow, fuck, Hey El- Ahem, Lisia seems like you haven’t been eaten yet, mind healing me?”
“...”
“Elf?”
“LISIA! DAMN IS THAT SO HARD?!”
“Said it the first time, heal please or we may all die ~” spoke Andrew light heartedly, though the tightness on his face and tone of voice dictated otherwise.
“... Can you please just not look like a demon, or some other disgusting creature that bathes in blood, even for a day?” muttered Lisia as the strange green glow floated towards Andrew.
“Not my choice, but for this week that seems to be my prerogative.”
Feeling a slight reprieve of the symptoms, he once again shook his body loose.
You have leveled up! You have three stat points to distribute into your primary stats.
Just like before he placed all three points into agility, oddly enough the other wolves didn’t seem all that inclined to attack him. It was a peculiar mix of fear, excitement, respect, anger, and many more than Andrew simply couldn’t determine on the spot. Sighing loudly to himself, he walked towards the four corpses in the middle - evidently, the second challenger bled out already, before depositing them into his inventory soundlessly.
The wolves stood stock still more a long while. Sniffing, calling, and cautiously scratching the place where the corpses disappeared from where their kinsmen were once alive was limit of what they did as they began to move.
“Hey random wolfie number one? Are you listening? Damn, sure that is interesting and all, but what would happen if an enemy were to take advantage of your… your.. damn it all. Why didn’t I think of that before?” sighed Andrew for the ‘nth time today.
The slightly conflicted expression on his face turned to irritation when the wolf’s ignored him once more.
“Andrew, please… please don’t tell me…” spoke Lisia who didn’t even know quite how to react to this action.
“Oi, Mutt.” called out Andrew, however, just as the sound reached the wolf’s ears so, to, did a small pebble embedded itself into the eye socket of the - unfortunately wide-eyed creature.
“Don’t fight like a bitch, the bastard before almost got me, maybe you’ll have a chance? And the rest of you - Calm. The. Hell. Down. Oh, you come though.”
Andrew pointed out towards the surprisingly obedient animal who slowly trotted over with confidence - or rather, arrogance, even though one of it’s four eyes were sealed behind a rock.
‘He wants nothing more to do the same to me too, and then some, I’d imagine,’ mused Andrew with a small smirk on his face.
With the extra three agility he just added his attack movement speed had increased by a large margin, making the bipedal man almost as fast the quadruped wolf. Although both were at level ten, the existence of a separate weapon acted very much in Andrew’s favour. As did the gauntlet styled battle he incited from the creatures.
Too proud to turn down a battle, but too proud to cooperate with their rivals. In fact, should Andrew leave right now, a new hierarchy would be created and wolf’s themselves would likely be indifferent to whether the man’s had his life or not.
But.
That’s not how Andrew wished to play it.
Leaving behind the screaming wolf to his rear, all four legs severed from its body, ears cut off, and a copper sword embedded just far enough inside the wolf’s body. Sitting almost directly beside its heart, to kill him instantly should he move or struggle. With a few lines of slashes that were meant only to bring about pain and suffering to the arrogant creature.
Withdrawing another sword, Andrew glanced back at the encirclement before calling out,
“Hey, Goblin, Elf, be on your guard in case they get antsy because I was a little sadistic to that arrogant looking one.”
“A little sadistic, that’s all, right? Not, ‘I’m secretly a mass murderer from whatever world I popped out of?’ Kind of thing, retorted Lisia in obvious disgust, but still brought up her bow she dropped on the ground. Just leaving the bow unloaded.
“Meh, I don’t like that kind of arrogance, do you?”
“No; Can’t say that I do… But really? To that much of an extent?” replied Lisia, though, most of the words went to the empty air instead.
Seeing each grab their weapons - in as gentle and non-threatening as possible, for tools meant to slaughter one thing or another, he approached another wolf.
Raising his twin swords forward as he approached the three remaining creatures, he suddenly stopped.
Feeling what could only be described as a nearly limitless blood lust, the wolves all howled in unison before lowering their heads. And what approached was monstrous.
A pitch black wolf with a serpentine tail and just one head whose eyes had purple iris and obsidian vertical slits in place of it’s pupils. Standing over 9 feet tall, it exuded a sense of danger like no other creature he experienced thus far.
With an ominous violet glow, the beast slowly transformed in front of his eyes. When it was all over, he was swept off of his feet. Not by fear, anxiety, or anything of that nature, but falling on the ground rolling around like a madman while laughing hysterically.
The once terrifying creature, transformed itself into a small 10 or 11 year old girl, with snow white skin, fine, wavy black hair, and far too large of a chest for her height. Trying to stand elegantly above the human, but stumbled unto her face in the process. As she fell she managed to show off her serpentine tail coiling up and around her naked body in an attempt to hold her back up - but, that action, obviously wouldn't work.
Sheylin the Enchantress
Level 4
Description: ???
Abilities: Transformation, ???
Laughing even harder now, he spoke to her callously as she was getting up, “Hey brat, did you just sleep around with a bunch of mangy dogs so you could feel important about yourself?”
Surprisingly she was speaking clearly with a soft alluring voice as she replied, “Nope~ that was mother, she told me recruit you, or something ~. You have proven yourself worthy to bred with her, she just wants strong children. How about it? You sleep with her give her a strong child so that he may help us with our goal in the future~”
“Ah, well considering your age and proportions I actually wouldn’t be against it, as she is probably quite attractive, but I’d like the women I sleep with to not have dog fur stuck in their private parts. Hmm is that racist in this world? I digress, why the hell is she breding an army or whatever? Just curious.”
“Well, I’m sure she’ll tell that to you over the pillow talk later on, unless of course, you ~ want ~ me ~” spoke the little girl, who attempted to act seductively, but failed miserably to the disinterested man.
“Children are disgusting creatures, in my world and this, apparently. Goal, your mother’s strength, and how many more are in your pack. Those are all questions I’d like to ask. Oh, that guy finally kicked the bucket, hey?”
Ignoring the pouting child and moving around to pick up the corpse, he noticed a smaller wolf cub appear from nowhere licking the wounds on his mutilated body with each pair of eyes radiating grief and anger.
"Excuse me, pup I need to take something your Dad has been holding on for me.” said Andrew as he pulled out the copper sword, long since stained with the wolf’s blood. “Oh Sheylin do you mind if I take this corpse?”
“Hmm, it isn’t really up to me to decide, but oh well, it really isn’t that big of a deal. But in return you absolutely must have a meal with us. And I won’t take no for an answer.” she said as she wrapped her tiny arms around his legs, trying to rub her bust as sensually as possible. Though to Andrew it was no different than a cat rubbing your leg as you walk past.
“Big words for such a little girl,” quipped Andrew noncommittally as he pushed off the clinging girl from his leg.
“Ah, you really do need to meet my mother, she is the most beautiful, elegant, amazing, woman you’ll ever meet ~ “ spoke Sheylin with her eyes twinkling in reverence to her mother.
“And my two companions: the goblin and the elf?” Nodding towards the two standing slightly behind him. Taryk gave a rough nod whereas Lisia was clenching her fist fuming.
“HEY, FOR THE -”
“Yeah, that is perfectly fine, what’s that saying, ‘food tastes better with company?’” Interrupted Sheylin, simply for the sake of expediting their conversation.
“Hey, Boss... “ started Taryk before being cut off by Sheylin.
“Probably a trap, something to that effect? Well, if we really cared about the masses those wolves would have ganged up on you to slaughter you instead of the little escapade you were playing. As their leader, teacher, mother, so on and so forth, she taught them to respect the strong even when they are enemies. That is because enemies and allies is truly just a blurred line between ideals and communication is necessary to secure our future.”
“Well spoken - for a child at least.”As she pouted adorably, Andrew nodded towards his companions to signal them to follow him.