As everyone knows, hardcore Wow players and authors have no life. Especially when the boss raid is formed or when the author would be praised (to catch a wild author and force him to speed up writing you need lots of praises… just sayin’…). And well, I felt like I was praised just enough.

Edited by: KenChi死

BEHOLD THE TRIPLE REALESE WITHIN ONE DAY! MWAHAHA…

What was a good outcome of this day? What was the good part in covering yourself in mud after getting a bath? A REASON TO TAKE YET ANOTHER BATH! Keep life simple… you have to enjoy little things… well, at least that was what my friend heard from his girlfriend… after sex… whatever, I am missing the point. Just go to the mountains or to the forest for a couple of days… with no electricity, running water and so on. After a weak, fully covered in dirt take a long warm bath… this is what I am feeling here. This place is… pure. Everything here wants you dead, but hey! Nobody is perfect! (psth. My name is nobody)

I got out of the pond and headed to the hut for a quick snack and talk with Aira. On my way there I took the black fur, already dried thanks to the warmth generated by my fire magic.

As I opened the doors, the rumble of tiny feet on the floor could be heard. And soon from around the corner the owner of rumbling feet jumped out.

* “You meanie! You know how worried I was?! Yesterday you literally collapsed in front of me! And then, in the morning, you disappeared so quickly that I had no time to talk with you! And...”

* “Now, now” I patted her head. Tip for you, if you are dealing with a mad girl pat her on the head, massage her back or fetch her some food. It always works. “ I am really sorry, but Sebastian forced me into one of his training sessions. Since dawn till dusk I was running after that cat… anyway, here you go… I thought you would like it…” I said handing her the black fur, pretty well done in my humble opinion. Oh, to those already mentioned ways to deal with a wild girl, giving her a fur used to work too… as long as she does not belong to any organization fighting for animals rights… Hopefully the goodness of the hunt wouldn’t mind.

* “Ha? It’s so fluffy! I love it!” See? She doesn’t mind at all. “Aww, we could put it under a chimney if we had one… Haha! I am silly! I can make one within a day!” Oh crap, I love her attitude. “Oh, come on in! To the kitchen! Supper is ready!”

I was really looking forward to hear the last part. The supper was actually… a king sized feast. It is impossible for me (even with Aira’s help) to eat that much…

~Possible, possible. Fear not. We can make it.

Ah, yes, Gluttony. I am counting on you.

* “Ah, Aira did you perhaps use the meat of the panther too? I was sure I left it over there to use it later on..”

* “Hm-h” she was so confident, so proud of herself… she was shining in her own eyes. “Sure I did! First of all the part was used to prepare the goulash! It took me some time to find a plant with a spicy aftertaste to make it more appetizing! In the soup there was also used the meat of horned rabbit. Then we have a stew a dish of boiled Rabbit with some of wolf meat. I think it will taste nice, for if rabbit’s meat has a little fat… And in the very end there is Behemoths meat roasted in gravy! I tried hard to use only those animal that you have already killed and tasted… to not spoil your fun of discovering the fun of finding new flavors by yourself… have a bite and tell he how is it…”

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I took a spoon, dug it in, and tasted. And I became silent.

* “H..h..h..ho..how… is..i..i..it?”

* “Woman, give me your apron back. Right now.”

Her elvish ear dropped down.

* “ And eat it with me, because this dish is wonderful, and I have no heart to deprive you of the joy of tasting it.”

Her ears jumped up… and down… and up… and down… crap somebody hold her or she will fly away with those.

Another tip gentlemen, if a woman would ask you if she looks nice or if we like the food… Say “bloody hell yes!” even if the food was burned to the crisp or she looked like a potato.

Nah, it is not the case. It was really good! With the eye of my mind I saw myself eating my aunt’s dinner. She was living far away… but she was a head cook in a restaurant… so yes, that is how good it was… the meal you taste once per year… so good that as the times comes, your tongue starts producing saliva weeks before the dinner.

And we had a really nice time. Spoon after spoon, our humor would only grow better and better.

No… I can’t this is too much…

~ No commander! We have to stay strong!

But… there is too much!

~ Your ancestors fought even while being outnumbered! They never failed! They never retreated! They look upon us with hope! Do not fail em’! Remember the battle under Wizna!!! Remember Cedynia! Remember  Kircholm!

B..But

~No retreat! No surrender!

b..but we have no more ammunition!

~Then saber in hand! If the blade would be broken then hit till it is broken! If hand will fail then kick till broken! If even those shall fails then bite till death! FOR THE MOTHERLAND!

…I think that the last part was kinda… whatever… here watch be performing the last attack!

I took the last bite of my dish and then took some rest in the chair.

* “Sorry Aira, it is impossible for me to eat anything more.”

* “He? But there is still plenty left!”

~We have failed… doomed… battered and torn… we came back defeated…

* “We can still eat some as breakfast in the morning, can we?”

~YES! IT IS NOT SURRENDER! WE ARE TAKING A TACTICAL RETREAT! Now, we shall regroup and fight back stronger! We know our enemy now! WE shall not fail again!

* “Anyway… Sebastian told me that you have a favor to ask.”

* “If you won’t mind”

* “Aira… You did so much for me, that sooner or later I would start demanding you to ask one.”

The bright smile appeared on her face. Just for a moment. She was troubled.

* “I told you… that as you become my priest… in the moment you picked the role of hierophant… I do not have many worshipers… And having one is extremely pleasant for a deity. It is like a warmth that grows stronger and stronger inside ours heart… it’s much better than the alcohol of mortals… would you, in my name, renew the pact with the villagers?”

* “Sure thing… but, I am just wondering… why can’t you do it on your own.”

Once again her expression turned grim.

* “We can’t really interfere with mortals… we are simply not allowed to do so. Other deities use messengers. Luxia has angels, Heira devils, Kha’jia has spirits of madness and so on, and so on. But my ancients and leviathans are not really suited to work as messangers with mortals… so I made kitsune and devourers… the first focused on being lazy and the other on causing havoc.”

She looked at me with tears in eyes.

* “Everything I ever made, turned out to be either a restless slaughterer or simply would not care… up to the point it would stop hearing my voice… my pleas… I made even a flower… and I wanted it to defend itself… to not be stolen… or trampled… and now it is huge, and eats everything! Even Goliaths! And with every passing year… I have less and less believers. Only a few elder races worship me... like elves… but there are so little of them… I was so happy when you became my devourer… and then even more… but now I am afraid, that even you would not care.”

So what could I do? The only thing that would not lead to a total catastrophe. I hugged her and began to gently pet her head.

* “You poor little thing.” I said in a kind, happy matter “You always think about the others first… trying to live thanks to their happiness. You are so adorable. How could I possibly refuse to do a favor for someone so kind and selfless?”

* “hmm, so there are two of us.” She said quietly slowly falling asleep in my arms

* “’scuse me?”

* “You also… sacrificed yourself… for the others… You picked blindly to… you casted away your humanity… not knowing if the monster you are would change into… is a dragon… or a goblin… So nice…”

And she fell asleep.

I was thinking over what she just said. I came here full of regrets. I came here to finally live for myself… and I still can’t get rid of my old behavior? Crap. While heading this path, I will find no satisfaction. Once again I will be left feeling used. In this world I can achieve whatever I want… can I? So for gods sake! From now on, I will have to change my pattern of behavior a bit… step by step… You will see.. the time will come, when I will hold the crown.

As I was wondering about the future and the past, I felt as the DNA of the cat was filling two of my cores. Soon, the notification pooped out.

The [Sloth] has been born