Gerald wasn’t too sure how he was going to go about enacting his revenge when he didn’t even know who the participant or even participants were supposed to be.

So the first thing he did as soon as his hairy little feet touched down upon floor of the cave undergrowth again, was to revisit upon the memory of his attack with the aid of actually revisiting the scene of where it had occurred.

The clearing was free of bodies having probably been cleaned up by some opportunistic scavengers. There was nought to remind him of what had happened except for some white bloodstains.

He still remembered the pain he had had to endure and the pathetic state he was previously in, but Gerald still came up blank as to the identities of his attackers.

Wait a jiffy… the wee Owlmite wasna there no more when I woke up! He recalled whilst scratching his chin before using the same hand to scratch upon a rogue itch on his ass.

So either, 1. They came in and ate it or 2. The jobbies had some other reason to come and take the Owlmite away.

And if I ken right, there wasna no blood except for Jeff and his folk…. So the wee cheeky fuckers must’ve been other Owlmites! Gerald surmised with a click of his finger to add a flair of dramatism to his revelation.

“HeeHeeHee,” he giggled/wheezed to himself with malicious intent for any Owlmites he were to find.

Interrupting his evil scheming was the sight of a pale snake-like worm protruding out of the ground and mulching upon some freshly fallen leaves just at the edge of the clearing.

It was just particularly large Rottwood worm, one that was comparable to the size of his arm and seeing as to how Gerald was two-handspans tall, that was an incredible size for any Rottwood worm. The ones that he were used to barely even came to the size of his fingers.

“Fantimal’s holy shit,” Gerald whispered under his breath as he was afraid to scare away such a fine specimen.

Before he had never really given the creatures much credit or a second thought, but surely Silky could make use of a worm of such size.

He then slowly tiptoed towards the leaf litter that the Rott-zilla-worm was enjoying. But sadly as soon as he got within a few paces of the creature, it froze in its act of enjoying a particularly green leaf .

Then having sensed the impending danger that Gerald presented, the giant worm quickly receded back into the ground accompanied by a wet slurping sound.

“Ahh, Yah crummy fuck!” cursed the fairy before smacking into an open palm.

Gerald really was wondering what possible improvements Silky’s dungeon fuckery could’ve done to the creature.

Then something else occurred to him.

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“Ha would’ja look at that? I think I’m enjoying myself,” he thought whilst smiling to himself. The him of before would’ve found the idea of himself messing about with the Rottwood worms inconceivable. Yet here he was feeling disappointed that he wasn’t able to catch a big one.

Maybe I can just bring back some of the wee ones?

But then he was confronted with two very critical problems. First was the fact that the worms were coated in slime and he didn’t do slime. But more importantly was how he had nothing convenient to hold the buggers in, such as a pocket.

There was no way he was going to caught in such an undignified manner. What would people think if they saw a old-yet-still-handsome and naked fairy such as himself to be walking about the place with Rottwood worms in his hands?

Stories of some perverted sprite would be all over the place in no time.

Look at me here messin about! Nearly even’ havin thought that cloths were a good idea! He scoffed before heading of along his way.

He did also briefly think of his shiny new ring, but quickly discarded that line of thought. For no matter how powerful his version was, any ring of holding couldn’t carry living things.

…

A few minutes later and Gerald was fortunate enough to stumble upon some new unsuspecting critters.

He chanced upon beasties after having rounded a particularly annoyed blackberry bush. Then seeing how his entrance went by unnoticed, prompted Gerald to jump back behind the aforementioned bush like some naked hobo-pervert spying on wildlife.

The creatures were akin to tadpoles that were the size of a kickball to Gerald, yet he had never witnessed any tadpoles with spinning propellers above their heads before.

Unaware of his presence, the four hovering tadpoles were currently busy nibbling upon the corpse of some dead thing.

Gerald wasn’t really able to see what it was that they were eating but due to some jostling between the tadpoles, he was then able to spot a particularly recognizable off-white and noodley arm.

“Ack Jeff, looks like you’re weak as-,” he muttered under his breath.

But before he had even realised his mistake, the tadpoles all were alerted to his position.

The creatures all turned in his direction before blowing small bubbles from their equally little mouths in alarm with their beady eyes trained upon him. Then as if on cue, all four turned tail before shooting off into the underbrush.

“Ack NOO!” shouted Gerald with impotent rage before flying into the clearing.

He felt like he had just let slip a great opportunity.

He had never seen one of those weird looking creatures before.

His feelings of frustration faded just as soon as it came to be replaced by a newfound sense of joy and adventure.

“My oh my, if this is what the rush is like ta be a poacher nabbing beasties. Then I can certainly see the draw to it,” Gerald joked to himself.

-

That was when a large shadow barrelled into the unsuspecting little fairy before a sharp and horrible pain engulfed his torso.

One moment Gerald was quipping jokes and the next one his ring arm and most of his wings were inside of some big lizard’s mouth.

Somehow he was become some large oily black lizard’s lunch.

He himself wasn’t even able to fully comprehend what was going on as his moment of confusion stretched on for a few more seconds. In Gerald’s face was a large and yellow reptilian eye.

The two were frozen like a tablue to the folly of lapsed attention in the face of possible predation.

Then the creature’s large yellow slitted eye that was just above his face expanded before the creature thrashed him against the floor.

“Ackk! Oiii!! Ouuf! Ack STOP IT YOU-” Gerald protested before one of the monster’s violent movements ended with him smacking his head onto the ground and cracking his skull.

Then the world went dark as Gerald died once more.

…..

Half an hour later and Gerald was once again beside Silky after having just refruited.

“Shut it,” he grumbled whilst wiping himself.

But I wasn’t going to-

“What did I just say kid?” he shot out whilst blowing some slime out of his ears.

…..

“Good, because now I think I’m going to have ta take this seriously. Maybe even make a list o’fuckers.”