:: Dear Diary... There are three types of people I hate the most. One: people who think they deserve respect by stepping on your tail and head. Two: women who pinch my @ss, this includes men. Three: show offs. What really p*sses me off about number three, is the fact that they're so much a natural with what they do, they have no idea how much other people hate them...Diary. Don't ever grow up to be like them...No. I'm not in the mood to play ball base. Just let me--BUGYAAAH! M-MY FACE! ::

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*BANG!* *BANG!* *Ka-chuk*

"Phew. It's been a while since I worked up a sweat. Wonder who she was."

"Bafu! Bafu!"

"Oh! My sweet Clementine! I was so worried about you!"

The woman held a unique rifle. It was on a completely different level than that of a certain Half-Elf's Mosin-Nagant Russian Bolt Action. In fact, this model she carried had an older design. Neither was it as archaic as the matchlocks that were becoming a major brand in this fantasy world.

It was longer  than her leg, two barrels stacked on top of each other, and the bullet slugs were loaded into the chamber with a lever.

Somewhat like a 1886 Winchester.

And the woman who wielded this peculiar weapon, knelt down so she could happily hug the little Lycan Girl into her arms, leather tassels on her sleeve dancing.

"Oh my little sugar bun is alright. You had Mama was so scared when you wandered off. I told you to stick close to me."

"Bafu. Bafu-fu."

"No excuse, little lady. You were supposed to hold my hand, especially when we walk out of the castle."

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"Bafu-bafu-ba!"

"... N-no. N-not yet. W-we won't be going back to see the other Vampires we... we still got some sh-shopping to do right?"

"... Bafu?"

"Y-yes. W-we still need to buy garlic and onions... I-it's spaghetti We-Wednesday, right?"

"........................................."

"N-no. Mama isn't lying to you, d-don't stare at me so hard!"

The woman in the blue dress shuddered from the blank stares the Lycan Girl was giving her. It was as if the wolf girl had these hidden psychological powers that could distort one's thought patterns or cognition.

When it really was more like: a child scrutinizing their parent for not getting them any toys for Christmas.

That was why the woman with the rifle was fidgeting on the spot.

"L-let's h-hurry up and get the rest of the ingredients and leave town."

"...Bafu?"

"I-I mean, leave town and go back home. O-of course. I-it's not like we're trying to run away."

"........Ba?"

"..............................."

The little Lycan Girl Lily Tiger stared at her 'mother' who had this faint smile on her pale face. Hiding the fangs under her lips, she would just scratch in between the pup's ears, quietly laughing.

"... You're too sweet and innocent for this cruel world, Clementine. You don't deserve to be a prisoner to us vampires."

"Bafu, bafff."

"Even if you don't mind sitting around and play games in your cell called a bedchamber, you should see the world... I... I wish I had the power to give you that."

Lily Tiger paused, and suddenly reached out. Her tiny paw touched the cold cheek of the Vampire woman, who suddenly melted. A small tear fell from her eye.

"... Thank you Clementine, for cheering Mama up... For your sake, I'll become stronger."

The woman wiped away the small tear from her face, and pulled the Lycan girl into a deep hug. Holding her close as if she was the only thing she could ever cherish in this cold and rough world.

"...Sniff. Alright. So tell me, who is the best mama in the wild, wild west!?"

"Bafu! Bafu-fu-fu! Bafu!"

"That's right! It's good ol' Amy Oakley! Yee-haaw!"

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