Chapter Three
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I stretch and pad cautiously towards the cave entrance, my senses heightened. The fog envelops the forest like a thick blanket, creating an eerie yet perfect atmosphere for hunting. I take a deep breath, delicately inhaling the scents around me while my ears perk up, searching for any sounds that might be of interest.
Suddenly, I detect a furry scent, reminiscent of the jackalopes I often hunt. Intrigued, I start tracking the source, weaving my way through the trees. As I move closer, I sense another smell, similar to the dog creatures but with a distinct difference. It piqued my curiosity, but before I could dwell on it, the scent fades away, leaving me puzzled.
I continue my pursuit, following the familiar jackalope scent, and finally, I spot my quarry: a raccoon-like creature, about the same size as me. I feel a surge of confidence; I believe I can take it down. With a swift leap, I close the distance between us. The raccoon charges at me, and I deftly dodge its attack. Seizing the opportunity, I lunge forward, aiming to bite down on its neck.
I concentrate on the skill I've gained, focusing my energy on my jaws, preparing for a powerful attack. The raccoon stumbles from the force of my bite, dazed and vulnerable. I seize this chance and strike again, my claws connecting with its spine. The raccoon collapses to the ground, helpless.
I step forward one more time, and with all my might, I crush its windpipe, ensuring it won't pose a threat anymore. As I stand over my kill, I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I begin to feast on the raccoon's flesh, savoring the taste of my hard-earned meal amidst the dense foggy forest, another notification popping up.
You have slain Grade F [Wind Raccoon].
When I was almost done with my meal, I considered what I could use skill points for. Probably buying skills. I pull up my profile, and check over my evolution progress.
Personal Information
- Name: Aella of the Shattered Moon Clan
Evolution Progress (50%)
- Class: N/A
- Race: Young True Draconic Fenrir (Storm)
- Age: 23 Days
- Gender: Female
Stats
- HP: 146/150
- MP: 98/100
- Wis: 86
- Vit: 35
- Dex: 156
- Str: 128
- Agi: 207
- Mag: 92
- Sta: 157
Active Skills
- Primal Storm Affinity (Max)
- Primal Ice Affinity (Level 4)
- Bite (Level 10)
- Swipe (Level 8)
- Imbue (Level 4)
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- Iron Claws (Level 10)
- Howl (Level 8)
- Pack Mentality (Max)
- Night Vision (Max)
- Identify (Max)
-Minor Heal (Level 8)
Affinities
- Storm (Master)
- Earth (Intermediate)
- Fire (Partial Mastery)
- Shadow (Master)
- Ice (Intermediate)
- Water (Partial Mastery)
- Wyld (Partial Mastery)
- Light (Partial Mastery)
- Wind (Partial Mastery)
Passive Skills
- Regeneration (Level 8)
- Claw Mastery (Level 10)
- Twin’s Bond (Max)
- Universal Translation (Max)
Skill Shop (Max)
Titles
- Mystic Beast (Fenrir)
- Blessed By Night
- Blessed By Storm
- Blessed By Wyld
- Blessed By Dragons
Blessings
-Chosen Of The Wyld
-Bringer Of Storms
-Blessing Of Dragons
-Herald Of The Night
Status
- Healthy
- Confused
- Tired
- Sealed Memories
Wow. That raccoon went a long way towards my evolution.
Then, I smell them. Two gnolls step out of the undergrowth, primitive spears grasped in their furry hands.
Their dirty fur and sharp teeth glinted in the sunlight as they lunged at me, eager for a fight. I dodged their attacks with quick movements, using my superior speed and agility to outmaneuver them. With a growl, I swiped my claws at one of the gnolls, leaving a deep gash in its side.
But the other gnoll was not deterred, as it continued to attack with reckless abandon. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I focused on the task at hand, determined to come out victorious in this battle. Together, the gnolls were a formidable force, but I was not about to back down.
With a burst of energy, I lunged forward and delivered a swift blow that sent the second gnoll sprawling to the ground. The first gnoll, seeing its comrade defeated, let out a whimper and tried to turn tail, attempting to flee back into the wilderness.
I chase it down and bring it to the ground, tearing out its throat.
As the two gnolls lay limp at my feet, the feeling of triumph surged through me. I had slain my foes. However, this victory was fleeting, as more gnolls emerged from the darkness, their growls and snarls a stark reminder of the danger I still faced. I was outnumbered, yet I refused to back down.
I lunged at the nearest gnoll, claws flashing, and managed to injure it, causing it to stumble back in pain. Another gnoll attacked, its teeth snapping close to my face. I danced around my adversaries, utilizing my agility and speed to my advantage. I dodged their attacks and countered with precision, targeting their weak spots. The battle was intense and brutal, the air filled with the sounds of growls and yelps.
My strength dwindled, and wounds multiplied, but I persisted. I fought with every ounce of determination and courage I could muster, knowing that this was a battle for my survival. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the last gnoll fell, defeated by my relentless spirit. I panted heavily, blood staining my fur, but I had prevailed. I let out a triumphant howl, my heart pounding with adrenaline and pride.
The fight against the gnolls was fierce and deadly, but I had proven myself a fierce predator. As I healed my wounds using [Minor Heal], I knew that this victory had brought me to my evolution.
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As I made my way back to my temporary shelter, the brilliant blue sky began to fade into the darkness of night. Exhausted, I settled in and finally took a moment to revisit the notification I had hastily dismissed earlier.
The message asked if I wanted to evolve, presenting me with two options. In the darkness that I appeared in, I found myself faced with two blue screens, and an image of an evolution. The first option was intriguing.
Fledgling Storm Fenrir
Embodying the raw power of a raging storm, the Fledgling Storm Fenrir prowls with majestic grace, its form as a wolf a mere disguise for its true nature as an elemental force of nature. Streaks of lightning crackle beneath its fur, and the air around it thrums with the energy of imminent thunder. This awe-inspiring creature is a force to be reckoned with, symbolizing the untamed fury of the storm.
It sounded, and looked, interesting, but something about it didn't quite click with me.
Then, I turned my attention to the second option: True Draconic Fenrir (Storm).
True Draconic Fenrir (Storm)
The True Draconic Fenrir is a magnificent species, an unprecedented variant of the nearly extinct True Fenrirs.
As I read the description, in my mind, a vivid picture of a powerful creature that soared through the sky, bringing thunderous doom to its enemies, was painted. With bone spikes and giant wings, the image of the True Draconic Fenrir captivated me instantly.
Without hesitation, I made my decision. Feeling a sense of anticipation wash over me as darkness enveloped me, I closed my eyes and let myself drift into a deep slumber, eager to see what awaited me on the other side of this evolution.