Balto is old. His paws hurt, and his brain itches. His back is covered with red plants. Red grass, red moss and red flowers. His belly has been growling at him for a while now, demanding something to eat. But Balto wasnt starving for some reason. For a fact, he hasnt been hungry for a long time. He did get a little hungry during the night, but not the day. Right now it was night, and he was starving for something.

Fortunately, Balto had found a dead elk with his nose. The elk looks funny, but in the forest a meal is often hard to come by, so Balto bit right into the meat. But something was wrong. Not with the meat, but with Balto. His mouth felt odd. As if something has fallen off. Slowly letting go of the elk and feeling around in his mouth, he now knows the problem. His teeth had fallen out! His teeth are firmly stuck to the elks body, with saliva still covering them.

And the shock only got worse when he felt something moving in his gums. Like maggots in rotten flesh, long tendrils pushes themselves out of his mouth. Moving and flexing in the air, covered in mucus and blood. Balto tries to bite them off and even scratch them, but they easily dodge out of the way. It is then he feels something else trying to force itself out. But it is big. Too big. Instead of coming out from his gums, it feels like it's forcing its way through his throat.

Couching and wheezing, Balto tries to get it out, but the size of it just makes it impossible. He can feel it ripping apart his throat, the taste of vomit strong on his tongue. It is finally in his mouth now, he can feel it. Its surface feels like bone, but also like rock. With a pop, Balto's jaw is broken open by a huge, bone-covered tentacle. The pain of having his jaw broken and the surprising weight of the tentacle forces Balto to the ground. It continues to force itself out until it's a whole meter out from his mouth. Its surface is covered with rock-like bones, and the tip has a dark red gleam to it. While horrified at the sight of what is going on, the tentacle slowly points its tip towards Balto. The tendrils dig into the ground, forcing Balto's head in place. Struggling is all Balto can do as the tentacle suddenly launches itself towards his head.

*!* Balto flies into the sky, almost reaching a nest of hornets, before landing on the ground again. He quickly scanned his surroundings and then his body. There were no tendrils coming out from his mouth, and there was not some huge tentacle coming from his mouth either. The only difference was that his teeth felt heavier than usual, if that makes any sense. Maybe something crawled into his mouth and pooped there? No, no poop and no weird animal crawling around in his mouth.

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'It was the second nightmare I have had that scared me like that. The first one where I ran away from something, and now this one with the weird stuff. Hopefully it doesnt mean anything.' Balto thought to himself while walking in a random direction. But if one were to look closely at the spot where Balto slept, one could see teeth in the short grass, poking out like small pebbles.

Sunshine covers the forest. While the horizon isnt visible from the ground level and while there are some more open spots, something that is visible from the ground level however is Balto. He hasnt gotten much bigger, but his nails and his teeth has gone from a gray color to a pale bone color. His fur still has a brown color. The fur on his back, or rather the stripe of fur, has grown slightly longer. It looks like he has a short, red Mohawk going from his head all the way down to the base of his tail. And to some such fur would look nice as a cape or as a kilt.

The wind shifts from coming towards Balto, it now blows Balto from behind. And with the change of wind, a new smell occurs. It is a foul smell similar to rotten eggs and dirty scrotum. It's a new smell for Balto, but it smells hostile. Looking behind him, Balto doesnt see anything. He slowly starts to walk forward again. However, the smell didnt go away and instead got closer. There is something in the bushes that Balto doesnt like. Right now, Balto is in the part of the forest with more bushes than trees, so it makes sense for something to be here. The problem is the smell. Because Balto doesnt know what it is. It doesnt smell like something you would eat, but rather something you would cover with dirt. The rustling in the bushes gets stronger the longer Balto moves, whenever Balto turns around to check whats going on, the rustling disappears.

'Wait, is that meat?' Further up, a piece of meat is laying on the ground. 'Probably enough for me to not having to hunt for a while!'. Balto has completely forgotten about the rustling behind him and the smell, focusing only on the meat like some meathead. As the sight of the big piece of meat laying there. Right before Balto gets to eat it, the rustling starts again. From the bushes, something shoots out.

*Pff-thump*

"ARGH!". A stick is lodged into Balto's side, but for some reason there isnt really any blood or pain. He was surprised, however. And from the bushes, a group of small green creatures. Green, scaly skin with no fur or feathers. Squinting yellow eyes and a grin with small needle like teeth. One of them is holding a small gray claw, while another is holding a stick. Two others are more normal looking, but the one in the back is even weirder, with some weird bent stick with another stick in it.

Inside Balto's brain, Vita is spitting out imaginary soda.

Goblins?! So this is a fantasy world!