You'd think that having low body fat would make you happier, it doesn't.

Since there isn't any fat on my body to cushion things I couldn't get in a comfortable sleeping position. My forearms are as hard as granite so resting my head on them isn't a good idea, the wooden floor is probably softer than me. The dry hey offers a bit of cushion but isn't much different than the floor, besides Melanie buried herself under the hey I might crush her since I might roll around in my sleep.

I got up and stretched a bit, I'm more flexible than ever and it shows.

knock knock knock

Heh? What's all that knocking? It's coming from the window...

knock knock knock!

Never heard of night peace?

It's probably just a spirit that wants to annoy people for shits and giggles.

I opened the window half expecting a wolf head made of clay attached to a white body. It, in fact, wasn't a spirit.

It's a mahr, a demon that's born when a expecting mother dies during child birth. A black furred humanoid beast the size of a black bear with clawed fingers and a circular mouth like that of a leach adjourned with multiple sets of sharp teeth that spin like saws. It's known to enter homes through windows and eat whoever it finds. The only way to permanently kill a mahr is to hold a proper funeral for both the mother and her unborn child.

It charged at the open window but I stopped it's charge and pushed it back. I climbed out of the stall through the window.

With a screech that thing leapt at me, claws extended and a starving mouth waiting to tear into flesh.

"You didn't think that through did you?"

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It's teeth were desperately trying to tear my flesh but failed, it's claws barely leaving behind scratches as it thrashed in an attempt to free itself from me but alas its maw won't open.

I grabbed it by the neck and using my body weight to my advantage snapped it.

It disappeared into white ash leaving me behind in the outside looking quite stupid. I turned back and reentered the stall, no need to stay out in the cold for no reason.

I had to wait until exhaustion got the better of me until I had another dreamless night, I can't remember when I last had a nightmare.

I woke up to the smell of something being cooked. My stomach growled like it always does, like it always is demanding for more and more.

I noticed a water bucket that wasn't there last night or I overlooked it, my eyesight is shit and it was dark. The water's clear so I used it to wash my face.

Enthralled nullified

I pulled Melanie out of her hey hill, she hissed but didn't fight back much.

When did she get dressed? Wait a minute...

"Is that my shirt?"

We both blinked at each other before it all went down.

"Give me my shirt back!"

"No!"

"Why do you even have it?!"

"Nanny brought it whilst you were asleep so I took it!"

"Why!?"

"She said that she fixed our shirt so I can wear it aswell!"

"That's not how it works!"

"Oh, quit your yapping!"

With a sudden thrust of strength she slipped out of my grip and left the stall.

I let out a sigh and looked for something else to cover myself with. I only found a piece of pelt which made me look more barbaric than being bare chested but it keeps me warm.

I also leave the stall and enter the house where I was greeted by a herbal and welcoming scent. The dried herbs and spices hanging from the ceiling make you fell welcome even in a strangers home.

Melanie was waiting at the table and gave me a mocking look.

'You won't have such a smug look if I rip that shirt off of you.'

I seated myself at the table and the moment I did a pot appeared on it. As if it's the most mundane everyday thing Melanie poure herself a bowl which also appeared out of thin air. I also had the same nonchalant reaction since I didn't want to seem suspicious.

It was a light vegetable soup with heavy seasoning and is that golden broth I taste? It was a plain, cheap and simple vegetable soup yet it was delicious in my opinion. Melanie doesn't seem to agree with my opinion on the breakfast but you can't always eat meat can you?

She keept eating and so did I.

I breathed in deeply, what's that?

I feel pressure at the right top of my gut and right bottom of my chest. It became a bit hard to breathe in deeply and suddenly fatigue washed over me.

I felt this before but what was it again.

Ah

I'm full.