A fur wrapped around Charlie’s shoulders. His skin was scrubbed of Goblin blood, but his eyes and body showed his fear. Glancing to his side, he saw the flayed corpses of Goblins. Hanging by their ankles, their heads had been removed and wooden bowls placed under to collect their black blood. The Huntress and Warriors were hard at work cleaning themselves of the blood or skinning the flesh from the bones of the goblins.
A pile of wood had been gathered, and the body of the slain huntress placed on it. Huntresses cried and screamed in their native tongue. While dispute trying to show no emotion, the warriors’ sadness across the faces of the women as they lit the wood under the body. Flames consumed her flesh as the women watched in solemn silence.
A hand gently ran through Charlie’s hair. Looking up, he stared at Cluupyte. Returning his smile, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Lifting him, she placed him down onto her lap.
“You did well today,” she said, running a hand down his back. Frowning, she felt the shivers he gave against her touch. An obvious sign of lingering fear and nervousness.
“I saw the body of the one you killed, and the others in the water. In all honestly, I believe that even the small ones could have killed you. To think you survived is amazing to me,” she said, placing her arms around his waist. Nuzzling her face into her hair, she expected him to squirm, but he only kept his eyes forward.
“I would have died if you and the rest hadn’t come to me,” Sighing, she placed a kiss onto the top of his head.
“If not for you putting up such a fight to begin with, you would have died long before we had arrived. And to think you killed a blood aged as well…”
“I only killed that… blood aged, was it? Because it underestimated me,” Charlie said, staring down into the water. Grabbing his shoulders, Cluupyte turned Charlie to face her. Using her tail to wrap around his chest to keep him in place, she used her hands to make him look up and into her eyes.
“You were brave, end of. No more talking down to yourself. It will be night soon, but before that I want to give you an offer,” She stared into Charlie’s eyes, allowing him to see her sternness in an attempt that hopefully some of that strength would calm him.
“Sure,” he muttered, trying to look down, just for Cluupyte to use a finger to make him look back up at her.
“I think you and I both know that a battle with the Region Lord is inevitable. And I know for a fact you are incredibly weak and very easily terrified by just a little blood,” Charlie scoffed as she spoke. A ‘little’ blood, he was drenched in the shit.
“I know that when that battle comes with the Region Lord you shall wish to be on the front lines, no matter what the Chiefess would say. I want you to be ready for then, so I wish to get you used to the bloodshed. We have nowhere near enough time to do anything of great significance, but I want to at least make you a little more used to the bloodshed,” Standing, Cluupyte placed Charlie onto his feet. Nodding off to the side, a warrior holding his clothes approached.
“Get dressed, I will be waiting by the fire,” Cluupyte said, wondering off towards the funeral pyre.
Still shaken from the attack, Charlie kept his eyes towards the trees as he dressed himself. Dressed, he turned his attention to the fire. Warriors and huntresses stood side by side as they watched the body of their comrade turn to ash. Staring down to his hands, Charlie examined the cuts and scars the riddled his palms.
Glancing over her shoulder, Cluupyte stared at Charlie. His face sagged as his eyes sunk in depression. Sighing, she walked to his side. Placing a hand onto his head, she ruffled his hair.
“Was it you who healed my leg?” he asked, keeping his eyes locked onto his hands.
“No, that was Ourupadia. She is kind of an expert since she bounces around different tribal groups looking for things to learn. She learnt healing from Nolkonoe herself, so despite the condition your leg was in, it was nothing to her. Why do you ask? Was it because you past out when you saw the amount of blood you were covered in? If so, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed,”
“I’m not embarrassed,” Charlie said, looking up from his hands.
“I just thought I should heal my hands, otherwise the Chiefess would be pissed that I got myself hurt,” Cluupyte frowned as he spoke.
“Does it really matter?”
“Yeah, when she’s pissed, we all have a bad time,”
“No, I mean does it matter what she thinks of you? Its not like you love her?” her words silenced Charlie for the moment.
“I mean… I’m not sure what my emotional stance towards her is. Lets halt this for now and carry on with your original intentions for me,” Charlie said, his eyes fixing into a silent but serious stare. Just from the change in domineer, Cluupyte could understand his unwillingness to talk about this subject.
“Fine, but I warn you. Don’t play with her heart, otherwise you may find that your own heart may be wrenched from your chest by her bloody paws,” Cluupyte warned, meeting his glare with one of her own. Nodding, Charlie allowed himself to relax, but it was obvious her question bothered him.
Humans were such weird creatures. Each and every one was so unsure of their emotions. The Chiefess had already preformed several mating dances for him, as well as actually sleeping with him on the nightly. Yet he had shown no obvious signs of affection towards her, except for the times in which she had forced or pressured him into doing so.
Grunting, Cluupyte made the decision to apologise to him later, but again she also planned to insert the seriousness making his feelings towards the Chiefess as well as the Chiefess’s wives clear. The Chiefess could probably go a while without knowing, but she doubted that Phukomeia or the others would be as patient.
Together the two walked over to a group of huntresses and warriors. They were freshly painted in their war patterns and armed with newly cleaned weapons. Their eyes locked onto Charlie as he approached. Standing by their sides, he nodded to them in acknowledgement. Despite this begin some kind of ritual funeral being performed, the women seemed to be in oddly good moods.
“Goblin flesh is an incredibly valuable thing, as are all parts of a goblin as I wish to teach you today,” Cluupyte said, smiling at Charlie before leading him and the others towards the jungle.
They walked only a couple of paces before Cluupyte stopped. Turning, she looked to see Charlie standing on the edge of the jungle.
“Poor thing must be terrified,” a warrior said as she turned and began to walk back towards him. A huntress broke from the group though and quickly sped past her.
Moving to his side, Ourupadia grabbed Charlie’s hand and began to return to the group with him now firmly tucked against her side. Like a terrified puppy, he winced or jumped at even the slightest noise created by the colourful tropical birds that flurried in the treetops. The women gave little laughs, but still they felt sympathy to his fear, or at least they did when Ourupadia snarled at them.
As they walked, annoyance quickly overcame any fear as he felt the breasts of Ourupadia caressing against the top of his head as they walked. Wrapping her tail around his waist, she pulled him even closer as she ruffled his hair.
“You should be more serious,” Cluupyte said, scowling at Ourupadia as she continued to tease him.
“And you should understand that he is incredibly stressed. I’m just trying to calm him so he can pay attention later. You should be thanking me,” Ourupadia said, sticking her tongue out towards Cluupyte. Snarling, she quickly clamed herself as she stopped. Staring up into the trees, she aimed her spear before throwing. A bird dropped from the tree, then a goblin, both of which were dead.
“We are getting closer, the smell of blood is unbearable,” Cluupyte said, picking up the bird and placing it onto a leather bad she had tied around her waist.
There was no need to ask what she planned for the dead bird as he saw the line of drool coming form her mouth. Quietly they continued their walk. Charlie stopped and stared forward. A smell of blood flowed through his senses, turning his stomach and summoning bile into his throat. A hand planted onto his back. Turning, he saw the sympathetic eyes of Ourupadia.
Nodding to her, he continued forward. Charlie squinted as rays of sunlight burst down onto him. Looking up, he saw they had emerged into an opening. Clasping his hand over his mouth, he could barely stand the sudden increase in the foul scent of blood. Another hand placed itself onto his shoulder. Turning, he stared into the eyes of Ourupadia. With a firm hand, she helped him forward.
A large cave sat at the other side of the opening. On guard, the group approached. Grabbing his arm, Ourupadia pulled his arms to his side so he could take in the scent.
“You need to learn this smell, it will help to harden you,” Cluupyte said as she raised her war spear to prepare for any potential attackers.
Her warriors and the huntresses did the same as they advanced. Moving to the mouth of the cave, several huntresses broke from the group. Walking to the woods under the watchful eyes of the other huntresses, they began to collect some wood. Bringing it back, they placed the wood into a pile.
Cluupyte and Ourupadia escorted Charlie to the mouth of the cave as the women began to use the wood to start a fire. Staring down into the dark pit, Charlie felt sick rise into his throat as he saw the black blood of the goblins staining the walls, and the mangled corpses of men and women either dead or being feasted upon by Goblin young.
“These creatures are monsters…” Charlie muttered as he stared upon the rotting corpses of the dead. Then he noticed it. These were mercenaries. The same ones hired to escort the merchant caravan. Looking to the very back of the cave, a woman striped naked and smeared in black blood as well as her own sat in silence. Her eyes showed her want for death.
“Florentine?” the eyes of a blood haired woman fell onto him. It was faint, but it was enough evidence to Charlie that she was alive.
Throwing himself forward, he charged into the cave. Slipping, he found himself hovering in the air as Cluupyte grabbed the collar of his shirt.
“Are you stupid?”
“She needs help!” Charlie cried as he began to kick wildly in the air to run. Cluupyte sighed as she pulled him closer to her body.
“She is just a breeding sow now. She’ll die, regardless of what we do. Women are captured and bred by goblins. They are forced to give birth up to one hundred young,” several women took the flaming torches and moved towards the entrance of the cave.
“Out of those young, they kill and eat eachother until there are only ten to twelve left. Thankfully, they also don’t clean up, and considering their blood is highly flammable, it is easy as throwing a few flaming torches inside and watching the goblins burn,” before Cluupyte could continue, a foot slammed into her stomach. Being unprepared, Charlie had landed an effective blow on her.
Dropping to the ground, he charged into the cave.
“Idiot!” Cluupyte yelled as she tried to charge after Charlie.
Darting through the cave, and narrowly dodging bodies and snarling goblin children. Clasping his hand over his face, he did his best o block of the scent of goblin blood as he kept his eyes fixed onto Florentine. Her eyes widened as she saw him approach. The black dress she had worn was scattered around in pools of her own and goblin blood.
Throwing his arms around her, he managed to pull her from the thorn bindings that held her. Placing one of her arms around him, he began to limp back towards the exit. Her arms were riddled with cuts and infected bite wounds, as was the rest of her body. Her golden hair was stained a deep red and black by the blood from the Goblins and the blood from the slashes around her neck from the barbs.
“Why?” she muttered weakly into his ear.
“Shut it, just know you owe me,” Charlie said, reaching the exit. The scrutinising eyes of Cluupyte locked onto him as he placed the body of Florentine at her feet. Staring up at her, Charlie narrowed his eyes.
“Take her back to the tribe ahead of us, do it now, please,” for a moment Cluupyte only stared at him. A fierce determination filled his eyes, which only become stronger the longer he stared at her.
“Girls, take the desert claimer and escort the woman back to the tribe. Give her to Nolkonoe and say to the Chiefess we will be out here another day. Your lucky boy, but lets hope the Chiefess is as merciful to her as you, and considering from what we have seen she has close ties to the Region Lord, you better have a good explanation.”
Hello there, I haven't done a grammar check yet, but I am currently doing chapter 3. Also going to add tons of images (hopefully) so yeah. Hope you have enjoyed!
A fur wrapped around Charlie’s shoulders. His skin was scrubbed of Goblin blood, but his eyes and body showed his fear. Glancing to his side, he saw the flayed corpses of Goblins. Hanging by their ankles, their heads had been removed and wooden bowls placed under to collect their black blood. The Huntress and Warriors were hard at work cleaning themselves of the blood or skinning the flesh from the bones of the goblins.
A pile of wood had been gathered, and the body of the slain huntress placed on it. Huntresses cried and screamed in their native tongue. While dispute trying to show no emotion, the warriors’ sadness across the faces of the women as they lit the wood under the body. Flames consumed her flesh as the women watched in solemn silence.
A hand gently ran through Charlie’s hair. Looking up, he stared at Cluupyte. Returning his smile, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Lifting him, she placed him down onto her lap.
“You did well today,” she said, running a hand down his back. Frowning, she felt the shivers he gave against her touch. An obvious sign of lingering fear and nervousness.
“I saw the body of the one you killed, and the others in the water. In all honestly, I believe that even the small ones could have killed you. To think you survived is amazing to me,” she said, placing her arms around his waist. Nuzzling her face into her hair, she expected him to squirm, but he only kept his eyes forward.
“I would have died if you and the rest hadn’t come to me,” Sighing, she placed a kiss onto the top of his head.
“If not for you putting up such a fight to begin with, you would have died long before we had arrived. And to think you killed a blood aged as well…”
“I only killed that… blood aged, was it? Because it underestimated me,” Charlie said, staring down into the water. Grabbing his shoulders, Cluupyte turned Charlie to face her. Using her tail to wrap around his chest to keep him in place, she used her hands to make him look up and into her eyes.
“You were brave, end of. No more talking down to yourself. It will be night soon, but before that I want to give you an offer,” She stared into Charlie’s eyes, allowing him to see her sternness in an attempt that hopefully some of that strength would calm him.
“Sure,” he muttered, trying to look down, just for Cluupyte to use a finger to make him look back up at her.
“I think you and I both know that a battle with the Region Lord is inevitable. And I know for a fact you are incredibly weak and very easily terrified by just a little blood,” Charlie scoffed as she spoke. A ‘little’ blood, he was drenched in the shit.
“I know that when that battle comes with the Region Lord you shall wish to be on the front lines, no matter what the Chiefess would say. I want you to be ready for then, so I wish to get you used to the bloodshed. We have nowhere near enough time to do anything of great significance, but I want to at least make you a little more used to the bloodshed,” Standing, Cluupyte placed Charlie onto his feet. Nodding off to the side, a warrior holding his clothes approached.
“Get dressed, I will be waiting by the fire,” Cluupyte said, wondering off towards the funeral pyre.
Still shaken from the attack, Charlie kept his eyes towards the trees as he dressed himself. Dressed, he turned his attention to the fire. Warriors and huntresses stood side by side as they watched the body of their comrade turn to ash. Staring down to his hands, Charlie examined the cuts and scars the riddled his palms.
Glancing over her shoulder, Cluupyte stared at Charlie. His face sagged as his eyes sunk in depression. Sighing, she walked to his side. Placing a hand onto his head, she ruffled his hair.
“Was it you who healed my leg?” he asked, keeping his eyes locked onto his hands.
“No, that was Ourupadia. She is kind of an expert since she bounces around different tribal groups looking for things to learn. She learnt healing from Nolkonoe herself, so despite the condition your leg was in, it was nothing to her. Why do you ask? Was it because you past out when you saw the amount of blood you were covered in? If so, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed,”
“I’m not embarrassed,” Charlie said, looking up from his hands.
“I just thought I should heal my hands, otherwise the Chiefess would be pissed that I got myself hurt,” Cluupyte frowned as he spoke.
“Does it really matter?”
“Yeah, when she’s pissed, we all have a bad time,”
“No, I mean does it matter what she thinks of you? Its not like you love her?” her words silenced Charlie for the moment.
“I mean… I’m not sure what my emotional stance towards her is. Lets halt this for now and carry on with your original intentions for me,” Charlie said, his eyes fixing into a silent but serious stare. Just from the change in domineer, Cluupyte could understand his unwillingness to talk about this subject.
“Fine, but I warn you. Don’t play with her heart, otherwise you may find that your own heart may be wrenched from your chest by her bloody paws,” Cluupyte warned, meeting his glare with one of her own. Nodding, Charlie allowed himself to relax, but it was obvious her question bothered him.
Humans were such weird creatures. Each and every one was so unsure of their emotions. The Chiefess had already preformed several mating dances for him, as well as actually sleeping with him on the nightly. Yet he had shown no obvious signs of affection towards her, except for the times in which she had forced or pressured him into doing so.
Grunting, Cluupyte made the decision to apologise to him later, but again she also planned to insert the seriousness making his feelings towards the Chiefess as well as the Chiefess’s wives clear. The Chiefess could probably go a while without knowing, but she doubted that Phukomeia or the others would be as patient.
Together the two walked over to a group of huntresses and warriors. They were freshly painted in their war patterns and armed with newly cleaned weapons. Their eyes locked onto Charlie as he approached. Standing by their sides, he nodded to them in acknowledgement. Despite this begin some kind of ritual funeral being performed, the women seemed to be in oddly good moods.
“Goblin flesh is an incredibly valuable thing, as are all parts of a goblin as I wish to teach you today,” Cluupyte said, smiling at Charlie before leading him and the others towards the jungle.
They walked only a couple of paces before Cluupyte stopped. Turning, she looked to see Charlie standing on the edge of the jungle.
“Poor thing must be terrified,” a warrior said as she turned and began to walk back towards him. A huntress broke from the group though and quickly sped past her.
Moving to his side, Ourupadia grabbed Charlie’s hand and began to return to the group with him now firmly tucked against her side. Like a terrified puppy, he winced or jumped at even the slightest noise created by the colourful tropical birds that flurried in the treetops. The women gave little laughs, but still they felt sympathy to his fear, or at least they did when Ourupadia snarled at them.
As they walked, annoyance quickly overcame any fear as he felt the breasts of Ourupadia caressing against the top of his head as they walked. Wrapping her tail around his waist, she pulled him even closer as she ruffled his hair.
“You should be more serious,” Cluupyte said, scowling at Ourupadia as she continued to tease him.
“And you should understand that he is incredibly stressed. I’m just trying to calm him so he can pay attention later. You should be thanking me,” Ourupadia said, sticking her tongue out towards Cluupyte. Snarling, she quickly clamed herself as she stopped. Staring up into the trees, she aimed her spear before throwing. A bird dropped from the tree, then a goblin, both of which were dead.
“We are getting closer, the smell of blood is unbearable,” Cluupyte said, picking up the bird and placing it onto a leather bad she had tied around her waist.
There was no need to ask what she planned for the dead bird as he saw the line of drool coming form her mouth. Quietly they continued their walk. Charlie stopped and stared forward. A smell of blood flowed through his senses, turning his stomach and summoning bile into his throat. A hand planted onto his back. Turning, he saw the sympathetic eyes of Ourupadia.
Nodding to her, he continued forward. Charlie squinted as rays of sunlight burst down onto him. Looking up, he saw they had emerged into an opening. Clasping his hand over his mouth, he could barely stand the sudden increase in the foul scent of blood. Another hand placed itself onto his shoulder. Turning, he stared into the eyes of Ourupadia. With a firm hand, she helped him forward.
A large cave sat at the other side of the opening. On guard, the group approached. Grabbing his arm, Ourupadia pulled his arms to his side so he could take in the scent.
“You need to learn this smell, it will help to harden you,” Cluupyte said as she raised her war spear to prepare for any potential attackers.
Her warriors and the huntresses did the same as they advanced. Moving to the mouth of the cave, several huntresses broke from the group. Walking to the woods under the watchful eyes of the other huntresses, they began to collect some wood. Bringing it back, they placed the wood into a pile.
Cluupyte and Ourupadia escorted Charlie to the mouth of the cave as the women began to use the wood to start a fire. Staring down into the dark pit, Charlie felt sick rise into his throat as he saw the black blood of the goblins staining the walls, and the mangled corpses of men and women either dead or being feasted upon by Goblin young.
“These creatures are monsters…” Charlie muttered as he stared upon the rotting corpses of the dead. Then he noticed it. These were mercenaries. The same ones hired to escort the merchant caravan. Looking to the very back of the cave, a woman striped naked and smeared in black blood as well as her own sat in silence. Her eyes showed her want for death.
“Florentine?” the eyes of a blood haired woman fell onto him. It was faint, but it was enough evidence to Charlie that she was alive.
Throwing himself forward, he charged into the cave. Slipping, he found himself hovering in the air as Cluupyte grabbed the collar of his shirt.
“Are you stupid?”
“She needs help!” Charlie cried as he began to kick wildly in the air to run. Cluupyte sighed as she pulled him closer to her body.
“She is just a breeding sow now. She’ll die, regardless of what we do. Women are captured and bred by goblins. They are forced to give birth up to one hundred young,” several women took the flaming torches and moved towards the entrance of the cave.
“Out of those young, they kill and eat eachother until there are only ten to twelve left. Thankfully, they also don’t clean up, and considering their blood is highly flammable, it is easy as throwing a few flaming torches inside and watching the goblins burn,” before Cluupyte could continue, a foot slammed into her stomach. Being unprepared, Charlie had landed an effective blow on her.
Dropping to the ground, he charged into the cave.
“Idiot!” Cluupyte yelled as she tried to charge after Charlie.
Darting through the cave, and narrowly dodging bodies and snarling goblin children. Clasping his hand over his face, he did his best o block of the scent of goblin blood as he kept his eyes fixed onto Florentine. Her eyes widened as she saw him approach. The black dress she had worn was scattered around in pools of her own and goblin blood.
Throwing his arms around her, he managed to pull her from the thorn bindings that held her. Placing one of her arms around him, he began to limp back towards the exit. Her arms were riddled with cuts and infected bite wounds, as was the rest of her body. Her golden hair was stained a deep red and black by the blood from the Goblins and the blood from the slashes around her neck from the barbs.
“Why?” she muttered weakly into his ear.
“Shut it, just know you owe me,” Charlie said, reaching the exit. The scrutinising eyes of Cluupyte locked onto him as he placed the body of Florentine at her feet. Staring up at her, Charlie narrowed his eyes.
“Take her back to the tribe ahead of us, do it now, please,” for a moment Cluupyte only stared at him. A fierce determination filled his eyes, which only become stronger the longer he stared at her.
“Girls, take the desert claimer and escort the woman back to the tribe. Give her to Nolkonoe and say to the Chiefess we will be out here another day. Your lucky boy, but lets hope the Chiefess is as merciful to her as you, and considering from what we have seen she has close ties to the Region Lord, you better have a good explanation.”
Hello there, I haven't done a grammar check yet, but I am currently doing chapter 3. Also going to add tons of images (hopefully) so yeah. Hope you have enjoyed!
