The first half of the deer didn’t last for long. But it sated my appetite, so I took the other half with me.
How long until raw flesh gets foul? I wish I knew. I should eat it by tomorrow ‘round this time, just to make sure it doesn’t get tainted.
After I was back to my cave and had ‘stored’ the remaining half of the deer a question came up.
So… what now? I figured out I can only see moving things, everything else is blurry and reddish. I am able to hunt, apparently I got amazingly sharp claws. Only question is; What to do with this new won free time? Hunting for fun is a waste and only gives me unnecessary attention – What do dragons do in their caves? I guess they sleep in their piles of gold, until some brave hero comes who ends up eaten alive. But I am no dragon, at least I don’t look lik…
Then it struck me, What do I actually look like in this form? I went out again, in search of water. It didn’t take too long till I found some.
I gradually moved my head over the water. To not scare myself too much.
Picture Inside the Cave by Joaru
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Kyne's Peace
I wandered through the forest for hours, lost in thought.
Ok, think rationally. Who... No... What did that blood belong to? It can't be mine, I have no wounds anywhere. Maybe a bird carrying a dead mouse just flew over...
A splash ripped me out of my thoughts. I stepped into water. It was just a puddle --- but I was rather covered in mud than blood.
I dug my hands into the puddle and smeared the mud over my arms. Then I smeared some over my face too --- I wanted to make sure that there was no more blood left.
Picture Quick, paint a forest by kynlo
Music Kyne's Peace by Jeremy Soule
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My stomach growled as if it wanted to say “Yes!”
“Well and what would the sir desire to eat? We've got dirt, bark or leaves.”
Nøt s$ôlëlý ha ha haa
Wait... you don't mean I should...
I looked down at the rests of Lord whatever...
...Ï dø ... ëxåctlý thæt
“No. NO!...”
I took a step backwards
“People are not for eating! Even if it's an enemy!”
Whý?
“Because... because...”
Séè, yøü'væ göt nô gòód ræ-
“NO! Simply NO! If you've got nothing else to contribute go fuck off!”
Yøµ évên hævê twø... wôn't gö húñ-
“Right! That other guy, he had a horse. That I could eat”
Whý?
“Leave me be”
... Whý?
“Ah Fuck you, I'll just ignore you for now.”
...hrg hrg hrg … Whý?
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At first I didn't hear him at all I was still scared of myself
What am I doing? I do hate this guy for what he did but Just a moment ago this hate consumed me I was only this hate for him no more, no less
I was afraid of it where did this all consuming hate come from and how could it take control over me like that
Many questions, no answers only the idea, the conclusion, that it came from IT somehow through the claw.
But how?
I wanted it gone but I couldn't focus enough not enough to get rid of it again
''Hey! Boy! We're done here! You can go on.''
I looked at him shortly and in him I saw a solution only a temporary solution but better than nothing
''Hit me''
''What?''
''I said Hit me! Like those hundreds of times before''
''But-''
''Just do it for fucks sake''
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Don't Look Back
Great, now I even have to wash these Anyway, him fainting makes the whole thing easier, at least partially... He won't complain, but I'll have to take off his clothes myself
It was no easy feat to undress the man with these claws and transforming back would've taken too long and been too risky But I managed to get his shirt and pants, without hurting him although the clothes did look a bit butchered Holes and cuts in a few places, all made by me
I went back into the forest, to my cave
Now I do have some clothes, probably won't fit too well but far better than running around naked
Now all I had to do were some preperations I hunted myself a deer first, skinned it, cut part of it in pieces then got myself some wood, piled that up at the cave entrance now all that was left was turning back and washing those clothes
but first I went to the pond another time to get, for now, a last look at this wretched creature I was to burn it into my memories, to be motivated by it
I'll get rid of this cursed thing inside of me someday I'll be cured of this form I'll find a solution to this
Picture Forest Pond by Ruth-Tay
Music Don't Look Back by CMA
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Dark Cave Ambiance
Back in my dreams. As always he was standing right beside me; waiting, laughing, provocating.
But this time I was ready, I knew what to do.
Again he did the first hit, a stiff right. As usual. Blocked.
Ok, now turn. In that moment I realised something, but I didn't even have time to think it.
I woke up
''Damn that bastard!
Wait, calm down. This was your own fault.''
I had totally forgotten how I turn my eyes. I knew how to, but couldn't recall the steps. It had become automated.
Like breathing.
So I stayed awake. Sitting in my cave, remembering how I turn my eyes, trying to apply that principle to my arm.
But it was exhausting. By far more than turning my eyes,
I could feel this 'energy' stream trough my arm, but it wasn't enough.
I'm unsure how long it took exactly, sitting in the darkness of that cave the whole time. But after what probably was a dozen days or so I finally did it.
I turned my right arm back to normal. Only the lower part but now I knew how to do it.
Picture Hand Study 1 by irysching [EDITED]
Music Dark Cave Ambiance (Part 1) by Cr1msonKing
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It took quite some time to find any tracks at all, other than those on that bush.
At first I tried looking for any traces of animals eating any other plants in the area, but finding that was near to impossible. Out of old habit I tried looking for any tracks on the ground, in the grass or in the dirt. But didn't find anything significant.
Around the time the sun was at it's highest I found a small beck.
There I took a break. Ate a bit, refilled my flask and sat down for a moment. And although I had been walking around in that forest all day it was the first time I really noticed all the chirping around me.
I was just sitting there in awe for a moment.
Those dozens of chirping birds around me, the small stream besides me, how the sun lighted up the forest right now. It was a great moment.
I wish I could have captured it somehow, and taken it with me.
Picture Stream by abyss1956
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That was by far easier said than done
I waited two days and nights by the road but not a single person came by Why hasn't anyone come by this road yet? No, don't give up now, you need some clothes you gotta be more patient.
So I waited.
Three more days I waited Then finally someone came by
A man. He was wairing a basket on his back, probably filled with stuff he wants to sell somewhere. He was older than me, already had snow white hair but he was very young for having such white hair. Last time I saw Martin he probably was older, and had just grey hair Guess it's different from person to person
I followed him for a while it was hard to attack him This helpless, innocent, old man who just was looking forward to earn some coin
Still I had to do it Either that or I had to wait even longer
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Whø ëls$ê shøµld håvæ döné ìt?
Errh... I don't know
Æxåctlý
But still, why?
Årë yøû såýìng yôu'd råthër bê dæd nøw? Håd räthêr gôt chøppéd òf yøµr hëâd bý thîs såd ëxcú$sé ôf å swørds$smân?
Nono... Just wonder why you do help me
Ëâsy, yøû'ré nøt thè önlý ønë thât dïê$s
...Wait... what?
Yøû hærd mê, nów léàvê mê bë
No! If I die, you die too? But you're just some... thing, you'd just go back to where you came from.
He didn't answer anymore. What he said really left me wondering. If I'd die, he'd do too. But that shouldn't cause any problems for him. He's just some... I don't know what he is, but I can't imagine dying being of any concern to him and his like.
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For now I focused on turning back my arm instead of overthinking this.
The main problem with my current situation was, turning back that arm costs me lots of strength. This other body has kind of it's own will. It doesn't want to go 'back'. It want's freedom, which is definitely understandable, but I can't give it that. So it was, as always, a fight to turn back the arm.
Fight may be the wrong term, it's not like fighting someone or something. Not like a classic brawl or arm wrestling where it can go back and forth between both sides. It's more like... something I have to beat down, that simply takes the punches without getting hurt much by it. It needs many, hard punches to go down... if that makes any sense.
And that costs me energy, which means I have to eat & drink more afterwards.
The first meal usually is the biggest, then it goes down drastically meal by meal till I'm back to 'normal'.
This time it was just the arm, so a hare or three as first meal would surely be enough, tho I didn't have that much left.
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Sam Rosenthal: six: thirteen (stretch mix 1)
It’s so dark already. I’m sure it will be night soon. I should find some tree I can sleep on.
I found a nice tree fast. It was climbable and probably high enough so wolves couldn’t get me. After finding a ‘comfy’ position on a branch I fell asleep fast.
Prepare for the Onslaught
’…Survive’ I yelled. Someone came in the front door. It was a man. He had a wound on his face. His eyes were glowing red. I started crying. 'Leave me be, please. I don’t want to die’ He looked at me and grinned 'Like I give a shit. It’s all on the king’s orders’Hahahahaha
He snapped his fingers and suddenly I was burning. I screamed. Louder and louder. Screaming out of pain & agony.
Picture forest by fdasuarez
Music Sam Rosenthal: six: thirteen (stretch mix 1) & Prepare for the Onslaught by Epic Score
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I'm a guy from Norway, 96 model. But enough about me, on this blog you'll mostly find stuff about Bjorn. Maybe I'll add a few short stories of other characters too after a while but for now it's Bjorn.
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