《Chimera》28.
Advertisement
I avoided staring at Vee as she stepped out of the bushes. I was quite pleased that my humans had been the first to show up. I reminded myself not to use any of their names until they introduced themselves. Instead of staring at her, I focused on the fish I was cooking, small things I’d caught from the stream. Dendra had provided me with some herbs to flavor them with, and I was curious to see how the flavor would change.
Without glancing in her direction, I motioned for Vee to take a seat by the fire.
“Um, okay. I have four more coming along behind me, if you don’t mind?” She seemed unsure of what to say.
I shrugged.
“Don’t mind him. He’s adorable, but not much of a talker,” said Dendra, who’d draped herself over my shoulder. She’d been quite clingy and touchy since her new tree was planted.
“Right…” As Vee approached, a root pushed itself up from the ground and molded itself into a shape much like a stool, opposite the fire from where I was squatting.
I looked up from the fire and inspected the woman as she sat down. She looked much like what James knew human to look like, though her ears were slightly pointed, and her eyes were an amber color that didn’t match anything he’d ever seen. She kept her bow in hand as she sat down, while her other hand rested on a knife sheathed at her belt. I could smell the anxiety on her as clear as I could see it. She seemed to be somewhat unnerved by me.
Her tension would be noted by her companions when they arrived, and a full group of nervous adventurers might be an annoyance to deal with, so I aimed to diffuse her anxiety.
“I’m Shaper,” I said. Then I pointed to the dryad, “That’s Dendra. You want fish?” I pointed at the fish which were roasting on skewers.
She seemed rather perplexed by my offer. Did she not know they were for eating?
Advertisement
I grabbed one of the skewers holding up a fish and held it up to my mouth, then took a large bite from it to demonstrate how it should be eaten. The taste was quite good. Dendra had definitely picked the right plants for seasoning the fish flesh.
The woman hesitantly grabbed one of the fish, and brought it up to her mouth, nibbling on it lightly. Her expression rapidly changed from apprehension to pure culinary bliss. “Sweet forest, this is good! What did you use to season these?”
I shrugged and pointed at the dryad. I literally had no idea what the plants were.
Dendra seemed rather pleased with herself as she answered. “It’s a mixture of dried Elf’s Breath and Slime Pepper. And the wood it was cooked over is from my own tree. I don’t often feast on the flesh of animals, but this has long been one of my favorite ways to prepare it. Shaper here, as adorable as he is, is actually a fairly terrible cook. He’s always all about the meat. Never thinks of how to spice it up or complement its flavors.”
I shrugged again, and Dendra giggled as she was lifted from the ground by the motion. “Tastes good now.”
I turned to look at the edge of the clearing where the other four stepped into view, then turned my attention back to the skewered fish I was eating. Dendra created more root stools for the arriving visitors, the invitation unspoken but obvious.
As the confused quartet came forward and settled onto their seats around the fire, Vee tore her attention away from the fish she’d begun devouring and cleared her throat. “Ahem. I’m Vee. This is my adventuring party. Grix is the half-giant. Trella is our red fox Kin mage. The lizard Kin are the twins, Sil and Sul. Guys? This is Shaper, and the Dryad clinging to him is Dendra.”
I gave a half-hearted wave and felt Dendra do the same.
The three males all eyed me warily, though Trella’s mouth hung agape.
Advertisement
“Are… Are you a Ravager?” She asked.
I nodded and continued to eat my fish. I motioned to the other fish skewered by the fire; there were more than enough for each person to take one.
Vee spoke up. “Try it, it is super good. Miss Dendra, you are amazing.”
Dendra giggled at the compliment.
The others moved to take the fish, except the fox woman. “Guys! Don’t you get it?! Don’t you know about the Ravager clan?!”
She looked to the others, practically panting and reeking of fear. Her terrified gaze was met with a complete lack of understanding.
I cocked my head and looked at her. Dendra hadn’t told me much about the Kin race I was imitating.
She shrank away from my gaze and shivered.
I finished my snack and grabbed another fish. The fox Kin woman flinched at the movement.
I had no idea how to deal with her, and it seemed like she was prepared to ruin my infiltration before it had truly begun.
“Don’t worry, girl. Shaper here is the sweetest, most adorable Ravager ever. Probably because he doesn’t really remember much of his life, but…” I could feel Dendra shrug emphatically as she trailed off. She pinched the cheek of my muzzle and pulled on it lightly. “See? Totally docile and sweet.”
After a few moments of continued cheek pinching, I lightly swatted her hand away. She’d been doing that a lot since I took this form, and it was mildly irritating.
One of the lizard brothers spoke up at that point. “We’ve not heard of their clan before, but it would not be right to judge him by the actions of his ancestors or relatives. Clans change with time. Our own clan once hunted other clans for sport, yet you do not fear us. He is intimidating, certainly, but he doesn’t seem unreasonable. He’s invited us to share warmth on this chilly morning and well-prepared food. Save your fear for when it is warranted, Trella.”
Chastised, Trella averted her gaze.
“Sil, you just spoke more words for this stranger than I’ve heard you say in the last year. You like these fish that much?” The half-giant guffawed at his own joke. The reptilian Kin just shrugged his own shoulders in response and took another bite of fish.
“Then he should be praising me, Shaper’s not a very good cook,” Dendra said, preening.
The other lizard brother laughed and continued eating.
Dendra continued speaking. “Anyways, Shaper doesn’t have much in the way of memories before I found him sleeping in my lap. However, he was wanting to learn how to properly cast spells. Do you think one of you could teach him? Or maybe introduce him to someone who could?”
The other four all turned their eyes to Trella, who had just worked up the courage to take one of the fish skewers. “Me?!” She spluttered, having just managed to put the morsel to her mouth. “I can’t teach you,” she said as she tried to regain her composure. “I’m not even that good of a mage outside my clan’s specialties. I don’t know. Maybe I can introduce you to someone?”
I nodded.
The group fell into silence for a few minutes after that, before the fox woman spoke up once more. “What’s with that spear? It feels alive. And hungry.”
I shrugged.
“He showed up with it,” Dendra lied. “Couldn’t really tell me much about where it came from or how it was made. But he sure can use it well. He must’ve killed two or three hundred goblins with it as we trekked our way here.”
“Two hundred goblins?” Vee asked. “Did he wade through one of their warrens?”
“Nope. There were tons of them out and about. Must have been thousands of them wandering the area.”
“Lots of them,” I added. “Many small groups, and some very large that I went around. Their stench was everywhere.”
The five adventurers traded uneasy glances.
“Were they headed this way?” Vee asked.
Advertisement
- In Serial80 Chapters
The Chronicles of the Scyllians
Set in a fantasy world, the story features an ever-expanding cast of characters try to survive the trials and tribulations of Majin Academy: an academy that serves as a training ground for the next generation of mages, prioritizing practical training - and a school, an academy, that is willing to relinquish their centuries of power and influence to give the reins of control to the students. Students whose aim is to make their lives more interesting by their own hand in a school that for so long had guided their own towards society. And whose own have now taken it upon themselves to guide their fellows to more trials; trials accepted and sanctioned by those who want to see how far their own can prosper. What fate will happen to those that try to take control? And what fate will be pressed upon one who is taken for a ride, seemingly always in the center of the chaos? This is their story. ------------ WARNING: CANADIAN ALERT: UNITS OF MEASUREMENT AND SPELLING MAY NOT BE FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.
8 178 - In Serial10 Chapters
Storm of the Elementals
The apocalypse was something that people were expecting to happen sooner or later, rising sea levels and everything. What our protagonist didn't expect was it to be from a system, let alone the fact that he missed it. Waking up as an elemental and being given frighteningly little info from a system that seemed a little off , stuck with 3 other eccentric individuals that he could almost swear are a bit dodgy, and not being quite sure he was human anymore, it was the start of a long day. It only got longer when he found out he was moved to a whole different world. ~ This is a slow burn story, focusing on the world and what happens if an eccentric historian gets transported in a world with systems and power that are not quite meant for him. ~ Some things you can expect: -No harem, god no. -Yes the protagonist is strong, no he isn't completely OP. -Other people who have been changed, he isn't the only special or chosen one who got transported or messed with. -It is sad to actually have to put this here, but the main character does shockingly have common sense.
8 173 - In Serial72 Chapters
Calf the Furless (First Edition)
Calf, the heir presumptive has fallen short once again. As a half-being his competition has always stood heads and shoulders above his physical capabilities but this time, more is at play in keeping him down than the fetters of human ability. "THEY" have interfered and as a consequence, Calf is thrown into a Rites the likes of which only the annals and a few of the long-lived have seen. Will he prevail, or will his story end before it even begins. PROLOGUE: The rite of passage. Every creature known and yet to be known by man undergoes its own challenges. These separate the chaff from the worthy crop, whittling down the challengers for every progressive leg of the journey we call life. Be it formalized and observed, or unwittingly followed in the execution of daily life, every form of it is ritualized. That ritual is what we call the rites, the passage being the continuation of life itself, for even when metaphorical, a death is certain in choice and accommodations should one fail to meet its expectations. ⯁⯁⯁ At the top of any group stands a king, set apart from all by qualification, ranging from singular to multivariate by the complexity of each group. To those of the central forests of Greater Liminos, better known as Taurreland, strength is king. Though the land abounds with creatures great and small, boasting intellect, arcane skills and artisanal prowess, strength stands above all of them, second to none. 'Strength will prevail over all' stands as their motto, and to that end, the Rites of a King require triumph over forces from all disciplines. ⯁⯁⯁ Day 300,Year seventeen,Future calendar of the Taurs... Such a rites would occur on that day, and its events would be the first in a sequence of challenges to the status quo. A single answer would emerge to satisfy all the questions that had been asked of a certain Prince for the past 8 years, but as a consequence, that answer would put to question all that was tradition, and the weight of hereditary strength.
8 140 - In Serial14 Chapters
The Kodoku Game
In Japanese folklore, there once existed an ancient technique among alchemists for harvesting the strongest poison known to man. A poison so vicious, so horrendous, that a single drop could incapacitate an entire nation of humans, several times over. A poison so intense that a single drop could turn the tides of a war on its head. As potent as it appeared however, this poison could be harvested from the blood of a single insect alone- an insect the alchemist’s called the ‘Kodoku’. As lucrative as was attaining this poison however, the problem lied in identifying this insect- its appearance, shape and size changed from region to region and from continent to continent. Sometimes it took the appearance of a ladybug and other times a horned-beetle. In order to determine the identity of this special insect the alchemists came up with an ingenious method. They created an impregnable jar of clay out of the best sandstone they could find and placed hundreds of different insects into the same jar. The jar was made with such great mastery that it allowed no insects to escape and allowed no objects to enter. The laws of nature dictated that the insects would remain together in the jar forever. However, it turned out that as time went on, the insects’ hunger for food and power caused them to turn against each other- one insect ate another until only one remained. This sole insect contained a poison that far surpassed that of all the others and became stronger as it ate more and more insects. The alchemists at this point had succeeded in identifying the Kodoku and could extract it’s poison as long as they continued to feed it regularly. Although this folklore ends here, the actual story does not. One day, as the alchemists cheered in joy of having identified the Kodoku they so eagerly wanted, they forgot to close the lid on the very jar that was considered to be completely impregnable. This small gap was just large enough for the Kodoku inside to crawl out. Famished from not having been fed for weeks, the Kodoku ended up eating the very alchemists that nourished its growth until not even the bones remained. Yet, the Kodoku’s hunger didn’t seem to subside in the slightest. So it traveled to the next village and began eating whatever it could find there. Its poison made it unparalleled in strength and slowly but surely it began to dwindle down the population of the entire city. Yet its hunger only continued to grow. So it traveled to the next city over and ate all it could there. Very soon, the Kodoku couldn’t find any more food to eat. There was no one left to eat and no one left to spectate. So it stood there, by itself pondering what possibly was left to eat that could satiate its hunger. But there was one thing left that Kodoku realized it had never eaten. Itself.
8 107 - In Serial20 Chapters
Isekai Harem Trope(WIP)
One man gets transported to his favorite adult game only to realize it was not all the fun and games that he thought it would be. Join his adventure as he strives to live his best life in a world that did not favor men at all despite the harem-like environment. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first time writing in any form so constructive feedback would be nice both positive and negative. Also I will try to give weekly updates and tell you why if I dont.
8 188 - In Serial36 Chapters
Fragile Minds ━━ C. DANVERS ✓
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ the worst part about ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ghosts is that they never⠀⠀⠀⠀ shut up! ❞ © STARFRAGMENT CAROL DANVERS MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE CAPTAIN MARVEL ── ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE A BALLAD OF THE DAMNED BOOK PLOT BY REMUSLUPOUT COMPLETED
8 374

