Vitality base stat observed. Vitality 11. ERROR_INVALID_DATA; stat wrongly calculated

Rerouting request > Error 500; System not found.

Re-eee-routing reque-eeest > Er-r-rrror 50-5-0-500; Syst-tt-em no-tt foun-nnn-d-nn-d.

“Hnn ...noo go away …"

While rolling over to the side. Her left hand started to weakly wave at the blue boxes that kept popping up, as soon as she had started waking just the tiniest bit. By the sound of all the boxes coming to life. It was a constant ``Plip´´ in her mind. Evenly spaced in time, like a really clingy friend. That continued to wait for you to pick up the damned phone call. Cause, yes they knew. That you were ignoring them.

ERROR_OUTOFMEMORY; A-aa-djus-tt-tt-ting. Re-boo-bboot-bootting.

Stupid thing...

She didn’t even realize that her eyes were still hidden behind her eye lids, closing them shut to that terrible world she found herself in. Continuing to feebly wave in the general direction of the annoyance. Only making them shutter a bit more, then they already were.

Acessing secundar System. Status adjusted. Vitality base stat observed. Vitality 11 + x.

Status of Spiko – No Family Name

Level: --- Title: *Not Selected*

Race: Homunculus Class: ---

HP: ---

MP: ---

SP: ---

Special Abilities:

1. ---

2. ---

Passives:

1. ---

2. ---

Str:

---

Dex:

17

Agi:

26

Vit:

11 + x

Int:

---

Wis:

---

Lck:

---

Chr:

---

Waving her hand more frantically at the stupid things, still bothering her sleep. Everything closed down with jitters, as if reluctant to do so. Corners stretched. Text warped. Parts overlapped each other and flickered madly. If one looked really closely, it might have resembled something out of a Faustian horror. Like a scream, captured in a disjointed gif animation. Breaking up, spooling forward seconds or minutes. Then flickering trough, the timeline widely again. Hours, Days, Years, Eons seemed to be replayed in bare moments. Time surely was relative right now.

Title gained: “Help”

Without her asking for it. An explanation shoved itself in front of her inner vision.

Title: Help

HelP HELP hElp!

HELP.

heeeellpp Heellp Heellllppppp.

H-ELP! HEl.P. HelP!

Bonus: HELP!

Pulling her elbow to her eyes. Mumbling soft curses with incoherent hisses, all about blue things and how she would bury them deep underground. Then finally the annoyance left. With a last drawn out motion of distortion. Sleep soon took her again.

Burple

About midday, her stomach started growling a bit which finally made her decide to straighten up. In a way only cats really could pull off authentically. Now sitting on the branch. Rubbing the dustiness out of her eyes, she glanced around. Seeing the stiff things strewn around her. A slight twitch of her right ear, gave an indication to her willingness to wear these.

Sigh

Taking a moment, she started crunching up the gambeson in her hands. Yellow-White crystals now flaking off, like snowfall they spread out in the area of that tree. Just what you would expect, when all that liquid evaporated. Leaving only the sweet residuals and some other trace materials behind.

At least it's not sticky anymore.

After licking her hand absentmindedly clean, from some of the sugary flakes. The process of wearing those, mostly free of crunchiness clothes, gave her the pressing need. To just leave them behind and go forth, as creation had made her.

Who cares about looks … this feels so wrong.

With stiff jerky motions, she limbered up her movement range. As areas she hadn’t really cleaned up, just mushed together more densely, gave way. She started shaking herself violently in all direction.

“Hnn...”

Nibbling on a frayed edge of the robes cowl. While picking up her things. Spiko daftly got her fingers and toes into the spaces between the bark pieces and climbed down the tree.

Just get some of that sweet water to drink. Ah, filling up the canteen would be good too.

Moments later, this time without any manic break downs, her belly and stores were filled up. The journey from here on became a lot easier. She still felt like eating a big chunk of meat, every time her mind wandered towards that topic. But the water of life from those trees kept her going. In the end, all the body needs to work was provided. As long as she didn’t overdo the length of her new dietary style, it would be fine.

After about 5 more days of that sugary lifestyle. There she stood, looking around at smaller sized trees. Now sparsely thrown around in the scenery before her. They were huggable, as she had tested it herself. Just the span of her arms forming an O.

There …

Looking out in the distance, from the top of one such described tree. Downwards the slight slope she had been traveling on, as she now realized with indignity. Far off in the distance. A randomly distributed cluster of buildings, behind a wall of roughly hone tree trunks, was visible to her. Moving small objects could be seen, walking in every direction.

Wow. There’re a lot of people.

A smile made it to her face. Now she finally could eat something good. Drink something that wasn’t sweet. And maybe even find a clue to the whereabouts of her family. Of her home. Banishing any bad thought that tried to stick to her now focused mind.

FOOD!

Like chased by something worse than that horror. Her body spurred into wild leaps. With overly flamboyant skips in-between, her fast steps carried her onwards. She ran and ran along the dirt road. That slowly turned into a roughly cobbled one a few hours later. Still smiling and slightly drooling from a corner of a mouth. She made it to the area, where people seemed wait around for no reason.

“Hey, you! Get in line!”

Stopping in her mad dash. She turned, looking for the source of the gruff voice. A small but stout man was looking at her. Pointing to the end of the row. As she followed where his stubby and calloused finger was pointing. A lot of others shook their head at her or just looked disinterested towards the commotion.

“Ah …”

“You heard me lass, get those legs moving! You're not cutting in line before me.”

“...”

Looking between the heavily hairy face, which still was groomed to perfection. And the end of the so described ``line´´. She moaned inwardly.

I have to wait?

With puppy eyes, that activated on reflex more than anything. She starred at the only one caring or daring to stop her. It only made a vein pop out sharply. For all the trouble she taken to get her way.

“What! Lass, if you want to. I can give you a good whooping. Get on with it!”

“ ...eewhherrgg...”

With the failure of her persuasion tactic. Her body turned reluctantly. Her Tail weaving about restlessly in circles of eights. She slugged to the end of the line. Some she had passed, chuckling softly.

Too tired to bite’n scratch all of them …

Plop

Sitting down cross-legged. She put the bindle to the side. In but a moment, she had the canteen in her hands. With a twist of her wrist and a quick motion, she gulped down. Till the need for it subsided. Wiping her mouth and licking of the bit stuck to the back of her hand. The waiting began.

“Next.”

As those words echoed from the too far off entrance to her salvation. The line stuttered into motion, stepping forward a few paces. Growling with passion, that only the truly impatient ones could muster. She scooted forwards, by pulling herself across the ground. Then remembering to grab her stuff. Leaning backwards and barely getting to the stick with her back fully stretching out.

Clink tshunk

Without care, she put down the bindle. Now so, that when moving. She would push it forward with her feet. Awkwardly maybe, but too lazy to bother.

“Next.”

Rolling her eyes. She pushed onwards. It had long ago taken off the edge from her mind. Without even drooling now, there was just annoyance left.

Waiting … who thought of something like that. Why can’t just everyone … just go!

A sad expression came over her. Slightly shaking her head.

Poor weird people. Must be hard to be stupid enough. To think up such silly things.

Looking a bit more closely at everyone stuck in this harassment. There were more of the stubby short man's stature. Some of them were even smaller, but less bloated around the belly. Their large hairy feet, kind of seemed out of proportion to her. Realizing that a lot of them had that problem. She pitied them. There was no way, she would do this again. Next time she would just run past everyone.

Must be hard to go about life that way.

Large hairy feet, small cuddly body.

Tall thin body, stretchy long ears.

Stout and always sharply looking, short barrels for a body.

Lots of thin but muscular bodies, with what was agreeable a normal ear size.

She even recognized some, that had ears and tails. Similar to her. Envious she looked at the clothes, that fit perfectly around them. Shifting her position in the dirt a bit.

Yeah ... I want that too.

Looking at her own backside now. Where she could feel the uncomfortable leather band of her trousers, slightly pressing down on her tail. With no convenient opening, she had just donned them like that. But it was bugging her every second. Even more so, as everything was still kind of stiff.

Ahh!

“What in the gods name are you doing!”

A young female voice whispered at her in a stern manner. While glancing to the side, spiko saw that it was one of the normal ear people. Who had barely any fur on them.

At least the female smelling and looking ones. Have longer fur on their heads.

Patting her own short hair. She envisioned herself with that much. A smile of pure bliss.

“Stop that. Put those back on. Don’t you feel any shame!”

The whispers became more of a hiss. As color spread on the face of the red-haired and green eyed, normal ear female. Noticing that it started to camouflage itself. Spiko looked around for any threats to her life.

“Yes, you! Come on. Here let me help you.”

“Thanks?”

Confused she let herself be pulled up from the dusty ground, by a stronger and more muscular looking arm then she would have expected. With quick motions, her pants where reequipped onto her commando style lower body. They just had been pulled down to her feet, so she could get at the important part. Now with a roughly cut out hole for her tail. That she just had managed to finish, before being somewhat disturbed by this helper.

“There. Now stay up like that. It’s unsightly watching you. Skitter around in the dirt.”

While looking at the helpful one. She noticed lots of small grunts of disapproval. Twitching her ears towards both directions of the line. But more so to the one in her front, as that area was the noisiest. Some people blushed, when she looked at them.

Weird people. I don’t see anything dangerous. Why is everyone changing color. Even the ones without red hair. That’s so useless.

Scratching behind one ear. Shrugging and nodding at the one that had helped her. Spiko made sure that she just hadn’t noticed the danger. Leaning forward and snatching up her things. Then looking around the area more warily.

“Next!”

Shuffling forward. While turning herself three-hundred-sixty degrees. She eyed her surroundings with slightly closed eyes. Focusing on anything that seemed suspiciously.

There must be something here.

As everyone moved very slowly forward, trough the line of waiting people. Her suspicion only grew. When people stopped looking at her directly. With thougths that ran around the possible dangers of waiting in the open like this. Her mind went round and round.