《Dragonic Evolution [Old]》Interlude: Yarm The Kobolt
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Hello there. My old name no longer matters since I no longer use it and it has been a few years since I came to this world. But my new name is Yarm. I am a girl, reborn in this new world roughly five years ago into a tribe of strange people. None of them spoke the same language as me. So I had to learn there very simple language and with this new body, I couldn’t even speak my own.
My new body was a lot worse than my last body. This one was like a dog’s body with a human-like shape. In case you have not guessed, I was reborn as a Kobolt. My life took a turn when I was reborn, I figured out that we had a caste system. The lowest caste was born with red fur, they are weak and lack much strength. Instead, the red furs worship the god of fire. Next was the average people, the black furs. Black furs were average in every way and treated like that. Then we have the brown furs who are the clan's brutes, physically stronger than all but one caste.
That caste was the blue-furred High Kobolts. High Kobolts were Kobolts that had lived for at least ten years and had won hundreds to thousands of battles. But High Kobolts were never born as such, even when two mate. Instead, they had to… evolve? From one of the other castes.
The idea of near-instant evolution was a very strange thing to me. I was a pre-med student and trying to become a doctor. Of course, I had known about games where you tame monsters and train them to become stronger versions of themselves via evolution. But the idea that something like this was possible or not was insane.
Either way, moving on to myself. I thought that I looked kind of cute for being apart of these Ugly Kobolts. I kept my fur nice and shiny, plus I made myself a make-shift comb to keep matts out of my fur and to give it a nice bit of fluff. But the things that sadly I liked the most about myself, was my deep red fur and bright crimson eyes.
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Yep, I was born into the lowest caste. That was the luck I have had in this world. Due to this I was constantly underfed and beaten. Sometimes I would try to hunt by myself, but I was hopeless with a sprint lasting me just a few yards before my legs gave out. Along with that no matter how much I tried to get stronger, with how much I was underfed it was difficult.
So you might be thinking, why didn’t I become a priest? Wouldn’t they give me more food if I did that? The answer is no. But I had seen several miracles, so I learned a couple of traditional prayers and how to make my own. Mostly it was a lot of subtle demands and a few small whimpers to show that we thought of ourselves below the fire god.
That was my life for the five years I just barely scraped by like the rest of the red furs. Eventually, though my luck turned around… or so I thought. I managed to join a hunting party. I was the priest of the group, only brought along to pray for food, warmth and for no injury. The fire god only gave us better than average prey, just enough for me to believe that it is real. The luck of being in the group mostly came from Renco, a male black fur and Dragh a female black fur.
Those two were my best friends. We ate together, slept together and I mostly prayed for them. But my luck ended with our next member, Carn. He was an above-average brown fur, it was suggested that he would become a High Kobolt too. When he was told some people thought that it went straight to his head. His treatment on me and my friends was like how you would treat a stair.
To him, we were either fodder or tradition. Renco and Dragh were the fodder, sent to flush animals out of their nests or to be left behind while he ran from prey too strong for us. I was only there for tradition as all good hunting party had one of the red furs. That was when we met “it”. An Aleghio, a giant black monstrosity. We all were told stories about the creature, but never once did I think that it would be me and my friends who encountered it.
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We ran from the creature as fast as we could, even Renco and Dragh ignored Carn’s orders to stay behind and keep it at bay. Like hell, they could have done anything to an Aleghio. The creature was ten feet tall and thirty feet long. Even I felt terrified. But this was the moment that Carn showed his true idiocy. We all followed him, even if he wasn’t faster than us Carn would slow down the Aleghio. But following him lead us right to our village. The village only had sixty members and only us four ran. But our escape and the destruction of my home was not the last part of the day. At noon that day, three hours later we had set up a small camp.
Renco was sent out to look for food, but only Carn had a weapon and refused to let Renco borrow his club. So without any weapon Renco went to look for food. Just a few minutes later we started to hear him shout and whimper. I was the first to run, worried that something found him. Oh, fire god I wish I was wrong.
The next moment, I found Renco on the ground, his stomach torn open. I screamed at the beast on top of Renco and charged towards the beast. Dragh also charged with me and we began to circle the lizard creature. ‘I am going to kill this thing… I am going to slaughter it… I can’t'.
Quickly I realised that the lizard would kill me too, I was weak. So I broke off from the circle to check over Renco as Dragh and the beast fought. Sadly there was nothing I could do to save Renco, he would die no matter what. Leaning over Renco I began to tear up, crying over his body. This was the second tragedy today and I couldn’t keep it together anymore.
I don’t remember anything after that until I heard the roar get sent out. Suddenly every bone in my body demanded that I run… so I did. I ran away from the corpse of both Renco and Dragh, following Carn for some reason.
The next days consisted of looking for the other Kobolt tribes and me getting beaten for being useless to Carn. It took me seven days to muster up the courage to run from an angry Carn. Anything had to be better than standing around and being beaten by an oversized Kobolt. Later that day though I was gathering berries, one of the few things besides meat Kobolts could eat. While I was I heard five people talking to each other. Looking up I thought I was found by another Kobolt.
But I was wrong, they were goblins. I got back down, low to the ground. I started giving as many prayers to the fire god as I possibly could in that one moment. Just a minute later, I heard total carnage, the sound of tearing flesh. Just a few minutes later, it stopped. Standing up, I looked and saw the same lizard on the ground, passed out. You know the rest.
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