《Origin Point》A3 Chapter 9
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AN: Thank you all for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.
Decca = one tenth. In this case, about two and a half hours.
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For another decca-turn we continued onwards to the point of many without stamina were lifted by those who still had some. I being an Undead held an infinite amount, but would not let on about this. Instead, my past self merely pretended to have a little less than those who were told to carry those of whom had barely any. Thus, it kept my person from touching any of those creatures or Humans, especially the one who called herself "Jenny".
She seemed to have grown attached to my person, like a parasite who found an unwilling host. However, I would not allow her near as we journeyed onwards, especially when she grew too tired and needed to be carried. This was left to an odd male Human with a strange brimmed hat, was chewing on a stalk of wheat, and wore an odd collection of leather and chainmail. When asked why he wore such a thing, he responded with, "It's my Cowboy outfit."
"A what now?" I asked, as we each sat upon the ground just as our party had escaped the forest. We had been given leave to rest until the day-star broke through the horizon, to which many were grateful for. However, I was still curious about such an outfit, as well as what a "Cow Boy" was.
To which the other was quite deterred as though I should know of such a concept, but as he watched, I simply sat upon my knees in order to enact something I had seen others perform when listening to what I say. In this, I sat upon my knees, placed my hands upon my thighs, widened my eyes, twitched my ears forwards, and allowed my tail to sway back and forth as though excited at the prospect of learning something new. Of course, it was all an act in order to gain some semblance of trust, or something like it.
However, it was here that I noticed the small creature called Jenny, of whom was in fact an adult Halfling, glaring at my body as though very suspicious. Which then caused my mind to dedicate some of itself to forming a plan to kill her, whilst the odd Human male began his explanation.
By the by, this human was not a brute of a Human. Instead, he was lean built with wiry muscles coating his form. This allowed his person to travel greater distances far longer than many others. As to what this one wore? Well, it was rather odd, as I've never seen the design before, and desired to know more about it.
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For instance, the leather boots he wore ended in a blunt point, and were only a few centimetres farther up than the toes. Of which he explained they were used to enter the stirrups of a horse's saddle. This led to him removing one of the boots and handing it over to my person for further inspection. To which he seemed rather embarrassed, as his right hand rubbed his neck as he spoke, "Sorry for the smell; been running a lot today."
"It's fine," I replied, running my fingers over the boot and noting the odd characteristics of the item. For example, the entrance where one is to place their foot into such a thing was much longer on the front and back, whilst it had an odd dip along the sides. When questioned as I handed the footwear back, he shrugged and said it was merely a design of the shoemaker.
This then led to a showing of his "breeches" as he called them. Of which consisted of hard, brown leather, over fine chainmail, over a pair of linen trousers. He claimed it made riding a horse easier, but I noted that the leather trousers which covered the chainmail to only be covering his front, with only a few straps keeping it against his body. Quite odd, to be sure.
As to what was on his torso? Well, he wore the same which was on his legs. A linen tunic under a mesh of fine chainmail, but instead of a leather tunic, he wore a simple vest made of the same brown, hard leather as that which covered the front of his legs. This then led to a kerchief around his face, revealing only a pair of sky-blue eyes which seemed to be filled with pain of some sort.
When asked why he hid his face, those eyes grew hard as he explained, "It's tuh hide my scars. Affor I came 'ere, I fought a Grizzly, and it tore my face. Our healer did what she could, but before we could get misself to a doc, I was ported 'ere."
"Well, if you'd like," I began, standing tall as I stretched my body with enough force to cause my back to pop its spine in a few places, "I can take a look at your scars and help with the process of healing it."
"You're a healer?" He asked, his eyes widening enough to cause the male's right foot to inch forwards a few centimetres.
"Of a sort, yes," my eyes sparkled a little with amusement at the eagerness of the other. Of which increased when the others around us muttered excitedly about the prospect of having a healer amongst their number. "Though, it may hurt, as I am not well proficient in it."
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"Doesn't matter," spoke the "Cowboy", "If you ken help me regain my face, don't matter to me how much pain I'll be in. I'm Robby, by the way."
A hand was extended towards my person, to which I shook with my own, but not before sneering at the prospect within my mind. Upon my outer appearance, though, I gave a small smile as I spoke of my own name with a simple flick of my tail, "Siirak."
"Seer-ack?" Questioned the other, then shrugged as I motioned for him to remove the kerchief, but away from the now curious eyes of the others. Of which included the Human Elder, who had crept forward in order to watch.
"No peeking," I growled, as my voice muttered a small incantation. Of which caused a slight, shimmering golden barrier to form around my and the Human male's body. "There, now they won't be able to see."
"What-?" he began, just as the kerchief was removed to reveal the exposed muscle and bone of everything on the right side of Robby's face. The damage seemed to have been contained between his lower jaw and the eye socket, but also extended towards his upper lip and nose. To which half of such a thing was missing, revealing a large hole which was normally covered up.
"Quite gruesome," I muttered, as I gripped the Human's head between my own hands, "This is going to hurt." My lips stretched themselves into a feral grin, which caused the other to squirm as it noted the change in my eye colour, as a shadow of my skeletal self stretched itself to the roof of my minour barrier.
This caused the other to gasp, then scream as my energies, the colours of crimson and emerald, erupted from the centre of my forehead, and raced along my skin towards the Human's own. Once it reached his flesh, did he cease in his screaming, and simply stood there with mouth agape and eyes wide as my energies sparked the regeneration of his body. This allowed it to regrow the missing pieces of flesh, but that was not all it did. No. For I had need of more minions if I were to continue with the war for Terra, and this one would be, but the first of many.
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The barrier soon fell away to reveal a now whole Human with the "face of an angel" as he had called it. Gone were the missing pieces of flesh and cartilage, and in its place was one many females would simply fall in love with. What with the perfection of rugged features coupled with a cleft chin and sky-blue eyes. Not to mention the fact that this Human, Robby, had a "strawberry-blonde" hair colour, as he called it, who wouldn't want to try and bed such a male?
Well, I wouldn't.
In any case, he seemed to be genuinely happy, and helped my person over to a nearby large boulder for my person to sit upon. Whereas he was now surrounded by many others, each with their own questions, whilst I was now being pestered by a very suspicious Jenny.
"You did something to him," she accused.
"Of course I did," I stated matter-of-factly, "Robby' scars are gone, his flesh returned, and he no longer needs to hide this from anyone."
"I don't know what it is, but you did it," she growled towards my person whilst ignoring my statement. To which I simply shrugged, leaned back against the stone, and ignored her. This caused her to growl once more, and storm off towards the group, whilst I simply watched her leave with a slight glare towards her small form.
'It looks like she will be quite the hassle later,' I mused mentally, as I noted the Elder approaching my person with an eagerness about its step. It was here that I found this Human to be female, and she seemed to be quite enjoying the fact that I was some sort of healer.
"We do not have many," she began, as her hands rung one another out as though removing any traces of liquid, "but those who are have always been well taken care of. Such as gold, jewels... women." There was a light within this one's eyes, one that spoke of greed for such a discovery. For she had believed her person would be well rewarded, if she were to present my own to whomever controls her leash.
However, I was not so easily swayed, as I had little need of more females than the one I had set my gaze upon already, nor was material wealth necessary for one such as I. In any case, I did not allow this through to the other, and simply spoke, "We shall see what we shall see."
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