' My god this is gross... ' Angorod thought as he traveled through the oesophagus of the giant snake.

The muscles cramped down around him , to shove his still living body even further. Suddendly Angorod felt a pain that didn't come from being constricted all around , it was more like a stinging pain that started on his claws and wings.

' Stomach acid! ' Angorod came to the conclusion.

Immediatly he summoned 2 large sized chrimson balls. With concentration he flattend the balls until they were only as wide as a single piece of paper and they started to rotate along the flat side.

* tring*

Using your blood to form magic you have lost 1000 health for each ball you produced.

Angorod knew this , after all it came from his own body and he understood the workings of his bodily ' mechanics ' more then the average person. Even though the blades were 1 meter in diameter they could only cut small gashes into the beasts insides.

The beast roared nonetheless but the stinging pain of being digested didn't ease in the slightest. In fact the constriction around him tightend even more. Something bigger then those spiraling discs was required for this.

Even though he hadn't tested this out before , his skill allowed him to do things others would deam impossible.

His heartbeat increased. Burning pain not only assaulted his outsides but also his insides now. The roaring of the blood coursing through his veins intensified as he increased the speed of the blood in his own veins.

As his veins were almost unable to take all the pressure that was lead through them Angorod released all of it through any opening he head. Out of his ears , nose , mouth , hands and along his spine the blood oozed out.

A spiral his own size started to rotate with him as the center of gravity. Angorod chuckled at the prospect of turning into Jupiter with his asteroid like belt. But instead of being made of asteroids it was his own blood that turned and flowed at an incredible speed.

Like a saw it started to slice the beast right through. As it had already sliced it half open the blood couldn't reach any further so Angorod made the spiral even thicker with the small disks he had formed before.

It took him 15 precious seconds to retrieve the disks into his system and releasing them as part of the bigger spiral.

Violently the big snake tossed and turned crying out its last hiss as a spiral of blood ripped through its belly. Soon the whole snake fell into 2 pieces and out of it came a battered and bruised dragon.

Immediatly he collapsed and all of the blood that spiraled around him lost its point of concentration. Uselessly it splattered to the floor and it started to mix with the snakes bodily fluids.

But those fluids and the snake itself disintigrated immediatly at the touch of the blood. The dark and sinister magic of demons was bundled in his blood which disintigrated everything at touch.

* tring*

A skill has increased.

Apprentice Blood control mastery rank 1 , 0%( F , skill rank )

Propertys to combine with your blood available 2.

First propety: Demonic ( Disintigration magic is stored in your blood.)

Second property: Undecided ( acquire 1 certain blood type with extra propetys in masses.)

Even though he had collapsed he heard the tring and through his iron like will he held on to his conciousness. He knew it was only a F rank skill but , even though skills were ' bad ' in regards of skills did it matter if you could use them for things like this?

Angorod knew this magic didn't make him invincible and it was a 2 edged sword. After all one had to sacrifice his own life force to use this at all , which in turn left the user weakend. But it was still powerful and power was what he needed.

Now he had even acquired a second property that his own body would recreate if he decided it. He immediatly thought about all the poosibilitys.

' Angels blood ... healing effects. ' Was his first thought but he soon discarded the idea.

This was a to precious opportunity to waste so he would indulge in studys later on , after he had acquired enough information about monsters that roamed the > Other world

His blood wasn't only limited to 1 property of a certain beast type. He could also gain propertys of beasts and immortals simply by consuming their flesh.

But for gaining the best effect , he would need to acquire Information and for being patient enough to not bathe and swallow every puddle of blood he saw he needed the control those crafters the coven had told him about.

While thinking that he needed to acquire the control over his urges , he was already crawling towards the snakes caracass while slurping up its thick blood.

................

After 1 day he had completly recovered his strength and ability to concentrate , but half of the snake had disappeared inside of his throat. Even while it turned dark outside he simply clawed himself a way into the still relativly warm flesh of the beast and went to sleep inside of it.

Angorod knew this should be scary but he just enjoyed the kill and blood around him. While asleep he seemed to have eaten more flesh of the beast and slurped some blood. He was heavily relived after he saw that the new property he gained was still available.

After all there were only 5 different grades to skills. It started out with nothing before it moved on to apprentice. After gaining enough experience for 10 ranks in a skill , it would go to apprentice. After apprentice it was junior journeyman , senior journeyman and lastly master.

Nothing more nothing less. Angorod even groaned at the thought of having to level up his now apprentice skill even further. He read on the forums of the > Other World

He used a disk of his rotating blood to tear up more flesh and seperate the skin from bones and tissue. But every so often , when he relaxed for 1 moment , he grabbed a piece of bloody meat and swallowed it.

' This is getting really annoying .... ' Angorod thought.

After gaining about 10 square meters of the hide he held it tightly and was about to jump into the air to take of. But there in the dirt were 2 shiny little crystals. Angorod , as the dragon kin he was , couldn't walk by and not take them.

With a glint of greed in his eyes he picked them up and flew off back to the village.

..............

He was far enough away so they wouldn't see him land in his dragon form , right where he had dropped his back-pack , weapons and the mismatched armor. But a new problem occured.

Angorod in his human form couldn't carry this roughly 6*2 meter piece of hide. Not only because it was way to big and couldn't fit in his backpack but also it was way to heavy in his frail humanoid body.

He quickly thought about slicing it apart , but he also wasn't sure how big a piece of hide had to be before it was made into a actual piece of leather. From rumours he had heard hides shrunk when they were tanned.

His thoughts went to just throwing it into the town while in Dragon form and appearing from a side street during the cover of night to just killing the guards and all townspeople until they didn't care if he was a dragon or not.

The last actually sounded really reasonable to Angorod , but then he remembered something. He couldn't kill females ... Or at least he didn't want to. Ever since he saved the girl from those bandits shortly after he started he had a soft spot for the opposite gender.

Angorod just shrugged his shoulders and threw took one edge of the hide into both hands. He pressed his feet heavily into the ground and dragged it along the road. Alot of merchants and most likely players , wondered at this weird overgrown guy.

Some players , because of his behaviour and even before that his height , thought he was an npc with a quest so they talked him up. After a few ... guttural curses to which even a sailor would blush later they left him alone.

This thing was heavy and in 1 hour he only made half a kilometer. It took him most of the day to make it back to the village and he was seriously pissed enough half way through to reconsider killing the guards and everyone who wanted to fight in the village.

After the 5th group of players had already asked him for a quest he even considered killing everything in 100 leagues around the village and completly tear down the village , while he danced on the corpses of the towns people.

He considered himself very generous that he didn't want to piss on the corpses after he danced on them.

' ... I really need to get this under control... ' Angorod thought as he reached the gate of the town.

" Been here a day ago or 2 can't really remember , this is for the elf in the plaza. " Angorod said while he pointed at the hide.

As they remebered his face , that he washed while he was in Dragon form to not disgruntle or shock the poor little humans , they waved him through while wondering what that thing was he dragged along with him.

Everybody be it old or young , man or woman , player or npc turned their heads at the sight of a 2.5m tall , very handsome , person dragging along something that closely resembled an oil tarp.

It definetly had the shinyness of a sailing ships sails , as they were completly drenched in a certain oil to catch the air better , but that was the creatures fault. Snakes after all have a slimy body that prevents scratches from rocks and sharp objects.

Angorod was completly exhausted after this endevaour and still fought with himself to kill everybody in his field of vision at the moment , but the elf came running out of the building at the moment.

" ... How the hell did you get this here so fast? " The elf shouted towards Angorod who had just collapsed on the side of the road.

" * Huff* Dragged it ... here ... * huff* " He replied still laying on the dirty road.

" Where is your party? " The elf once again asked.

" What party? "

" To get close enough to a piece of moat of this beast you need to kill all the giant alligators and birds of prey around the area! "

" Damn i could have gotten the moat? That would have been so much better then killing it. " Angorod replied sarcastically , after all it was to late by the time he had thought about it.

" ... "

The complete plaza , that previously was whispering about the weird guy , grew silent in a instant.

" Is that the Vitras skin? " A older dwarf asked the elf in-front of Angorod.

Angorod only knew , due his heigtend sense of smell that this dwarf actually was a dwarf who had come from the throng of onlookers. His line of sight was straight up into the air and he was viewing the clouds , to exhausted to even move his head.

" Aye that it is. He said he killed it. " The elf told the dwarf.

" Good joke , that moat is pretty well preserved. " The dwarf asked in return.

" No mayor , HE killed it. " The elf repeated herself.

" Did it , dwarf. Don't you dare question me , go to the swamp yourself it's still rotting there. " Angorod angrily interrupted their conversation.

Both the elf and dwarf now came into Angorods field of view and eyed him critically. Angorod was still to exhausted to even think about moving so he just stared up ahead.

Now they both turned around to view the hide Angorod had brought back and they disappeared from his field of view. They unfolded the hide and saw that it was bigger then they expected.

" By the gods! There is still blood all over the thing! " The elf shouted while she examined it closer.

" Well im not a leather worker what do you expect , a perfect job from any amateur that comes by? Then you wouldn't have a job. " Angorod grunted towards her.

Just a few seconds longer all were completly silent and then they broke out in cheers. Everybody old , young , female , male EVERYBODY started to celebrate. On the spot hundreds of kegs of ale or mead were miracously conjured.

But in reality they just rolled them out of their shops or homes.

The dwarf came back to him and violently shook Angorods hands.

" Thank you , thank you for getting rid of the north-east plague Vitras! " The mayor almost seemed to cry while he said that , but it were tears of joy.

* tring*

For killing one of the monsters that were blocking mortals progression you have gained a title and a skill.

Title: The saviour

Due to your unique race , you can't gain this skill.

Instead your racial make-up has transformed something in your non-humanoid form that belonge to the great snake Vitras.

This takes up a the new acquired proficiency of your Blood control mastery.

Gained 2000 Fame.

Angorod was stunned. He couldn't move while the dwarf was still shaking his hand out of gratitude. Now even Angorod smiled. But at this smile everyone began to run away. Not a warm smile , a cruel very cruel smile that was only seen on insande beasts.

" You ... dwarf ... You ruined my all precious skill. " Angorod couldn't care that he was using player only words on a npc.

Even the dwarf was trying to worm his way out of Angorods hands but the iron grip just intensified. Terror and panic radiated from the dwarfs eyes and everyone else was just watching from the distance.

" Do you want to know how i killed the snake? " Angorod asked with a dead-pan voice.

The poor dwarf had just pissed his own pants and heavily shook his pants. Nobody would judge him for pissing his pants they felt the same way.

" You do don't you. "

Again he was only able to cry and shake his head.

" Let me show you then. " Not one drop of emotion had entered Angorods voice.

Angorod released blood from his spine , mouth , eyes , ears , hands and everywhere else and formed it onto the spiral he had used it before.

Every building around him was instantly cut to shreds and disappeared as the demonic blood disintigrated it.

" You see i was in his mouth , wandered down its throat and then while i was in his belly i used this to cut em up ~ ALLLL ~ nice and good from the insides. " Angorod continued.

He was still quite fatigued and all of his blood hadn't recovered yet , but also because he was in his human form , so the throng of people that watched weren't affected by the spiral , much to Angorods dismay.

" You wan't to know how that feels , little dwarf? " Angorod said his voice still dead-pan.

But the dwarf had passed out at his last sentence. Angorod clicked his tongue and turned around to face the leatherworker.

" Stop gawking , make my gods-damn armor , wench! You have 2 days before i destroy the village with everyone in it! " Angorod whispered towards the leatherworker.

At this moment at least 50% of the people gathered there leaked and it appeared on their dresses , pants or whatever they wore.

* tring*

Title Saviour has changed.

New title: The contemptible.

Everybody that has heard of you will do your bidding , just to avoid being under your scorn. This highly affects interactions with Npcs , as they will be intimiated. Some Kingdoms might hunt you.

You are able to release your Dragon form in whatever form you are currently in.

* tring*

You will be called the nefarious from now on and this will be your fame.

Due to your title you have become so notorious that your infamy and fame have become merged to 1.

Every increases in fame will directly be associated with todays notorious deed and thus your fame as well as infamy will be regarded as the same.

Infamy has been removed.

Most children and old people began to cry and the rest were frozen solid out of fear. Just the elf that was the leatherworker ran by and entered her shop as she prepared to harden the snakes leather.

.................

With a new leather armor , which had some wickid design on it , Angorod was happily walking along the road. He also bought some new leather shin and arm guards , with the same design etched in.

He still wore his brown robes over all of it and had both his axes strapped to his back. There were also quite a few throwing hatches located at his belt and about 12 throwing knifes somewhere placed on his body , in hidden locations of course.

Some new boots , were at least 6 of those knifes were located , made from the snakes leather gave the finishing touches to the ensamble and somehow Angorod felt really good about it.

Even though , as he was now out of sight from the village he had just left , he completly undressed and filled his backpack with the items he had acquired. He was also incredibly happy the villagers ' offered ' everything for free when he went and purchased the wares.

He transformed , after he stripped down , and grabbed his backpack with his hind claws as he took off. Finally , after the fight with the Vitra snake , he was able to start out of a standing position and had no need for a run before he could take off.

Angorod went so far as to hume a tune while in flight , closing in on his original destination.

Just as they day reached its end he found a herd of 10 of those mammoths and he tested out the new ability he gained due to the ' circumstances ' that lead to his new title. Which he really loved , it was such a pretty name after all.

He swoped down on the herd and directly arched his body. The motion he had done from the back of his throat could be comparible to purposefully throwing up. But instead of his stomache juices something different came out.

A fine emerald colored dust sprayed out of his mouth directly towards the herd. The 2 leading alphas of the heard planted their feet in the ground and were about to charge him when the dust touched them.

First their skin disappeared , after this their flesh and muscles but to top it off even the white of their bones melted into nothingness.

Angorod sucessfully , or more out of coincidence , acquired the snakes ' spraying ' mechanism of the poison it had. But this wasn't poison. Somehow or another the spraying mechanism combined the snakes poison with the acidical propertys of his blood and created a even more lethal coctail.

Thus he had acquired a weapon that replaced his dragons breath. At the moment it was only a fine dust , as the glands for producing this coctail weren't fully developed yet , but in time it would probably grow. Angorod was certain.

But now he faced a new problem. How the hell is he supposed to eat something when he just now annihilated the whole herd , on an atmoic level , with his underdeveloped breath attack?

Clearly not at all. It was more of a reflex to want to face-palm himself but his body acted acordingly and wacked his short muzzle with his tail. Angorod was annoyed as he increased his altitude to search for his next prey , or preferred meal of the night.

.................

It took him another week to reach , oh what a surprise , another monastary high up in the north. But this monastary seemed to be formed out of the mountains that surrounded it. Like a piece of art , from the distance even Angorod had trouble to pin-point its location.

So he spent 5 days travelling to said mountain and 2 whole days finding the monastary that seemed to hide within the mountain range. He was quite annoyed and thought about testing his new breath weapon on it. Just for the purpose of future siege battles of course.

He landed out of sight and transformed into his humaoid form. Angorod had carefully placed the back-pack on the ground before he transformed and now was clothing himself properly.

It took him 1 hour to reach the monastary , by foot , while running towards it. Nobody guarded the gates and not a soul manned the battlements. As Angorod pushed open the gates he was anticipating the usual * tring* but it never came.

" HELLLO ? " Angorod shouted at the empty courtyard and was still waiting for a window to pop up to save some poor damsels in distress.

No answer. He walked straight ahead towards the next set of heavy gates and didn't even bother to knock this time as he simply kicked it open.

" Gods-damn is someone home? " Angorod shouted.

Still no answer. He entered and found empty halls that hadn't been used for centurys , judging by the amount of dust on everything.

As he walked further and further along the seemingly never ending hall he soon found something which picked his interest. A heavy oaken desk , that had seen better days , on which a old looking book was placed , still opened.

But the thing on the chair behind him interested him even more. A skeleton. It didn't move or talk , which Angorod would have found funny , it seemed the person that it used to be died a peaceful death inside of the chair.

At least it had no cracks in the bones or missing parts. It was just a ' mummified ' old body. After 1 minute of examining the skeleton Angorod was bored and he flipped it out of the comfortable looking chair.

With a look of disgust he dusted of the chair and placed himself down on it , while walking on the skeletons bones. Now as he was comfortable he pulled the book closer.

As he skimmed through the book he quickly noticed what it was. A collection of the craft this monastary used to teach and how to acquire the methods. There was also a part about what was needed for the craft and a ' recipie ' part that explained certain processes.

But what made Angorod sigh was the title of the book.

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