A God, A Goblin, A Gold Coin

Shasta The Bow

The sun blazes an amber hatred over the wooden and poorly fashioned village. Incomprehensible shouting and gargled speech bellow from this cesspool. Upon closer inspection, short green feral beings littered the village. Blood stains, make shift weapons, and torn clothes scattered across the ragged landscape. Within this village was more than just savagery however. A single goblin of violet skin laid bleeding at her post.

She was intelligent for her species. Her skin tone marked her anomalous nature, causing the others around her to resent and fear her. The other beings of this village battering, berating, and belittling this poor girl since she was young. The feral creatures having little empathy for something like her. She was a buxom girl for her short stature. Overtime she learned necessary human words to aid survival. The other goblins would use this to their own advantage if they knew of it.

Being secretive was just another form of survival for this girl. She was finally of age to take the bow, hence why it was suddenly thrown to the ground before her slumped body. Arrows blindly scattered over it with a lazily wrapped quiver. She steadily gathered her breath and wiped the blood from her nose. Her vision slightly blurred as she gathered the arrows. They didn't trust her with a weapon of value. The bow being easy to craft and quick to throw together.

Stuffing the arrows in her quiver, she slings the bow over her shoulder and slumps up the rough and ready wall. With tears boiled in her eyes, she scaled the wall and climbed up to a rugged archer's platform. She narrowed her green eyes to the sky, and caught a glimpse of a somewhat large bird. She could measure out where it would land and found it would be good to lob a shot at it. She'll retrieve it and have a good meal by herself for once. She hadn't practiced much with the bow, but it came naturally to her kind.

Especially ones of her race. She knocked back the arrow, touched her fingers to her cheek and let it fly. The arrow stayed on course, coiling until it met it's mark. However... the bird didn't fall immediately. The goblin rubbed her eyes, thinking she missed or hit something strange. Suddenly the bird turned its entire body towards her and began diving down. The shock sent her into a full fight, pulling back another arrow and swiftly releasing it once again.

She could see it better now, the fucking thing was huge! It quickly swung its beak and snatched the next arrow out of the air as it descended. The bird threw its body forward, and in a giant wave of feathers, a new being crashed into the platform right beside her. The entire wall rattled and the girl fell back before she could ready another arrow. The man before her was... big. She wasn't well versed in human words but she could piece a few words together. He had a large fur skin draped over his shoulders and back. Pants haphazardly strung over his hips, torn to shreds around the ankles. His glowing blue eyes gazing down to her with an arrow still locked between his teeth.

A moment of brief silence fell before them. This well endowed violet goblin thrown to her side, dirtying her already ragged cloth coverings as much as they possibly could. Still leaving her arms and rather muscular abs exposed. Her eyes wondering to his chest as well, taking note of his own rugged musculature and rippled abs shaped in a V. Their eyes met and the arrow fell from the man's teeth. It clattered to the rocking wood and he proceeded to rip the the last arrow from his shoulder. His blood was a golden honey and the sweet aroma filled the air. The scent hitting her nostrils and forcing pure confusion to her expression.

The girl shook her head violently and lunged to the beast with an arrow in hand intending to stab him. He turns to her fully and firmly drops to his knees. The girl takes no time between swinging the arrow down and stabbing the crest of his neck and shoulder, lodging it firmly in place. His hand suddenly swung up and snatched her shoulder to keep her still. The words that fell from his lips were a soft and low gravel. "What is your name, creature?"