A God, A Goblin, A Gold Coin

Pillow Talk

An open flame cracks and bellows up to a rotating spit. Skewered into the pole was a folded full giant chameleon's tail. Cree picks the hefty stick off the posts and frees it from the skewer. That steaming reptile flesh then offered down to Shasta. She was seated beside him on a bundle of wood and leaves. She takes a curious sniff before gazing back up to Cree.

Shasta: "It weird we eat Cree?"

Cree: "Light cabalism wont hurt my feelings. Just let me know if I taste good."

Cree takes his seat beside her while jamming the large pole into the ground. It slightly tilts from the uneven weight but finds itself steady. Shasta digs her teeth into the filleted flesh and squeals through muffled mouthfuls.

Shasta: "Cree is delicious."

Cree: "Color changing lizard Cree is delicious. Don't try eating my leg in my sleep."

Shasta: "Cree always sleep in forest anyways. Shasta never find Cree body to eat."

They share a hearty laugh before Shasta pauses for a moment. Taking a swallow of her last bite as she stares into the fire. She takes a few quick inhales before a shiver visibly went down both their spines at once. Shasta feels the ground away from the fire and Cree looks towards the sky. Both of them come to the immediate realization they were about to be hit by a cold front.

Shasta: "Shasta needs warmth tonight. Cree stay with Shasta and keep Shasta warm."

Cree: "We collected all the blankets from the other homes. You'd be bundled up pretty tight."

Shasta: "Cree wanna play game? Humans sleep tight in cold nights. Animals sleep tight in cold nights. Goblins. Sleep tight. In cold. Nights." She spoke firm and with little room for back talk.

Cree remained silent and locked eyes with her. There was no avoiding this one, she pretty much got him. Either he'd have to spill more beans on what's up with his weird emotional state, or he'd have to cuddle for warmth tonight. He gives a defeated sigh. Shasta maintains a deep glare as she continues to ravenously tear teeth into the severed tail.

As the temperature drops they scurried to snuff the fire, save spare tinder in a bundle, and hurry to the small shack. As they entered Cree set aside the tinder while Shasta set down the bones and bow. Cree glances over to ask "you saved the bones?" Shasta gives an affirmative and truly proud nod. There's an excited glint in her eyes as she says "Marrow inside for later!" Her bright toothy smile almost forced Cree to exchange his own smile to her. The wild pair made their way to the cot overloaded with torn and ragged blankets and cloth.

Now the scene was set. Her soon to be husband now crawling into her bed, the night sky high, and the winds cold. All things add up to this moment, you think? They both remove unnecessary clothing's and gently place their tooth necklaces on their given side of the cot. Shasta slips into the bed with him, but not before noticing the small droplets of tried blood on one of the blankets. This single speck... It reminds her of the slaughter he so freely preformed. How thoughtless he must of been, and easy it was for him to utterly annihilate her pe-... The beings she lived with. Was she really so special to be spared... Or was she simply a new toy to him.

This was the moment, right? They talked about mating almost four times now and yet. Cree gazed blankly into the ceiling. With Shasta just strolling fingers over his chest; laid beside him with a tense feeling running through her body.

Shasta: "How old is Cree?" She says to break the silence.

Cree: "I don't know. How old are you, Shasta?"

Shasta: "Goblins don't track age. Life is short. We fight young and die young."

Cree: "How long has Shasta been fighting?"