You take in a deep breath and look around you. Lovely view, isn't it? Bloody and burnt sand, the scent of rotten flesh, dead corpses of monsters, and of course the absolute chaos that is the city. You let out a sigh and head back in, hopping up on Ajiarra and gently putting a lead on Shiela. You head out towards the plains of this area, seeing hardly any fire or lava, putting you in a relaxing state. There is a lush forest in the distance and a huge new city in the other.
It's settled. You shall be the one to conquer this lunatic. You are determined to build a shelter here. To medically aid your poor Pegasus. To slap the crazy dude who has been giving you nightmares last night. And thus, your new quest begins.
Day One. Your goal is a frame for a house. A decent one as well. A thunderstorm approaches and you are soaked, having head back to the blood shack. You cuddle in the familiar warmth of the disgusting bed. How unfortunate.
Day Two. Make a frame still. Success! However, monsters arrive and you are forced to spend a night in the shack. Warmth in bed. How unfortunate.
The days pass by, each feeling longer and longer that you can't keep track anymore. But now, your quest is complete. You now own a decent house made of wood which holds Ajiarra and Sheila inside. Sheila is bandages up at the wings but still deemed flightless. You have a food supply of fruits and a room dedicated to growing crops. Mainly potatoes and carrots since those are much easier to plant. Every night in your clean bed, you feel the same warmth from the shack and don't know why. You have nightmares of the lunatic. Of the hounds. Of many things.. But that warmth always calms you down.
One night, you feel more than just warmth. You feel hands. Fingers. Palms. Wrists. You shudder as the hands trail down your sides, feeling your hips.
"I bet you're as delicious as you look~," whispers out a deep and seductive voice that you swear you've heard before.
You quickly yelp in surprise and sit up, looking over at a man. No- a creature. Three heads- each being one of a dark purple dog with red glowing eyes-, Trojan armor or sparkling blue that reminds you of Ajiarra, and a twisted grin directed at you.
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Trojan Monster
FantasyYour ship washes up on the shore of an eerie place. It doesn't look like Sparta.. You went far off track. Really did it this time, haven't you? But... There's.. Lava and fire and blood and.. Flesh.. Everywhere! Who could've done such a thing? And...
