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“I assure you, my large friend, you’d be absolutely ecstatic over your new home!” laughed the annoying little man in a suit. “I’ve been serving in real estate for fifteen years and not once have I received a complaint from my customers!”
With a sigh, the Undefeated One followed him. Joining a clan had definitely been a good idea. He had thought that speaking with other warriors instead of fighting them might help, and it did. In a way.
Their preferred topics of conversations bored him, and their social intrigues were just about awkward enough to actually hurt.
Sometimes, it was even hurt enough to make him forget.
“I would drive over in the car, a lovely classic Volkswagen Beetle; did you see it? But unfortunately I don’t believe it was made for your, ah, muscular frames. You might be a little too big to fit inside, so, I guess we’re stuck with walking. Don’t worry, it isn’t far…”
Sorry guys, real life kept getting in the way; I had been procrastinating a lot, and let's just say they caught up with me all at once. Will complete it in 2 hours.
The Undefeated One decided to do what he had not done in aeons; he switched off his hearing completely. It was a trick that he had learnt long ago to protect himself from his own voice. Never before, however, had he been forced to block a noise other than his roar.
But of course, the drone of the little man’s small-talk was almost as lethal as the shockwaves of his war cries.
How he missed the old times; they were harsh on him, true, but he missed them. The Undefeated One smiled; a rare and terrifying sight; as he reminisced the lost times.
The quiet street they walked on was becoming heated. The roads gradually strayed off into beaten dirt paths, and the occasional buildings on the sides turned into trees…
The gigantic hulking man was no more. In his place, the small boy ran, desperation fueling his spent and vainly protesting muscles as he powered through the underbrush, clutching the thieved eggs tightly to his chest.
Behind him, dozens of… creatures; for they were never given names; screamed and cried, their cruel clawed feet digging hard into the earth as they gave chase, crashing through the thin branches and leaves with impunity as they flapped their crude and featherless wings.
Toothed beaks snapped at his back; protruding roots tripped him and impeded his progress; and tough vines seemed to block every single path with conscious purpose. Yet, the bird-creatures behind him screeched and roared, and their shrill voices spurred him onwards, fear constantly powering his long-exhausted frame.
And then It appeared… the unnatural thing which thrice sought to take his life.
With a fiery roar that sent the bird creatures rushing back where they came from, the giant lizard crashed through the trees, fire burning in the pits of its eyes…
And then…
And then the annoying little man in the ugly suit rapped him on his knees, saying something that he couldn’t hear.
“…ust say that I’ve never seen anyone who could sleepwalk quite like you do, but I could recommend a good cure. Dr. Demmonds next door has a cure for anything, and he’d take care of your case in a jiffy. Not interested? Oh, well, if you insist. But we’re there!” He announced, with an exaggerated throw of his arm.
If he had not been practicing his hand at controlling his emotions for centuries, he could have groaned out loud at the choice his clan had made.
A construction of gleaming steel and shining, well-polished
With a sigh, the Undefeated One followed him. Joining a clan had definitely been a good idea. He had thought that speaking with other warriors instead of fighting them might help, and it did. In a way.
Their preferred topics of conversations bored him, and their social intrigues were just about awkward enough to actually hurt.
Sometimes, it was even hurt enough to make him forget.
“I would drive over in the car, a lovely classic Volkswagen Beetle; did you see it? But unfortunately I don’t believe it was made for your, ah, muscular frames. You might be a little too big to fit inside, so, I guess we’re stuck with walking. Don’t worry, it isn’t far…”
Sorry guys, real life kept getting in the way; I had been procrastinating a lot, and let's just say they caught up with me all at once. Will complete it in 2 hours.
The Undefeated One decided to do what he had not done in aeons; he switched off his hearing completely. It was a trick that he had learnt long ago to protect himself from his own voice. Never before, however, had he been forced to block a noise other than his roar.
But of course, the drone of the little man’s small-talk was almost as lethal as the shockwaves of his war cries.
How he missed the old times; they were harsh on him, true, but he missed them. The Undefeated One smiled; a rare and terrifying sight; as he reminisced the lost times.
The quiet street they walked on was becoming heated. The roads gradually strayed off into beaten dirt paths, and the occasional buildings on the sides turned into trees…
The gigantic hulking man was no more. In his place, the small boy ran, desperation fueling his spent and vainly protesting muscles as he powered through the underbrush, clutching the thieved eggs tightly to his chest.
Behind him, dozens of… creatures; for they were never given names; screamed and cried, their cruel clawed feet digging hard into the earth as they gave chase, crashing through the thin branches and leaves with impunity as they flapped their crude and featherless wings.
Toothed beaks snapped at his back; protruding roots tripped him and impeded his progress; and tough vines seemed to block every single path with conscious purpose. Yet, the bird-creatures behind him screeched and roared, and their shrill voices spurred him onwards, fear constantly powering his long-exhausted frame.
And then It appeared… the unnatural thing which thrice sought to take his life.
With a fiery roar that sent the bird creatures rushing back where they came from, the giant lizard crashed through the trees, fire burning in the pits of its eyes…
And then…
And then the annoying little man in the ugly suit rapped him on his knees, saying something that he couldn’t hear.
“…ust say that I’ve never seen anyone who could sleepwalk quite like you do, but I could recommend a good cure. Dr. Demmonds next door has a cure for anything, and he’d take care of your case in a jiffy. Not interested? Oh, well, if you insist. But we’re there!” He announced, with an exaggerated throw of his arm.
If he had not been practicing his hand at controlling his emotions for centuries, he could have groaned out loud at the choice his clan had made.
A construction of gleaming steel and shining, well-polished