“… Mom?” Mika squinted a bit, trying to place the woman in front of her. As she got closer, I noticed why her stomach was bulging. I could hear a second heartbeat. I held Tristian’s arm a bit tighter. Something about this situation worried me. Humes were particularly attached to their clothes. They held their
Shortly after the dawn on the second straight day of walking, we came to a clearing. Off to one side , we could see walls, much like what Angry Food and Tristain had built, but with the fallen trees standing upright instead of on their sides. These walls also had some sort of structure on
“Huh?!” Food looked at me dumbfounded. Tristain had a worried look on his face. “I’m afraid you’d accidentally kill me.” That was nonsense, he is the food source. No sense in killing that. “Let’s just get going to the nearest village… I don’t want to live here with two very… disturbing… ug, let’s
I kept looking around, checking my back and my front, then played with the knots on my hips. To be fair, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just weird. Also, it tickled a bit. I followed the top edges around my hips again. It was strange, and I was frustrated. “Foooood, ah, erm, Tristaaaaaaaaain… this
It was the middle of the night, moonless as it had been for so many countless cycles. I remember when there once was a moon, it was the prettiest thing in the dark sky. Those days were long gone, however. Now, there weren’t even stars, just a dull glow from the shell above us. It
I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I feel so energized and full! It’s been ages since I last felt as nice. Surely Food and Food Source are safe. They tell me to use their names, but they are so hard to remember. Mika and Tristain? So complicated. Food just makes so much
Author’s Note: Hey guys, usually this would be at the bottom, but as you know I’ve been on hiatus for a while (Longer than expected) and this is the first chapter in a long time. I’m looking into improving the stat calculation for Taki, as at the moment it will be ridiculous to calculate. Please
“Che. Ow, ow ow.” I watched Tristain rub his crimson cheek with his good hand and stood up uneasily, trying not to jostle his injuries. He walked over to the Lillia Tree, and stroked one of her branches. He felt the bark’s smooth texture, with his fingers, evaluating it, before commenting. “Huh. Odd.”
“Food, I need to rest now. When Tristain wakes, have him give me more ice.” Lilia yawned, and walked over to a small spot where dappled light shone through the trees. She smiled at me, thrusted an arm and a leg into the air, balancing on one foot. Her skin slowly unwrapped into leaflets,