"Blood Bond"
Desperation and the sheer amount of blood exchanged between you help the skill activate on your first try this time, tearing through you into the desperate hungry creature wrapped around your neck. It leaves you emptier than before, drifting for one brief and terrifying moment as the alien thoughts at the other end of the offered bond consider. Even with comprehension you can barely grasp the factors it weighs. Hunger, growth, soft sunlight and fertile red soil. Risk, danger, fire and cutting and constant movement. You let the vine coil tighter around you, choking the last gasps of your life. Acceptance; the circle completes itself.
And everything that poured out of you and more rushes back in. You feel yourself growing flexible, limbs dissolving into twisting boneless vines, veins stretching into networks of roots able to rebuild you from the smallest surviving speck. Simultaneously you feel harder, compact, immovable. You can feel Autumn changing, melding, becoming more like a flower even as the vine becomes more like you.
The unsettling, agonizing sensation of two opposing natures as one gradually fades. You clench and unclench your hands, marveling at the fact that you're human; joints and bone and blood. Gently you run a finger along the length of your newest family member, careful to avoid any of its delicate crimson flowers. Gently you pull it away from your neck and set it down on the ground. Your clothing is positively soaked, but at least you don't seem to be bleeding any more.
The vine is decidedly snakelike. Its main body is only a little thinner than your arm and perhaps twice as long. Countless Fragile twigs and tendrils extend outward from the central body, none more than several inches long or thicker than a finger. Seven petaled flowers blossom across its length in all shades of crimson. Despite the fact that the creature has no eyes or mouth, a pair of quiet gray flowers amidst the red and green give one end the pretense of a head. Methodically it coils into a circle and raises its head into the air like a serpent rising from the ground. It brushes your hand affectionately, then wraps around your arm and winds around and upwards, heedless of its broken petals and the fact that it's leaving you dangerously unbalanced.
"Heavy! Too heavy. Carry yourself." Your protests merit only a comforting nudge on the cheek as the vine settles. Autumn growls a little at his junior stealing Autumn's resting place, but the vine pays your kitten no mind at all.
"Oh fine, just this once, but this isn't going to happen."
Permission is rewarded with a dozen flowers blooming in joy.
Anyway, you could keep hunting, but you're feeling a little dizzy and you don't want to waste a potion if you don't have to.
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"Hmm, no fox again today! Well then, a few questions!" Oddly, the Idiot's the only one who greets you as you enter the inn. There are plenty of servants around, but even Winter Breeze is just staring at you oddly. How is the idiot still drunk?
"What, err, how may this servant help the young master?" You're not sure if the room's swaying because you're wobbling around carrying a too-heavy pet, or because you refuse to waste an expensive potion when you can just walk back.
"Whose blood is all that covering you?"
You glance downwards at yourself. There's more than a little red. "Probably mine?" You fight back a yawn, and the desire to fall down here and let everything fade to sweet darkness.
"Oh, well, I guess it's not a problem if it's yours... What's with the necklace?"
"It's cute, B ranked and the poor thing was so hungry it snuck up and tried to eat me; so, I tamed it!"
No one seems to muster up a response tot hat.
"Just because I'm from the slums doesn't mean... doesn't mean I can't like flowers you know!" Well, you've never paid them that much mind before, but they're growing on you a bit.
The Idiot nods as if what you're saying is the most sensible thing in the world.
"Last question, you do realize it's sucking your blood right?" He points down to your chest where a bit of blood
You stare down at your neck, then glance down your top where the plant's extended a few tiny vines to siphon off blood where you couldn't see.
"Bad flower. Bad!"
The tendrils sheepishly pull away and the little glutton wilts in pitiable shame.
"Nope, not falling for it. I need most of that blood. Don't give me that look." Two brilliant gray flowers stare up at you, the picture of innocence, "Well Autumn may beg a lot and turn traitor for a dried fish," your cat huffs indignantly, "but he almost never attacks me without permission and he never just drinks my blood."
Autumn gives a soft purr filled with smug superiority. Your vine droops low, the head retreating appropriately abashed.
"Good, now I think I'm going to..." the room tilts sideways, and there really is a lot of blood where the vine stopped sucking just now. Ah, it's so nice and dark.
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The devil laughs and howls and dances with the storm. His voice is the screaming wind itself; his feet strike the earth as thunder; his blade crashes down, swift as lightning and just as lethal.
Today they brought forces worth an army, enough to hunt a true monster. But monsters don't think, don't plan. They can be predicted, guessed, tricked. An army this small isn't enough. But still, not even the devil should find it this easy. The devil, despite its laughter and screams, seems relaxed, utterly at peace as if it was enjoying a pleasant stroll.
A kinder beast might grant such poor desperate enemies a few last words, a moment to realize their own failings, or a chance to make their peace with death. But the devil doesn't care at all for the lives and deaths of such small souls.
A few are are different: wolves hiding amongst the sheep. A pyromancer reveals herself to set the devil aflame, turning his arm to ash for the few moments it takes the devil to heal. A guardian blocks one blow, then another, then a third without dying. An assassin manages to escape his sight almost long enough to escape. To these talents, the devil extends a moment of respect. Instead of killing, he crushes. Dozens of skills activate as one, enhancing the same attack in a way that shouldn't be possible. There is nothing sudden or fierce about such attacks. A sword flickers forward and a dozen yards behind the devil, the pyromancer falls, her throat slashed open with utter precision.
Finally the last warrior fades, never quite understanding what beast they provoked, and the forest is silent, save for the devil's gentle humming and the fading pitter-patter of a quieting storm.
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It's dark and quiet when you wake up and you're not sure what time it is. A glance around reveals that you've actually beaten Autumn awake for once. The cat's plopped down on a bed of flowers, head to toe, silently chewing on a piece of vine trapped below him.
Shakily your vine extends a tendril toward you, begging for help. "Hmph, you have four levels on him. He can't bully you at all if you don't let him, and I'm still mad at you for before, no matter how hungry you are."
The branch dries and crackles away. You only last a few more minutes before you crawl over and wrap your arms around both kitten and snake.
"No blood sucking, got it?"
The plant's head bobs up and down in response. You mostly trust it this time.
For a while you lie there, listening to the sounds of the rain on the inn's roof, enjoying the warmth of Autumn's fur and the soothing fragrance of your newest companion's petals.
Eventually Autumn cracks an eye open, stares at you for a little bit and takes a swipe at your nose as if to say that crawling into bed with you is his job not the reverse. You let the kitten go and rise up to follow the little king. You guessed someone must have bathed you and cast a few healing skills since you're a lot less blood-stained and a lot steadier on your feet than yesterday.
The young master's just entering the inn as you head downstairs. He's soaked in rain and mud from head to toe and clutching a strange stick a good deal taller than he is.
"Oh, good morning!" he pauses to crack open another drink and down it in a single swallow, "Anyway, one of the scouts I brought with us was saying that something dangerous happened a bit deeper in the woods and it looked really flashy! So catch the fox today and we'll leave in the night."
You frown, "But..."
The Idiot's face goes oddly serious for a moment, before blooming back to a drunken smile, "You found a new pet, and it's probably a pretty good fit since you both seem so obsessed with food," someday he'll pay for that, "So we won't be able to get you another bond anyway for a while, so that means it's time to be lazy again! It'd be good if you find a fox, but the princess is just a spoiled brat anyway," like he can talk," and it's fine to fail if you're still leveling up."
You're not sure if he's disappointed or pleased at this outcome. Still, you're not happy at the thought of coming here, running around in the forest for days and then just giving up.
You'll find one today for sure! Even if you have to change up your tactics.
What do you name your new pet?
[ ] Mountain Peak Blossom
[ ] Fragrant Ruby
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It's your last chance. How do you go about things?
[ ] Ask the adventurers to help
[ ] Set some kind of trap (Give details)
[ ] Just wander around like before
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