If he used breath of the wind then he'd have better odds, but he doesn't have much of a reason to do that right now so that sounds about right. It also 0robably wouldn't have helped much anyway. She might end up having to dig through his clothes a bit though.
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The teenage beastman's statement was met by an expression of bafflement, as much as could be depicted by the low emotional range that Mougin's face possessed. The confusion was plain on his face, nonetheless.
"No, I am not in possession of your back..." He said in befuddlement.
If a 'back' could be said to belong to anyone, then surely one's back would be in the possession of one's self. A human witticism, perhaps? If so, the meaning eluded him at the current moment. In addition to that, the youth made mention of 'kicking their asses'... If this beastman wished to fight the 3 other youths across the street then this would indeed be a sound tactical decision. One's behind was usually a weak point, after all, and attacks from that direction were difficult to defend against.
Ah, Mougin whispered, as he was hit with a sudden burst of enlightenment. This youth had expressed his desire to strike his enemies from the back - therefore, when he asked Mougin if he 'got his back', he was in fact asking him to ensure that his own tactic wasn't used against him. Mougin nodded to himself, content with his reasoning, but tilted his head as he continued thinking. Why had this youth asked him this? Surely it would be wiser to pick someone more familiar to themselves to protect them. He mulled it over for a moment or two, but couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer. This wasn't a situation he had encountered in his life. If so, Mougin could only ask one question.
"...Why?"
Well, it probably wouldn't hurt to ask, right?
"No, I am not in possession of your back..." He said in befuddlement.
If a 'back' could be said to belong to anyone, then surely one's back would be in the possession of one's self. A human witticism, perhaps? If so, the meaning eluded him at the current moment. In addition to that, the youth made mention of 'kicking their asses'... If this beastman wished to fight the 3 other youths across the street then this would indeed be a sound tactical decision. One's behind was usually a weak point, after all, and attacks from that direction were difficult to defend against.
Ah, Mougin whispered, as he was hit with a sudden burst of enlightenment. This youth had expressed his desire to strike his enemies from the back - therefore, when he asked Mougin if he 'got his back', he was in fact asking him to ensure that his own tactic wasn't used against him. Mougin nodded to himself, content with his reasoning, but tilted his head as he continued thinking. Why had this youth asked him this? Surely it would be wiser to pick someone more familiar to themselves to protect them. He mulled it over for a moment or two, but couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer. This wasn't a situation he had encountered in his life. If so, Mougin could only ask one question.
"...Why?"
Well, it probably wouldn't hurt to ask, right?
My bad, that was me misreading. I can change it if it'll be more convenient for you, it doesn't really make a difference to me
Mougin nodded gravely.
"Thank you." He said.
Food was precious, even in the land of the giants, but wisdom was even more precious. Especially to this young minotaur so far from home. He swept the remaining coins from the counter into his traveller's bag before taking the sack from the shopkeeper's hand. With that, he was gone.
The sky was darkening as Mougin walked down the street, reflecting on his experiences. It had been one thing to hear about human society, but it was quite another to experience it for himself. There was much to reflect on. For example - money. 5 coins he had lost, for one meal. He had 15 coins left, another 3 meals perhaps. More, if he rationed what he had already received. Perhaps more, perhaps less, it was difficult to tell. Was what he received typical for the price he had paid? The heft of the bag showed there was quite a bit in it, and if he disciplined himself, he believed he could make it last for a few more meals yet. But how was the quality?
Mougin opened the sack and took out one of the foodstuffs. It smelled of fruit but was golden brown, like bread. A pastry, that was what humans called it. It smelled quite divine, but things were not always as they seemed. He brought it to his mouth and bit down. The minotaur stood there in shock. In the darkening sky another firework exploded, mirroring his state of mind. He absentmindedly swallowed the treat, and looked down into the sack. Rationing this food would be very difficult.
Mougin stood there on the street corner, slowly munching on one pastry after another, oblivious to the fact that he had unconsciously walked to a much quieter part of the city. There were only a scant few wandering the streets here, and only the distant sound of merriment broke the silence. That, and the sound of crunchy baked treats being crushed between his teeth.
"Thank you." He said.
Food was precious, even in the land of the giants, but wisdom was even more precious. Especially to this young minotaur so far from home. He swept the remaining coins from the counter into his traveller's bag before taking the sack from the shopkeeper's hand. With that, he was gone.
The sky was darkening as Mougin walked down the street, reflecting on his experiences. It had been one thing to hear about human society, but it was quite another to experience it for himself. There was much to reflect on. For example - money. 5 coins he had lost, for one meal. He had 15 coins left, another 3 meals perhaps. More, if he rationed what he had already received. Perhaps more, perhaps less, it was difficult to tell. Was what he received typical for the price he had paid? The heft of the bag showed there was quite a bit in it, and if he disciplined himself, he believed he could make it last for a few more meals yet. But how was the quality?
Mougin opened the sack and took out one of the foodstuffs. It smelled of fruit but was golden brown, like bread. A pastry, that was what humans called it. It smelled quite divine, but things were not always as they seemed. He brought it to his mouth and bit down. The minotaur stood there in shock. In the darkening sky another firework exploded, mirroring his state of mind. He absentmindedly swallowed the treat, and looked down into the sack. Rationing this food would be very difficult.
Mougin stood there on the street corner, slowly munching on one pastry after another, oblivious to the fact that he had unconsciously walked to a much quieter part of the city. There were only a scant few wandering the streets here, and only the distant sound of merriment broke the silence. That, and the sound of crunchy baked treats being crushed between his teeth.
Hajime Sakaurazaki
Hajime Sakurazaki was new to Mephistos', but vowed to make new friends, or at least allies, among the students there while hiding his Ungifted status. Despite the confidence that the young warrior had gained over the past few years, he still knew that outing himself as an Ungifted was bad. So he went over to the nearest student and said, "Greetings. My name is Hajime and I am a new student. Can you show me around the school? I can pay if you want."
The Nitta Clan had funded his trip and associated expenses, after all.
The lanky, black haired teen he'd called out to turned to him with an annoyed frown. His bored eyes drifted up and down, looking, judging. But when their eyes met, a spark of interest flashed in the teen's eyes. After a brief pause, he spoke.
"You a freshman? Guess it's not too late to start now, but you're a bit late to the party." He said, a playful smile creeping onto his face. "Well, whatever. I don't really want to get wrapped up in this, but..."
He took a coin out of his pocket.
"Heads or tails?"
Hajime nodded and said, "I feel lucky. Tails."
He was already taking this teen's measure, asking, "What is your name?"
"Duke."
He flicked the coin into the air, catching it halfway down and slapping it onto the back of his hand. Lifting it slowly revealed...
"Tails. Guess you are lucky today." He said.
Duke turned away from the boy and began making his way down the hallway, calling to him as he did.
"Come on, and be quick about it. If your luck holds out, you'll make it out of this in one piece."
"I have a sword," Hajime said as he followed Duke, all the while holding his katana on his belt. "Your school does not restrict the carrying of weapons much, I noticed. Isn't your country strict about those?"
The teen shrugged.
"Mephisto's is like its own country anyway. And besides, whether they see it or not, they can't stop us from having them."
Even this early in the morning there were some students roaming the halls, some with weapons visible and some without, though, that wasn't to say the latter weren't armed. Doubtless they had some kind of hidden weapon or powerful gift, ready and primed to fight, should the need arise. Notably, armed or no, most students avoided Duke, moving out of the way of the lanky youth as he loped down the hallway, some giving him dirty looks as he passed by.
He stopped just before one of the rooms, clearly an important one judging by the size of the door.
"This is the faculty office. If you have any issues with classes, you go here. The teachers usually don't help you, but..." Duke shrugged. "It's probably better than asking anyone else."
Hajime smirked and said, "That is all right; I need teachers who'd look the other way, anyway."
Then he continued, "How much do you know about the students? I can pay extra if that costs money. Or maybe do you a favor if you need something heavy lifted..."
A hint that he had a strong Gift of his own, which was a lie.
Duke mirrored his smirk.
"You're pretty forward for a freshman, I like that. Lucky for you, you found got the right guy. I know anyone who is anyone around here, first years excepted. You know, new year and all that crap."
Their conversation was brought to a halt at the loud stomping of boots heading towards their direction. A tall, burly and ugly third year student halted his steps in front of them, with 2 impish second years trailing behind him.
"Speaking of crap."
He made no attempt to hide his voice, and the third year student's already unsightly face scrunched up into an unpleasant glare. Duke calmly smiled in return, prompting him to turn his attention to the new student. He stared him up and down, just like Duke had done a moment ago, but he ended his inspection with an arrogant grin.
"Listen up newbie, this ain't a middle school daycare anymore, this is Mephisto's. We don't get our moms to wipe our asses for us anymore. I'm feeling generous today so I'll give you a choice. Join my gang and I'll show you how things work around here. Better than running with this bastard." He said, turning another glare at Duke.
The lanky youth continued to smile. Hajime's response was simple and curt, "No."
His sword was drawn in a flash, reflecting the light of the sun from the windows straight at the bully leader, then. After that, he'd cut at the second years' tendons with a swift flurry of slashes. Steel met flesh, and blood splashed onto the hallway. The students jumped back in surprise, but it was too late then. The second years collapsed on the floor screaming, while the third year looked at Hajime in shock. A shallow cut appeared on his throat and began bleeding. A split second reaction had saved his life. Tension built as he stood on the floor, cold sweat trailing down his forehead.
Suddenly there was a light tapping on the ground, as Duke walked over and put his hand on Hajime's shoulder.
"Easy there, tiger. You're nice and decisive, I'm liking you better and better. But since you're new here, let me give you a freebie."
He looke down at the burly third year, derision in his eyes.
"This is Leroy Stone. He talks a big game, but he's not that hot. Halfway into first year he was a giftless loser, and after gaining a gift, he turned into a gifted loser. 3 years of losing and now he's here, bullying first years like you." He said.
Fury grew in Leroy's eyes as the insults continued, and anger compelled him to rise to his feet with a roar. A red light shone around his body, and he drew a knife. Even so, Duke didn't seem very impressed.
"That red stuff is his blessing. The angrier he is, the more hits he'll soak up. So instead of just being a douchebag, he's now a punching bag."
He slapped Hajime on the back.
"Don't kill him, ok? Things'll get real messy if you do."
Hajime nodded, then said, "I'll make this quick, then."
He drew back a little, then cut at Leroy's belt with his katana, hoping to replace the other teen's anger with embarrassment for obvious reasons... Leroy was completely unable to react. The red aura immediately faded and the burly youth grabbed his pants. He tried to pull them up but stumbled awkwardly when they dropped down again. Duke burst into laughter at the scene and Leroy turned red again, for a different reason this time. Their fight had attracted some inlookers who whispered amongst themselves. Leroy's eyes darted around as he wrestled with his pants. He glared at Hajime and Duke, red aura rising (though a lot flimsier than when it had first appeared).
"I'll get you back for this, you bastards!" He exclaimed before running away, leaving his 2 lackeys bleeding in the floor.
Hajime then looked at Duke and said, "So, continue on? By the way, I am not part of your gang or any gang; I already have a liege."
Duke laughed even harder at that. He seemed to find an endless source of amusement in this serious little freshman. He settled down after some time, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Let's get out of here first. If we get caught by the prefects it'll be real pain in the ass." He said to the boy.
The strange pair headed out of the building, towards the communal garden.
With a solid clunk, 2 cans of soda emerged from the vending machine. Duke took one and threw the other to Hajime, before cracking his open.
"That was a solid fight, newbie. Haven't seen something that funny in a long time." He said, taking a sip of his drink. "Anyway, just who was it that you're looking for?"
Hajime nodded as he accepted a can and drank, before saying, "A Saint Laurel's student. The Legitimate Emperor of Izumo, Ken Illustrious Ikari."
Duke thought for a moment.
"No one I know, though he sounds pretty famous. You know what he looks like?" He asked.
Hajime showed his smartphone and pulled up a picture of Ken in response.
"I heard he was involved in a public incident involving one Doctor Nightman."
At that, Duke's mouth curved into a twisted smile.
"Nightman, huh? That old bastard... Alright, colour me interested."
He gulped down the rest of his drink and crumpled his can before throwing it towards one of the nearby bins. It was overflowing, as usual, so the can bounced off the pile of trash sitting on the rim and fell to the ground.
"This is something I would've looked into anyway, so let's talk about payment later." He said to Hajime.
Hajime nodded and said, "Perfect."
"Great."
The black haired teen began to walk back into the main building, when he suddenly stopped and turned back.
"Oh right, I forgot. Mind if I ask you something else?"
Hajime nodded once more, asking, "What would that be?"
"...You're a killer, right?"
The boy's eyes glinted as he said, "I don't kill for fun or money or unless ordered by my liege, and even then he'll stop being my liege if he orders something extremely immoral."
The Samurai followed up with, "I can break legs, though."
Duke stared at him for a moment, and then sighed and turned away, as if disappointed by his response.
"You're a real straight shooter, huh? Really just up and admitted like that?" He said, walking to the place where his can had fallen.
He took it up with his foot and kicked it up to his hand.
"Don't say that to anyone else, you hear? From anyone else it sounds like a joke. But from you..." He said, shaking his head.
He pitched the can towards the bin once again, an emptier bin this time.
"We've got a little unspoken rule here at Mephisto's; we don't talk about things we don't need others to know, and if someone gets caught, we don't know them, and we won't help them."
He whirled around and pointed a finger at the young samurai.
"That means you need to learn some subtlety, unless you want the prefects breathing down your neck for the rest of your life. You get me?"
Hajime froze a bit, then nodded, saying, "I will at least learn to shade the truth."
Duke sighed. He didn't seem to place much faith in the stoic first year.
"Alright, I can work with this." He said, extending his hand to the boy for a handshake. "Let's have a good business relationship."
Hajime shook Duke's hand and smiled, saying, "Sure!"
Duke had a baffled expression at his upbeat response. It was turning out to be quite difficult for him to get a handle on Hajime's emotions.
"Anyway, you better follow me. First year classrooms are this way." He said, dropping the handshake and walking back towards the school building.
And so Hajime followed, having made a new potential ally...
@Letter Bee
Hajime Sakurazaki was new to Mephistos', but vowed to make new friends, or at least allies, among the students there while hiding his Ungifted status. Despite the confidence that the young warrior had gained over the past few years, he still knew that outing himself as an Ungifted was bad. So he went over to the nearest student and said, "Greetings. My name is Hajime and I am a new student. Can you show me around the school? I can pay if you want."
The Nitta Clan had funded his trip and associated expenses, after all.
The lanky, black haired teen he'd called out to turned to him with an annoyed frown. His bored eyes drifted up and down, looking, judging. But when their eyes met, a spark of interest flashed in the teen's eyes. After a brief pause, he spoke.
"You a freshman? Guess it's not too late to start now, but you're a bit late to the party." He said, a playful smile creeping onto his face. "Well, whatever. I don't really want to get wrapped up in this, but..."
He took a coin out of his pocket.
"Heads or tails?"
Hajime nodded and said, "I feel lucky. Tails."
He was already taking this teen's measure, asking, "What is your name?"
"Duke."
He flicked the coin into the air, catching it halfway down and slapping it onto the back of his hand. Lifting it slowly revealed...
"Tails. Guess you are lucky today." He said.
Duke turned away from the boy and began making his way down the hallway, calling to him as he did.
"Come on, and be quick about it. If your luck holds out, you'll make it out of this in one piece."
"I have a sword," Hajime said as he followed Duke, all the while holding his katana on his belt. "Your school does not restrict the carrying of weapons much, I noticed. Isn't your country strict about those?"
The teen shrugged.
"Mephisto's is like its own country anyway. And besides, whether they see it or not, they can't stop us from having them."
Even this early in the morning there were some students roaming the halls, some with weapons visible and some without, though, that wasn't to say the latter weren't armed. Doubtless they had some kind of hidden weapon or powerful gift, ready and primed to fight, should the need arise. Notably, armed or no, most students avoided Duke, moving out of the way of the lanky youth as he loped down the hallway, some giving him dirty looks as he passed by.
He stopped just before one of the rooms, clearly an important one judging by the size of the door.
"This is the faculty office. If you have any issues with classes, you go here. The teachers usually don't help you, but..." Duke shrugged. "It's probably better than asking anyone else."
Hajime smirked and said, "That is all right; I need teachers who'd look the other way, anyway."
Then he continued, "How much do you know about the students? I can pay extra if that costs money. Or maybe do you a favor if you need something heavy lifted..."
A hint that he had a strong Gift of his own, which was a lie.
Duke mirrored his smirk.
"You're pretty forward for a freshman, I like that. Lucky for you, you found got the right guy. I know anyone who is anyone around here, first years excepted. You know, new year and all that crap."
Their conversation was brought to a halt at the loud stomping of boots heading towards their direction. A tall, burly and ugly third year student halted his steps in front of them, with 2 impish second years trailing behind him.
"Speaking of crap."
He made no attempt to hide his voice, and the third year student's already unsightly face scrunched up into an unpleasant glare. Duke calmly smiled in return, prompting him to turn his attention to the new student. He stared him up and down, just like Duke had done a moment ago, but he ended his inspection with an arrogant grin.
"Listen up newbie, this ain't a middle school daycare anymore, this is Mephisto's. We don't get our moms to wipe our asses for us anymore. I'm feeling generous today so I'll give you a choice. Join my gang and I'll show you how things work around here. Better than running with this bastard." He said, turning another glare at Duke.
The lanky youth continued to smile. Hajime's response was simple and curt, "No."
His sword was drawn in a flash, reflecting the light of the sun from the windows straight at the bully leader, then. After that, he'd cut at the second years' tendons with a swift flurry of slashes. Steel met flesh, and blood splashed onto the hallway. The students jumped back in surprise, but it was too late then. The second years collapsed on the floor screaming, while the third year looked at Hajime in shock. A shallow cut appeared on his throat and began bleeding. A split second reaction had saved his life. Tension built as he stood on the floor, cold sweat trailing down his forehead.
Suddenly there was a light tapping on the ground, as Duke walked over and put his hand on Hajime's shoulder.
"Easy there, tiger. You're nice and decisive, I'm liking you better and better. But since you're new here, let me give you a freebie."
He looke down at the burly third year, derision in his eyes.
"This is Leroy Stone. He talks a big game, but he's not that hot. Halfway into first year he was a giftless loser, and after gaining a gift, he turned into a gifted loser. 3 years of losing and now he's here, bullying first years like you." He said.
Fury grew in Leroy's eyes as the insults continued, and anger compelled him to rise to his feet with a roar. A red light shone around his body, and he drew a knife. Even so, Duke didn't seem very impressed.
"That red stuff is his blessing. The angrier he is, the more hits he'll soak up. So instead of just being a douchebag, he's now a punching bag."
He slapped Hajime on the back.
"Don't kill him, ok? Things'll get real messy if you do."
Hajime nodded, then said, "I'll make this quick, then."
He drew back a little, then cut at Leroy's belt with his katana, hoping to replace the other teen's anger with embarrassment for obvious reasons... Leroy was completely unable to react. The red aura immediately faded and the burly youth grabbed his pants. He tried to pull them up but stumbled awkwardly when they dropped down again. Duke burst into laughter at the scene and Leroy turned red again, for a different reason this time. Their fight had attracted some inlookers who whispered amongst themselves. Leroy's eyes darted around as he wrestled with his pants. He glared at Hajime and Duke, red aura rising (though a lot flimsier than when it had first appeared).
"I'll get you back for this, you bastards!" He exclaimed before running away, leaving his 2 lackeys bleeding in the floor.
Hajime then looked at Duke and said, "So, continue on? By the way, I am not part of your gang or any gang; I already have a liege."
Duke laughed even harder at that. He seemed to find an endless source of amusement in this serious little freshman. He settled down after some time, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Let's get out of here first. If we get caught by the prefects it'll be real pain in the ass." He said to the boy.
The strange pair headed out of the building, towards the communal garden.
With a solid clunk, 2 cans of soda emerged from the vending machine. Duke took one and threw the other to Hajime, before cracking his open.
"That was a solid fight, newbie. Haven't seen something that funny in a long time." He said, taking a sip of his drink. "Anyway, just who was it that you're looking for?"
Hajime nodded as he accepted a can and drank, before saying, "A Saint Laurel's student. The Legitimate Emperor of Izumo, Ken Illustrious Ikari."
Duke thought for a moment.
"No one I know, though he sounds pretty famous. You know what he looks like?" He asked.
Hajime showed his smartphone and pulled up a picture of Ken in response.
"I heard he was involved in a public incident involving one Doctor Nightman."
At that, Duke's mouth curved into a twisted smile.
"Nightman, huh? That old bastard... Alright, colour me interested."
He gulped down the rest of his drink and crumpled his can before throwing it towards one of the nearby bins. It was overflowing, as usual, so the can bounced off the pile of trash sitting on the rim and fell to the ground.
"This is something I would've looked into anyway, so let's talk about payment later." He said to Hajime.
Hajime nodded and said, "Perfect."
"Great."
The black haired teen began to walk back into the main building, when he suddenly stopped and turned back.
"Oh right, I forgot. Mind if I ask you something else?"
Hajime nodded once more, asking, "What would that be?"
"...You're a killer, right?"
The boy's eyes glinted as he said, "I don't kill for fun or money or unless ordered by my liege, and even then he'll stop being my liege if he orders something extremely immoral."
The Samurai followed up with, "I can break legs, though."
Duke stared at him for a moment, and then sighed and turned away, as if disappointed by his response.
"You're a real straight shooter, huh? Really just up and admitted like that?" He said, walking to the place where his can had fallen.
He took it up with his foot and kicked it up to his hand.
"Don't say that to anyone else, you hear? From anyone else it sounds like a joke. But from you..." He said, shaking his head.
He pitched the can towards the bin once again, an emptier bin this time.
"We've got a little unspoken rule here at Mephisto's; we don't talk about things we don't need others to know, and if someone gets caught, we don't know them, and we won't help them."
He whirled around and pointed a finger at the young samurai.
"That means you need to learn some subtlety, unless you want the prefects breathing down your neck for the rest of your life. You get me?"
Hajime froze a bit, then nodded, saying, "I will at least learn to shade the truth."
Duke sighed. He didn't seem to place much faith in the stoic first year.
"Alright, I can work with this." He said, extending his hand to the boy for a handshake. "Let's have a good business relationship."
Hajime shook Duke's hand and smiled, saying, "Sure!"
Duke had a baffled expression at his upbeat response. It was turning out to be quite difficult for him to get a handle on Hajime's emotions.
"Anyway, you better follow me. First year classrooms are this way." He said, dropping the handshake and walking back towards the school building.
And so Hajime followed, having made a new potential ally...
@Letter Bee
I'll try to get a post out tomorrow, various things happened today
As the food truck vendor called out to him, Mougin couldn't help but stare at him as he thought to himself. The minotaur rested his chin on his fist as he paused to think. Then he paused to think some more, staring at the vendor all the while. It was most likely a casual question thrown out by this Tempum City native, but as a stranger to the human world, it was one he had to consider carefully. After a long pause, he finally came to his answer.
"Yes." He said, the brevity of his words serving as a stark contrast to the long period of silence that preceded it.
When he thought about it, the question that was asked was fairly common, even back in his home village. His siblings, neighbours, and cousins would ask him something similar when he joined them on their hunts. Yet this man was neither a sibling, neighbour, or cousin. So why did they address him in such familiar terms? And the enticing smell that wafted through the air... As Mougin pondered, he realized more and more that, even though it seemed to be completely different, the situation was beginning to resemble a trap. Baited like a mere beast, he had fortunately stopped before the rope had tightened around his neck. And yet, it seemed like he would be forced to fall into the snare regardless. He, like all living creatures, required food. And the man in front of him seemed to sell something that was somewhat familiar to him. It would be a risk to eat anywhere else.
He had finally divulged the truth of the matter. The man in front of him, while projecting a friendly facade, was a fiendishly skilled hunter of beings such as himself. An experienced trapper that set a truly irresistable bait in front of him, daring mougin to step into his snare. The minotaur lumbered to the front of the food cart and slowly brought his fist to the counter, opening his fist and dropping his entire fortune - the 20 gold coins he had bartered so hard for - onto the countertop. It was a reward to the shrewd hunter, for managing to catch him so cleverly.
"Please." He added, for that was, apparently, the custom in human society.
@Balthazar007
"Yes." He said, the brevity of his words serving as a stark contrast to the long period of silence that preceded it.
When he thought about it, the question that was asked was fairly common, even back in his home village. His siblings, neighbours, and cousins would ask him something similar when he joined them on their hunts. Yet this man was neither a sibling, neighbour, or cousin. So why did they address him in such familiar terms? And the enticing smell that wafted through the air... As Mougin pondered, he realized more and more that, even though it seemed to be completely different, the situation was beginning to resemble a trap. Baited like a mere beast, he had fortunately stopped before the rope had tightened around his neck. And yet, it seemed like he would be forced to fall into the snare regardless. He, like all living creatures, required food. And the man in front of him seemed to sell something that was somewhat familiar to him. It would be a risk to eat anywhere else.
He had finally divulged the truth of the matter. The man in front of him, while projecting a friendly facade, was a fiendishly skilled hunter of beings such as himself. An experienced trapper that set a truly irresistable bait in front of him, daring mougin to step into his snare. The minotaur lumbered to the front of the food cart and slowly brought his fist to the counter, opening his fist and dropping his entire fortune - the 20 gold coins he had bartered so hard for - onto the countertop. It was a reward to the shrewd hunter, for managing to catch him so cleverly.
"Please." He added, for that was, apparently, the custom in human society.
@Balthazar007
It was a very special day in Tempum city. The day of peace, the day of festivities, the day when fathers and brothers returned home, a very happy day. The city had been decorated in kind, bright coloured decorations adorning every building, and there was merriment on every face. It happened every year, of course, but the people enjoyed it all the same, for it was one thing that made their lives worth living. Not that he knew anything about that, but he was enjoying it all the same.
Mougin stood on a street corner, staring at the festive scenery around him with shining eyes. The wanderer had told him of human cities, but he had never imagined that they would be so dazzling. From the smooth and flat ground beneath him, to the humans arrayed in colourful clothes that walked on it, up to the buildings that seemed to pierce the sky, and even higher still, to the brilliant explosions of colour that scattered light across the heavens. It was pure magic to the young beast-man, and it utterly mesmerised him. He felt as if he could simply look at it all forever...
Suddenly, he felt a bump against his lower body. He looked down and saw that a human, holding a bottle with that exuded a strong scent, had bumped into him. The human slowly dragged their gaze upwards, analyzing the massive furry wall that had blocked their path, before meeting Mougin's curious eyes. He saw befuddlement in them, and a hint of annoyance.
"Apologies." He rumbled.
The bulky minotaur moved away from the street corner, displacing other onlookers as he eased himself out of the crowd. Try as he might, it was difficult for someone with such a large frame to not get in the way. And indeed, he had been having quite a lot of trouble - after all, he was in a city built for humans, not beastmen. With that in mind, it was even more amazing that he was not gaining more attention. Some humans gave him a look, but they would usually turn away sooner or later. He had even seen other beastmen out in the open, though he had not seen any tribes he was familiar with. It was an amazing city, and so far, it was better than he had ever expected it to be. Mougin wanted nothing more than to point himself in any direction and keep walking until he could walk no more. However, his stomach disagreed.
It rumbled now, violently, and the minotaur was reminded of why he was here. It had been quite some time since he last ate, and the boat ride had not been kind to him. Mougin opened his hand and 20 golden coins clinked on his palm. The wanderer had told him that these were absolutely necessary to survive in human cities. He was used to bartering for food, but humans did things differently. Since he had bartered for these gold coins from the sea captain, he had some idea of what they were worth, but he was unsure of what he could really buy. Nevertheless, he clenched his hand and began sniffing the air. He turned his head this way and that way, trying to find the most appetizing scent. He caught the familiar scent of fruit coming from a certain direction and headed towards that direction. There were many things catching his eye, but his stomach compelled him, insisting this as the most important task. And Mougin agreed. After all, he would not be able to enjoy Tempum city if he starved to death.
Mougin stood on a street corner, staring at the festive scenery around him with shining eyes. The wanderer had told him of human cities, but he had never imagined that they would be so dazzling. From the smooth and flat ground beneath him, to the humans arrayed in colourful clothes that walked on it, up to the buildings that seemed to pierce the sky, and even higher still, to the brilliant explosions of colour that scattered light across the heavens. It was pure magic to the young beast-man, and it utterly mesmerised him. He felt as if he could simply look at it all forever...
Suddenly, he felt a bump against his lower body. He looked down and saw that a human, holding a bottle with that exuded a strong scent, had bumped into him. The human slowly dragged their gaze upwards, analyzing the massive furry wall that had blocked their path, before meeting Mougin's curious eyes. He saw befuddlement in them, and a hint of annoyance.
"Apologies." He rumbled.
The bulky minotaur moved away from the street corner, displacing other onlookers as he eased himself out of the crowd. Try as he might, it was difficult for someone with such a large frame to not get in the way. And indeed, he had been having quite a lot of trouble - after all, he was in a city built for humans, not beastmen. With that in mind, it was even more amazing that he was not gaining more attention. Some humans gave him a look, but they would usually turn away sooner or later. He had even seen other beastmen out in the open, though he had not seen any tribes he was familiar with. It was an amazing city, and so far, it was better than he had ever expected it to be. Mougin wanted nothing more than to point himself in any direction and keep walking until he could walk no more. However, his stomach disagreed.
It rumbled now, violently, and the minotaur was reminded of why he was here. It had been quite some time since he last ate, and the boat ride had not been kind to him. Mougin opened his hand and 20 golden coins clinked on his palm. The wanderer had told him that these were absolutely necessary to survive in human cities. He was used to bartering for food, but humans did things differently. Since he had bartered for these gold coins from the sea captain, he had some idea of what they were worth, but he was unsure of what he could really buy. Nevertheless, he clenched his hand and began sniffing the air. He turned his head this way and that way, trying to find the most appetizing scent. He caught the familiar scent of fruit coming from a certain direction and headed towards that direction. There were many things catching his eye, but his stomach compelled him, insisting this as the most important task. And Mougin agreed. After all, he would not be able to enjoy Tempum city if he starved to death.
Alright, there we are. I'll try to get a post out today or tomorrow, but probably tomorrow. I'll be a bit busy today.
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