Dreams of ConquestListening intently to Grandpa Goblins story, Zectoll munched on his portion of wolf meat with haste, his eyes wide and gleaming. His imagination began to run wild, visions of a huge monstrous wolf with blood drenched fangs and a shimmering noir coat, racing through the shadows of the forest delivering death upon those who would oppose its rule upon the mountaintop and devouring the life of the various beasts of prey to be found within its domain. The visions both frightened and excited him. His spirit was renewed though, as Grandpa Goblin had fed him just as the elder had done when he was but a mere infant. Though the morsel imparted unto him this time was not of plant nor animal flesh, but of knowledge, food for the mind.
Zectoll rose to his feet, his stone tipped hunting spear grasped tightly at his side.
Thank you, Grandpa. I now know what path I must take. The path of Conquest Conquest.The word had sprung into his mind like lightning during a storm. He would face his fear, build his strength, ascend the mountain to the north and conquer it, usurping the mantle of King from this Great Wolf. Though such a feat was far from his grasp at the current moment, he knew with hard work and determination, he could reach this goal. Why else would the Elder Goblin share this tale with him, if such a goal was impossible to achieve.
Zectoll bowed to the Elder Goblin, and then made his way out of the cave, remembering that Lomen had said something about going out to hunt again. Zectoll had barely heard his brother speak, so enraptured was he by the tales of Grandpa. It appeared to him that Kishi had gone as well. Zectoll was alone again. He knew what he must do. The process to defeating the King of the Wolves was simple. He would need to learn more skills and develop them. He would also need better equipment. Finally, he would need to eat and grow bigger and stronger. All of these steps could be accomplished by going out and defeating the various beasts of the forest.
Zectoll decided that he would start off small, since he was alone. It was apparent to him that both Kishi and Lomen had each killed horned rabbits on their own, each having a deadly horn as a testament to such a fact. Both also had pelts in which to cover themselves. Zectoll looked down at the dirty rags that encircled his groin.
Not good enough. Zectoll said to himself as he stood at the mouth of the cave. Stone spear in hand Zectoll made his way into the forest, making sure to be as quiet as possible. His eyes were focused, as he searched for his intended prey, Horned Rabbit. Deciding he wouldn't stray far from the cave, Zectoll looked for a berry bush. He planned to hide near such a bush, in hopes of ambushing a Horned rabbit. He hoped one with a large horn would come.
The Larger the horn, the deadlier the weapon Zectoll thought to himself as he imagined the type of weapon a large rabbit horn could become.