• Last Seen: 8 yrs ago
  • Joined: 11 yrs ago
  • Posts: 125 (0.03 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. LastLfan 11 yrs ago

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

"Okay, hurry back," he called out as she left, then turned back to his wolf. As the meat was roasting over the flame he started reminiscing about his days in the village, it was something he had grown accustomed to as there was very little to do when roasting meat like that. "Huh," he said to himself, "bathtime," and he began to remember what it had like back then. On bath day all the kids in the village would go to the spring and splash around together. Then the parents would cone and help their kids get clean, everyone looked forward to it. He laughed a little as he remembered a tip he took with his mother to a nearby village on bath day. When he arrived at the house he was staying at he had assumed there was a group bath in a spring just like his village, but he quickly found out otherwise and was told most places don't
Have a group bath. He laughed a little more as he realized just how silly he had been and then started taking the meat off and preparing it.
He looked at the bloody beast and instead of seeing a ferocious monster trying to kill his only friend he saw what she saw in the beast, food. After salivating for a moment over the tantalizing meal he picked up the carcass and threw it up onto his shoulder and began lugging the beast back to the cave. "I can't wait to cook this up, I haven't had a meal this good in weeks," he said as they finally entered the cave. He took the former pack leader over to a small fire pit and set it down next to some stones. He grabbed two sticks and began to light the kindling. As a slow flame began to build he took the carcass and began to skin it over a a large basin. When he began to skewer the flesh he looked over to Rosemary and shouted out, "there is a tub a couple chambers to the left, there should be a bucket next to it, you can fill it up from the spring in there and wash off if you want," and then continued roasting the wolf.
He looked at the beautiful girl that had literally fallen from the skies to him, her hair flowing in the wind framing her magnificent face. "Of course I'll help you, come on let's go get it," and with that the pair began their march down the mountain. They were able to slide down in some parts as it was much smoother. After a few minutes they reached the bottom and began the hike to the tree. When the pair areived they saw the pack leader lying on the ground, dead from earlier, the bite marks still visible from their fight. "Let's keep going," he said shuffling her around the wolf carcass. As they kept walking Gryson suddenly tripped. He looked back at what he had tripped on and saw a satchel lying there. "Ow," he said, "would that happen to be your bag,"
His face flooded with relief that she would stay with him. His tears turning into those of passion now to start a new life for them. "Thank you, it means the world to finally have a friend," he said. The gears in his head began clicking away though, as he pondered just how they would make a town on a mountain. "I have an idea," he said, "what if it was a small town, just the two of us. Think about it, the cave could be our inn where we each have rooms. We can each find someway to work then trade with each other. We can make this work just the two of us I know we can. It won't be easy, us having to adjust to each other, but it will work." He said fully believing every word of it. "It's getting kinda late," he said, "we should probably head back," he stood up and offered to help her up and saw she was still covered in dirt and dry blood. "When we get back to the cave I'll show you where you can wash up,then we can get some rest, its been quite the day."
When her eyes locked onto his, he felt calmer somehow, like he had known her his whole life. He took a deep breath and began his story, "you see, I'm a cave goblin, from the village of dorgashon. It...it was a happy place, a good place. Good people, good food, just a good life, but dark, always dark in the caves, only torches to light our way. Noone thought that was bad, it was how we always lived, and it didn't cause any trouble, or at least, not until the darkness came. We didn't notice at first, the caves getting darker and darker each day till one day, when i was out with my watcher, the light came. It was a bright blinding light, every began being swallowed up by the darkness, unaware of what was happening due to the temporary blindness. My watcher looked at me and told me to run, run and never look back,"

As he spoke tears began rushing down his face. "Please Rosemary," he said, "don't go back there. Stay here with me, we can build our own town, and be safe, the darkness won't hurt us here."
He felt her soft skin grab his arm and blushed just a little, "was this normal where she's from?" He thought. He followed her outside and they turned around and looked at the mountain above them. They began to scale its craggy face and with each agonizing step they crept closer to the darkness. When they finally reached the top they saw out in the distance a blanketing darkness that covered the shore. "Sit down, I-I need to tell you something about my past," he said sitting down
"Well, there used to only be one hammock, then you got here, just finished building it," he said. He surveye the room proudly looking at what he had built in the cave. "Wait," he said, "did you say, the darkness?" he asked, his eyes going wide at the thought of the darkness. At first no one had thought anything of it, it was always dark in the cave so noone noticed that it had gotten slightly darker. That is until, the children started vanishing, and the crack of light. A bright flash that enveloped the whole village. The light blinded the goblins and they all ran and hid. His mother looked at him as best she could through the light and told him to run, run and never look back. "Run," he whispered. "And never look back,"
Gryson blinked in astonishment, both of this girl and being touched. "What a long and fancy name," he thought, "could she be part of the 'royals' i heard about in stories as a kid." "Well," he said, "I'm gryson, the hungry, of...well...here," he said spreading his arms wide to gesture the radiant cave. "Come to think of it," he said, "I have no idea where 'here' is, but its home," and he meant it, it had been a long time since he had been forced out of his home. 'Here' really was home. "I don't really get visitors here though, what were you doing out there?"
He tugged on a vine, and fastened it to the rock glistening next to him. He stepped back and looked at his handiwork. A perfect hammock streched across the rocks parralel to where the other one was. What a day it had been. He went from just trying to entertain himself for the umpteenth day in a row and now he had someone he had to protect, a friend. He thought back to what it had been like to have friends back in the village, but the memories were bleak and distant now. It had been 7 years since he left, only a few details remained in his mind. Just seeing another person again felt like a new experience. He looked over and saw that the beautiful young girl had awoken. He slowly went over and knelt down next to her his eyes growing wider as the anticipation of finally having a friend grew and grew. "Hi," he said, "I'm gryson. Are you okay?"
He kept from his cave and bolted through the woods, the crunching of fallen tree limbs beneath his feet like that of a Calvary marching into battle. His worn and ragged sanders fell from his feet as he ran, after only a slight wince of pain his calloused feet quickly adjusted to the feeling. "That scream sounded human," he thought, "or at least an elf or another goblin perhap," as he ran he heard a howling and saw wolves snarling at a body lying on the ground. "NO THEY CAN'T KILL HER!" He screamed as he charged towards the wolves, not out of care for the girl, but the fact she was the first rational being he had seen in years. He got near the wolves and arched his back to howl at them. At first just the pack leader looked away from the tasty morsel of flesh in front of them, but then the rest followed suit and saw the goblin sitting there, not looking like them by any means, but somehow feeling like one of them. When the whole pack had focused their attention on him he leapt at the pack leader and ripped at the nape of his neck. As the sheer black wolf was stained crimson with his own blood the rest of the pack looked at this horrifying beast that had just murdered their leader. He snarled at them with his bloodstained teeth and they began to whimper and turned and ran. The goblin picked up the girl and cradled her in his arms. She was young, probably about the same age as him. She was definitely hurt, but alive. He smiled at the beautiful girl and carried her back to his cave, happy to finally have a friend.
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet