Chapter #4fox person. by: Unknown While you were still very much intent on restoring your humanity and manhood you SUPPOSE things could've been worse all things considering (proceeds to knock on wood). Being a fox person with your heightened hunting senses, quick feet, and warm coat made you inherently rather useful, something that separated you from the lesser animals and cattle. For the better part of year you'd been working for your ma-... EMPLOYER Saulhan, a big game hunter and giant boar exterminator. Your sharp ears, keen eyes, and sensitive nose were all valuable assets to him and made his job much easier, something that he paid you handsomely (for an anthro) for. That being said you did notice that he gave you some... odd looks sometimes, and would occasionally attempt to hit on you though whenever you turned him down he passed it off as though he had just been joking.
While you had originally planned on simply tracking down the demon who had sent you after the gypsy and caused this mess in the first place, going so far as to gather reliable leads on his current whereabouts and the composition of his fortress's defenders after around six months you realized that your chances of slaying him were literally hopeless. Even if you somehow managed to defeat his entourage and defeat him in combat, no small miracle mind you, the best you could do is destroy his corporeal form, meaning he'd just reincarnate in a new body within a few years. You weren't sure if the curse would be lifted until he got back or if you'd remain trapped in this body during that time but neither option appealed to you. At the VERY LEAST you'd need a holy weapon, something that didn't come cheap especially since any self respecting priest would require a hefty bribe to bless a weapon for one of your kind and the likelihood of just stumbling upon such a weapon was slim. At the very least you'd need a holy weapon so you could actually destroy the demon's soul and lift the curse permanently. More realistically though you'd need a few blessed pieces of armor to better defend you from his magic and perhaps a retainer or two, though the only ones you'd be able to get in your current state would be anthros of lower social standing than you.
Anyway, that's why you'd been been working for your mas-... EMPLOYER Saulhan for a year, slowly accumulating wealth and stashing it away in a secret location where no one could find it save for you. You were actually nearing your first milestone, now only a month or two away from being able to have one of the less esteemed holy men bless your short sword and sling. Despite knowing that it was dumb to have such an attitude you couldn't help but feel... tentatively optimistic.
You caught its scent. After hours of scanning the forest alone, Saulhan having split up to cover more ground, you caught the scent of your next prey. Inhaling deeply you give off a piercing series of high pitched yips, hoping that mast-... YOUR BOSS was in earshot before sprinting towards the scent. While you should really wait for his arrival, giant boar being a rather hard creature to kill with your limited arsenal, you knew that by getting first blood would ensure you a larger share of the profits. Sprinting through the trees, its familiar stench filling the air, you eventually came to a clearing. An empty one.
You sniffed at the air, bewildered. The beast should be right here, right in front of you, and yet- you stepped on something soft. Looking down to inspect it you spotted a damp rag plastered to the underside of your foot. Peeling it off and bringing it to your snout you realized that this had been giving off the beast's scent, the rag soaked with its essence. Why would their be a rag soaked in giant boar sweat in the middle of a... OH SHIT!
Having been so wrapped up in your rag you failed to notice someone sneaking behind you, turning just in time to see a flash of wood as a heavy club collided with the side of your head and sending you sprawled on your back.
When you came to you noticed a few things. The first was that some time had passed, the sun now hanging low in the horizon when before it had been mid day. The second was that you were tied to a post, hands and feet bound together tightly with thick rope. Third you were now completely naked, your clothing now haphazardly strewn in a pile to your right. You fearfully scan the area, struggling to undo your hands. Before you can get a serious attempt in though your captor approaches. It's...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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