User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom What Do's/@comment-27950421-20180121013313/@comment-30014014-20180218211311

''Why would anyone make a trip to the mountains? Why would anyone make a trip to the icy mountains to beging with? Cold, mostly unvisited, dangerous. The lack of valuable in the mountain makes it virtually worthless for anyone to go in, let alone decide to live in said mountains.''

''Well, maybe ecept for mountain spring water. Underneath the thick coat of snow or perhaps in the inner dwelling of those seemingly inhabitated ice tombs is very pure water, waiting for someone, anyone to colect and perhaps give off. Water sprinkled with subtle proprieties, working akin to vigorating someone with a full feast. Seemed especially popular to beasts who shared lives with human mates as they'd have the equivalent''

''Janeau seemed to have no problem living at the high peak of the mountain. The cold could not in itself to bother the man every morning he walked outside of the singular hole blurred by all the snow surrounding it. Strangely enough the snow make its presence known only up to the entrance and not an inch more.''

''Each morning, he takes a few minutes to clear the excrutiating long stairway to a cave below where he lives. A set of stairs leading up from all the down to the mountain. Again, a clear lack of discomfort in Janeau's movement makes this task much easier and quicker than anticipated, resulting in a speedy maintenance work lasting less than an hour.''

''His medium attire, looking more like a miner going on picking ores rather than shovelling in a blizzard would further attract curiosity of any nearby passengers, who were much more common now that he has established himself around. He learned to make due with it and laugh it off, always offering to sell the brand of 'Shining water' as he dubbed it, bringing naught but more confusion upon his unsuspecting customers. A miner-looking man, full gear and oxygen-mask?in the?alps of a mountain ridding the established stairs of excessive snow only to reveal himself to be the man they look for for his product??''

As he did for two years straight, Janeau shrugs off their bewileredement, pointing them to the end of the highway to a lounge, a comfortable-sized cave re-purposed as mercantile shop and resting area, ripe with fresh supplies brought by fellow merchants for him to buy and offer to those willing to climb all the way up, effectively securing a growing network of grateful climbers, as no one in their right mind would refuse a breather in a warm location, filled with supplies to refill.

''Being the relative morning, however, such customers, even monsters looking for a good time with their own are still rare in the crack of dawn, leaving Janeau to go back up to his domain. Stepping a mere foot inside, the man is immediatly tackled, albeit in a affectionate fashion by a white blur. His oxygen mask meets the shade of a violet set of irises, the woman sparing no expense to squeeze her ample chest on his garb, part?of this behavior?to share warmth. However, considering her explicit uplift of said chest to his view, it because obvious she was simply happy for him to be back.''

''Scaleless wyverns, like Vivianne tend to be physically affectionate, as he learned long ago. And he didn't mind. At all. Quite the contrary, in fact, embracing his mate always provided Janeau with the immense willpower that allowed him to carve the inside of this mountain into a comfortable housing, as well as going outside with no effort where many would request a place to regain momentum. Well, that and Vivianne's constant dousing of his helmet, garb, pants and boots with her liquid slime she coats herself with to hold the very right to ignore the climate spewing outside, no matter how freezing it tried to be. Her words of caution also accumulated in his mind with each expidition out of the cave, either to welcome and conduct business or to clear the road outside...''

...as well as rescuring unprepared climbers thinking themselves mightier than the mountain.

''Anyway, with her elongated hug reaching its paroxism, her usual course of action is to welcome his empty stomach with an equally affectionate meal sure to make sure his innards get as much warmth as his outer. Obviously, she'd?prefer to cuddle the day away in their king-sized bed embedded in white fur among wooden furnitures, as demonstrated by the guilt-tripping pout she showers him in every time Janeau take his morning leave to accomodate the unaturally numerous customers seeking his extracted mountain water. A painful sight for every husband who loves his wife.''

''Well, looks like Vivianne will have her way today. Perhaps because the snow had been tired of being ignored by Janeau daily for all those years, another blizzard makes its way to the mountain. Usually something that Vivianne's protective slime could easily deny, this one came with the uncanny reaction of setting most of the walkable surface aflaot in an enormours avalanche. Now, the climate was no problem, but Janeau tends to stray from avalances, what with most of the mountain's surface turned into false paths, sensible triggers and else.''

''Not that Vivianne would let him wonder out in this ludicrously dangerous environment with the way she rushed to hug him from behind, in an attempt to keep him here. Being a long time denizen of this mountain, she knew going out in this condition was basically anamount to putting a tombstone somewhere lost, digging a snowgrave and laying down in it to be buried. A message Janeau is too happy to heed, a sigh escaping his oxygen mask as he detatchs it to put it away, much like the rest of his attire.''

''Funnily enough, their entrance, thanks to constant care and sliming around, kept most of the worst out, allowing the two to sit at the very edge of it to enjoy the ironically beautiful setting of this violent storm. Vivianne was saddened to hear he won't be doing anything today, although a smirk made its way up to her violet lips as she turns to gather snacks from their kitchen before joining him at the entrance, a subtle prayer of gratitude to whoever ruled these lands.''

...

''An hour passes, the couple snuggling right at the entrance, a silver tray of bite-sized meat with hot choco. Their current subject of conversation, the snowed-in. Specifically, those supposed to come in today for their daily purchase, seeing the impending snowstorm and somehow deciding that they can ride it off before becoming surrounded and stuck under a coat of said snow. The same people the two will have to pull out the moment the storm calms down by a bit.''

''This subject of speech brings out laughter to the two, wondering how is it that people still think they can just waltz through the storm as opposed to cutting their losses for tomorrow. This discussion bring memories to Vivianne, who in a sudden but intentional manner, laps one of her leg in a way to be sitting on Janeau's lap, facing the man. Her hands go on the back of his neck, a bright smile appearing on her face as her tail sways left and right. Memory straddles her mind, much like she's straddling Janeau, asking whether he remembers how they came to be...''

...

It was not quite a good time for Janeau to be around. That merchant may have been a vile personification of pettiness, but ultimately, he was the only opportunity for Janeau to make a decent living around here. Of course, 'decent' meaning not dying overnight, at the cost of enduring an insufferable overlord and his gang of overpaid mercs. Janeau and others, left to the overbearing tasks while constantly suffering bad mouthing from the merchant.

Only for things to get worse, with attacks coming left and right, as if the realm had suddenly taken notice of their rather large group. Janeau thought it was mostly the merchant's venom tongue around the local 'non-violent' monsters bringing a little too much attention to the rest of them. Not that his mercs help in any case, menacingly pointing their weapons at those monsters.

Most of them died to ravenous predators, the merchant himself sliding down the gullet of a large beast. Those that didn't, kidnapped by womanly monsters, the other predators. One of his good friends, last seen hunted down by one of those women in her more carnivorous shape, with a severe case of atrophiated arms. He was, to say the least, lucky, ignored by all in the chaos, but left to his own device. With no more than a pickaxe, and a miner's set.

Janeau made himself invisible, surviving on riverbed water and a few fruits, at least until he crossed roads with a hunter-gatherer picking a few things. Being the merciful man, the man known as Jordan reached out to Janeau, offering a rest with an actual meal and a full night sleep.The disawoved miner, frail and exhausted from mere moment of tension release and a sever lack of nutriment couldn't exactly turn down the offer...

...

A year later, here he was, climbing the topside of a mountain under a snowing weather. With the hunter's help, he managed to find an assortments of guilds, joining one to work under. This earned him a very decent living, his near-death experience giving him the mental outlet to go in  zones requiring very good awareness, being victims of either predators or natural hazards. Right now, they wanted him to start surveying and gathering resources from the snowy mountain. Janeau thought it a good opportunity to bring his things with him, considering the mountain itself was so far.

His things are secured elsewhere, the man having left them to scout the mountain for any damp cave to settle in. Mining in an array of conditions has given him the experience to reform one such place should he desire, his tools readily available once ghe goes back to them.

Climbing the highest topside of a cave, Janeau carefully starts observing the place, a bit unnerved by the sight of fleeting animals previously encoutered, with no real reason. His eyes stray left and right, longily watching his surrounding. The stability of the staligtites dangling overhead. The sturdiness of the stalagmites before him. The walls' solidity. Everything taken into account, as he did with previous caves. This one seemed most promising, Janeau smiling under his respiratory mask with mentions of him spotting another possible one underneath. His datapad is filled with promising results, allowing the man to turn around...

...only to suddenly find out why the local fauna has been so restless.

A gammoth, standing at the entrance. Janeau quickly scutters behind a stalagmite, making himself as hidden as possible. Among the more hostile herbivore, this creature in particular had a penchant for territory. And it seems it decided to survey lump of rock at the entrance. Janeau stays crouches, hoping for it to get bored and seek somewhere warmer.

The gammoth decides this is a perfect place to take a nap. Janeau grunts from his mask, shaking his head in disbelief. Sleeping in the entrance? Really? Being the territorial kind of beast, the man was not about to try sneaking around it during a snowing where the smallest sound could wake it up. He prefered not taking that chance.

No, instead, he starts a fire and unpacks his bag, cooking a few handmade meals as well as keeping a canteen of ice cold water. He eats and waits for about 30 minutes, thinking about the spacing of this cave before the melding coldness of his drink and the soothing warmth of his meal drives him to sleep.

...

Janeau jolts awake, his ears attuned to outside noise. He blinks repeatably, thinking his eyes to be still half asleep, only to realize that a lump of snow is where his fire should have been, resulting in the cave being rather dark. Well, except for a few dancing lights deeper in. Purple. Janeau knew it meant danger, whatever it was. He hurridly picks up his things, his heavy breathing very presence as the purple lights continue to advance, slowly creeping toward the ray of light from the outside.

By then, the man had his bag ready, his mind condemning this cave, right as the purple lights finally step into the light, revealing a scaleless wyvern. Her hair, purple. Her nails, purple. Her arm wings' innar folds, purple. Her eyes, purple. One of her hands is plastered on the left wall, the other, poking at her face with curiosity. A tail could be seen behind her. Right now, she was wearing nothing but the bare essential...for a monster.

Seeing the man, the giggi makes a smile. One not too assuring for Janeau. She starts speaking about how 'warm' he is, even if that made no sense to his ears, since he could feel her heat from over here. Walking rather suggestively, she continue to talk about having him in her clutches. The moment her lips started moving, Janeau was already on his way out. He remembers that time when monsters like her went on to kidnap other miners like him, including his good friend, huunted by a Tyranno. He did not want to suffer the same fate.

Good thing the gammoth had left by now, enabling Janeau to make a run for it. He overheard noise from the ceiling, knowing it to be that giggi sprinting from it, to try and cut him off. From her vantage point, she starts launching something from her tail. Janeau didn't question it, instead using the stalagmites to narrowly dodge the projectiles. He continues to rush over to the exit, so close...

He makes it out, only, this time hearing something else. Panic. From the giggi. She had left her ceiling assault, instead running behind him, smashing any stalagmites in her way. Her face was no more that of a predator, but mostly of worry. Janeau rationalizes her imminent loss on her current prey and thereby, food. Well, he tries to, only for a stream of information to flood back to his head.

No time to reflex on it, however, as he already is taking the slide down the mountain with the giggi hot on his trail. Again, this particular memory continues to pull all the stops in his head, only for him to ignore them. Panic continues to fill his ears from behind, the giggi pleading for his halt. He ignores it also, thinking it to be nothing but a honey trap.

However, the deep rumble of the mountain is not something he could just 'ignore'. An avalanche, in the middle of their little sprint. Janeau was caught unprepared, not expecting one to be lively and so violent. He underestimated the amount of fright the gammoth gave to the other critters, upsetting the delicate slop of snow. The gammoth must have scared more for such a thing to trigger.

Janeau was swallowed whole. He tumbles down and down, blindsided by all sides and coming to a sudden stop, the man inside since long out of commision, his breathing, barely noticeable. His vision grows dark. His limbs get heavy. Consciousness slips out of his mind despite the willpower he display, allowing thoughts of death under the snow to prevail....

...

A gasp pulls Janeau back in the world of the living, prompting him to raise himself in a sitting position on what appears to be feathers. His clothes are still on him, a bit wet from the snow. He turns his head around, seeing naught but stalagmites and stalagtites. An occasional droppling of water is presence all around, the air, still and stale. Save for the feathers, nothing is here.

Of course, Janeau briefly wonders how he got here, this line of thought broken as the same wyvern stands on the very vaguely shaped frames. Seeing his wake, she rushes to the pile of feathers, but stops midway upon seeing his brace. Her face lowers. kneeling in the same batch of feathers. She lifts it again, questionning eyes toward the miner.

Only now does Janeau get a good look at his 'savior'. As mentionned before, much like most of the womanly denizens of the realm, she barely hides her generous body behind thin strings around her ample chest and private area. She seemed rather healthy of form, leading him to think this cave must supply a myriad of creatures. But at the same time, the severe lack of any housing items in what seems to be her domain, giving him thought that perhaps he was a rare man for her to see.

Janeau is overwhelmingly aware of the misery that surrounds her. The stale air, lack of companionship, gray colors saturating the surrounding. His mind returning to that doubt that seeded it hours ago, he remembers speaking to his good old friend, who after he thought was eaten by a Tyranno, had turned out to be made her king by the very creature. He remembers visiting a while after having his life in shape in this realm. The eyes she portrayed before going after his friend in what she described as 'the best hunt she ever had' from someone unlikely, exactly like those the giggi right now. Speaking in details of how she didn't realized she was missing companionship until her 'king' appeared.

In the human realm, they say a woman's touch often brings life to a desolated domain. Around here, it seems more accurate to speak of the opposite, remembering his buddy turning her housing around. Janeau felt he could at least try to bring something to this woman, who dragged him out of the avalanche after warning his several times.

He gets up, prompting a reaction of surprise from her. A promise from the man, to come and see what he can do to turn this stale place around. Of course, it meant this cave was no longer him to be.

Well, it was the case...for a moment. Spending most of his time going back and forth between the cave and merchants, Janeau had bought and re-decorated her domain to the finish. As expected, the Giggi, named Vivianne, knew how most of the items worked. He made sure she would be accomodated by every furniture a house owner could get. Vivianne was happy. She hugged him, very closely. Janeau was caught unprepared, set his hands on her shoulders, stating that she didn't need to thank him in such a way. But Vivianne didn't listen, hugging the man yet again, this time wrapping her tail around the two to avoid this little mishap from happening again.

She speaks amidst thie embrace, asking for him to stay with her, promises to help him accomodate to the sought-after wares. Janeau had heard of monsters going to lengths to keep one they liked around, but estimated it as exaggerations, since the same creatures had virtually superior advantages to men. Right now, a giggi was clinging to him, seeking to keep him around only after a little re-decoration merely based on the fact that she didn't see many people before, aside for the occasional individual of her kind or a climber. He underestimated what a little care can do for those individuals.

He accepted, misunderstanding what she meant by staying with her, thinking it of him offering her someone to talk to once in a while. Well, he found out quickly when Vivianne, jolted with jubilee, jumps on him, kissing the man as she clings to him further. With that, any hope of misdirection fell quickly out the mountain, her body shivering from the mere act of embracing someone of the opposite gender.

Caught unprepared, Janeau however didn't fight it, feeling the nuture and warmth from her, as well as a hint of desperation coming from the act itself. Much like any monster, she became hooked on affection, perhaps the one thing she really needed out here. And she didn't want to part from it. Not after finally feeling the rush in someone's arms. All of this decoration he gave to her was most just a bonus for her.

Truth be told, Janeau could also use a re-orientation of perspective of monsters, considering the near-death experience from before. Nothing like a sultry mountain woman latching on the first man she sees for a while to put those to rest. Which would be reasonable, were it not for the fact that between his re-modeling session for her domain, he'd bring her along to get some more, effectively enabling her to meet many more people, mostly those he bought from with occasional dwellers. A 'shame' for Janeau that the rest didn't seem that interesting for Vivianne...

...

''The continued storm outside didn't let up, going for what looked like to be the entire day. Not that Vivianne complained, her forehead affectionately pressed against Janeau's in the middle of their memory trip. He speaks, stating she never really gave any of them a chance, only for her to retort with the fact that none of them really went to re-decorate a stranger's dwelling just to brighten her day. After getting shot by said stranger's poisonous volley and almost dying to a avalanche trying to get away from, again, the same stranger.''

''They both share a laugh, Vivianne lowering her hips to enable her to rest on his shoulder, the two watching the snow fall en masse as well as the laughing shade of the sun poking its head from afar. Truly seems that the snow will continue on all day, in the intensity no less.''

''Vivianne's mind starts pondering on what to make of the day. They were technically stuck, but had more thn enough supply to last a year cut off. The house was already clean, whatever work Janeau and by extension, her, were doing to do has been canceled. It's still hours before dinner and everything as already been prepared in advance, the mail had been collected and no particular task needed attention.''

Except for one neglected thing...

''Janeau had stayed overnight yesterday due to the case of overconfident climbers needing a way out. A lot of them turned up, trapped in lumps of snow. As usual, the operation, which consists of him digging them out, carrying them to the second dwelling for a re-heating and nourishment and accomodations for a possible night if needed and a tour guide back for those seeking an immediate way out had left Vivianne alone for the night. A night she awaited him for her nightly snuggle, obviously implying more than a mere snuggle. Instead, she spent the night worrying and needy.''

''With an actual excuse for Janeau to stay indoors today, Vivianne leans on him, to the point of having his back touching the ceramic tiles underneath the two, her tail slowly circling around the belt of his pants. No space allowed betwen the two, her breathing becomes dense and opaque, once again, her tail swirling around, showing clearly her underwear caught in it, far from where it should be. In fact, her entire attire seemed to fall out of place. Janeau couldn't help but place his hands behind her hips, understanding he needed to make up for last night. Although he did ask for a moment of solace since they were still at the entrance. Anyone who somehow managed to climb all the way to their domain would find them in the 'heat' of things.''

''Just as he said it, the gammoth that once came here last year had somehow managed to find its way here once more. THe violent, aggressive and highly territorial herbivore staring down at the two. Now out of adrenaline-fuled fury. No, he was unfortunate enough to have crossed eyes with a 'hungry' giggi, only seeing that she was about to 'feast' and her eyes were pretty much sending dagger stares at the animal. Naught but a whimper escape the beast, fearing for its dear life as it plunges deep into the snow, ready to deal with the snowstorm way before thinking of dealing with a giggi. Approaching intimacy with a loved one.''