Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-2001:8003:393A:9300:29E2:6386:D9C3:245D-20181124072423/@comment-36855838-20181125000950

Blah, blah, Violence. Don't read if you've a light stomach.

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Our "hero" has a very Deep voice.

The Kunoichi will have a rather weak voice.

Most p-people will st-stutter.

Others will speak normally.

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"Hi."

She does a backflip, the thunderous clap of my palms slamming together echoes through the room.

The door begins to crack open, and I quickly place the bed against it.

"No windows, so you must've come through the door!"

She slowly backs away, trying to circle me and swoop in.

Suddenly, I hear the clinking of a metal canister, moments later, a flashbomb goes off.

The light is blinding, but mere moments later, I have her in my grip, my eyepatch switched over to my left eye.

"I gotcha! I gotcha! You're mine now,little acrobat!"

She squirms in ny arms, trying desperately to wriggle free of my bearhug, but my arms continue to tighten.

I hear the crackle and pop of her joints, soon to be followed by bones, as usual.

Her red eyes water, mortal terror evident in her gaze.

It warms my heart. To feel the struggle as life leaves the eyes of a foe. Of a monster.

She doesn't flinch, doesn't close her eyes, her gaze hardens at the last second, and with a sickening crunch, her legs go slack.

I drop her to the floor.

"Guards! I want a doctor! Have him bring a wheelchair!"

I hear one of them run off, and soon, two pairs of feet come thundering back. Hoisting the girl by her tail, I unblock the door.

The Doctor walks in, and I light a candle, plopping the girl into the wheelchair.

She doesn't scream, or cry. She's clearly unconscious.

"W-what the hell is that?"

"That, Doctor, is my new pet acrobat!"

He looks at me as if I've sprouted horns, that is to say, murderously.

"Have you got any idea what keeping o-one of those th-things will cause?! How many people will die?!"

"No idea, Doc. All I know is who's gonna die if Stella here goes missing."

"S-stella? You named it?!"

"Of course, now take care of my little monster, Doc."

I yank his hand, pulling off his wedding ring.

Holding it out for him to see, I pick up a chair, and smash it with only my left hand to make my point.

I toss the ring into her lap, and lay down on the bed.

He rushes out to gather medical supplies, and when morning comes, she's looking much better, even clad in a lovely blue and white dress with gold filigree. It covers much more of her, and a quick check confirms that she still has her bladed tail, now utterly limp.

Her scarf has been changed for a silken blue one, and a gentle poke proves that her face is unmutilated.

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We arrive in the dining hall, my rudimentary runes have proven effective, her chair follows me of it's own accord at a respectful distance.

Others stare and whisper, but for the most part all is silent, None dare to contest her presence, until a priest walks in.

"Heathen!"

He rushes up, pulling out some holy spellbook to recite a spell which will no doubt vaporize her.

"Good morning, Father, may I ask you what exactly you're doing?"

He seems to notice my nightmarishly massive figure only now, his eyes wide at last with shock.

"I hope for your sake, that you're not considering killing my pet, Father."

He begins to back away, realizing too late that it's now just us three in the room.

"Because I can arrange more front-line duties for you, if you feel that your talents are so great that you can make monsters vanish into thin air."

He bolts from the room, and I grab plenty of food from the buffet, unsure what stella will eat.

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It's two weeks later, news of my sudden 'softness' had spread among the ranks of monsters, and they had attempted several raids on the village.

They had swiftly been reminded why I had become known as 'The Bloody Shadow.'

The attacks had ceased completely after that.

I was seated once more in the Dining hall, most people no longer questioning my allegiances, or my warmth towards those under my protection.

Many, in fact had tried to curry favor with me by buying gifts for Stella, Dresses, Bows, and other Adornments, Strawberries, one of the few foods she would eat, various types of knit socks, and sun hats.

For me, various types of Soft Jerky, Walking Sticks, Fancy Hats, Capes, and Boots.

This morning, a young man presented me with Apricots, Jerky, Strawberries, and garlic bread.

I carefully cut the garlic bread to pieces, handing them to Stella on a plate, before digging into the Apricots.

The Father had decided to join us for breakfast, along with the doctor. I had been donating a quarter of my wages to each of them since my arrival, and they had been loyally helping me to care for Stella while I was away defending the town.

The Father had been able to afford a new roof for his church, and the doctor had been able to train and hire more assistants.

"How fare you both?"

"Rather well, b-but uhm-"

"There have been rumors," the Father interjected, "dangerous rumors. They say you two are mating."

"I am aware, I could taste the animosity in the air. Ladt time this happened," I said, "an angry mob killed my pet."

"Y-yes, but what makes you think it w-w-won't happen a-"

"Because I sicced her corpse on the head of the city, and she reduced that damned town to a demon realm in less than a day."

They both sat dumbstruck.

"Oh, did I not mention Bessie was a dragon?"

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It's another battle, the monsters must be desperate, because they've actually brought in baphomets this time.

Of course, their delicate little ribs and spines just snap easier.

I've decimated their forces in half an hour, from 500 strong to just 50.

They finally call their long overdue retreat, and I head back towards the fortress, Stella will be waiting for me in my room.

I gently pat her head, settling into bed for a good night's sleep, when suddenly, her tail stabs right through my arm.

I growl in pain, realixing too late that the real Stella is next to me in bed, the imposter cartwheels out of the room, as my wound throbs but does not bleed.

Damn Stella looks good.

"Hi."

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You imagine the rest, but to be clear, this marks a dramatic shift in power dynamics.

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Post Script:

Howdy! I hope you found my story gripping, and do remember to keep your stories more light-hearted than what I've written, I certainly won't write anything darker on this site, and I hope nobody else does, either.