User blog:Rexis12/Hunter and Huntresses: Chapter 1.5

A small dim light could be seen from Gerald’s wooden shack, the owner of said shack was currently enjoying dinner. Delicious venison coupled with a few fruits from the sack that he found.

He sat in the dining area of his shack, which was combined with the kitchen, despite its cramped space, the shack was surprisingly very roomy and gave more than enough elbow for three or four people. The hunter gave a satisfied “Yum” as he continued devouring the deer meat, followed with eating the small pieces of apples on the side dish.

As he was filling his stomach with the burnt remains of an animal, his mind wondered to his two ‘companions’ since he joined the forest’s population. The ever stoic and temperamental Mantis Sarah, as well as the adorably curious Sahuagin Gladys.

Thinking about his companion on land, he chuckled as he remember how he had met, it was so cliché he didn’t even want to admit it. Taking a sip from his plastic cup of water, he tried to keep it down when he remember that he had literally ran into her, letting the deer that Sarah and him were chasing go. There he could’ve sworn that he saw emotions in her eyes, which was of course not as surprising now, since every meeting would start or end with a glare from her as well as a smile from him. He wasn’t exactly the most emotional reserved person, heck he doesn’t even know what that meant. It’s sort of an odd trait in his family that he and his siblings possessed. That of course clashed with Sarah’s lack of emotion. Sometimes he would mess with her, even though it was a terrible idea considering she could easily slice him in half with her scythes. Though she looked beautiful whenever she turned to him with a glare.

His other party member on his wacko train was Gladys, the ever asking Sahuagin. She never seemed to have an end to her questions towards him, some days she would ask about weapons, other days she questioned the reason for animal preparation, on one day she asked why some people had sex without wanting a baby. Gerald was glad that he only choked on his saliva at that time, he was also glad that she still hadn’t taken a mating interest towards him. Instead she used him to satisfy her curiousity, which was exponentially better than being used to satisfy her sexual urges. Of course, even if she did he won’t complain, Gladys was quite a looker, although she was more of the adorably sexy type.

Taking a the final bite of his dinner, he stood from his seat and brought his plate and cup to the sink. He then proceeded to dump them inside and claimed he would wash them tomorrow. After condemning his future self with menial labour he walked towards his room, a decent sized master bedroom with a double bunker bed. Shrugging off his attire, his light studded armour followed by his shirt and trousers, leaving him in his undershirt and boxers, he jumped face first into his bed and gave a muffled sigh into his pillow, he laid in that position until he remembered that he required oxygen.

Flipping around and taking a deep breath of oxygen, the hunter laid out in his bed for a while, his mind still not ready for sleep. Because said mind was still busy thinking of the two mamonos, they were his only real company ever since he decided to be hunter. His brother was too busy fighting for Order to help him, of course he would receive and occasional letter or two, sometimes a gift basket with pictures, food or money, other times he would give him knives and forks. His sister on the other hand was experiencing… problems with her health, but nothing too major.

And thus the two girls (unfortunately) became his only source of physical interactions for the past few months as well as other hunters or adventurers, but the two were his constant source of physical interaction. ‘Wonder if I'll get lucky one of them will pick me as a husband’ Gerald thought to himself ‘Nah, they probably have one already, ‘sides not like my brother would even accept it, chances are he’s going to kill me, reanimate me and kill me again just to show me I’m wrong’ having answered his own question, Gerald turned the knob on the lantern beside his bed and closed his eyes to get ready for sleep.