Talk:Kobold/@comment-29435884-20161013072156/@comment-26376061-20170320054305

Hmm..."There's a Kobold behind that ridge. Distresssed and disoriented. I'll bring her to safety before she gets hurt. Cover me." I toss a grenade into the group of Order soldiers, several of them scattering out of the blast-radius. I use the small window of opportunity this gives to dash over to the Kobold.

She's in tears, shaking like an earthquake was going on under her fur.

I reach out, bringing my hand down softly to pet her head. "Miss, it's going to be alright. I'm a soldier, and I WILL NOT let you get hurt. Come with me. Your name?" "S-Sara." "Shade. Nice to meet you. Let's get out of this hellhole. You might want to cover your ears." I lift up the Kobold, carrying her like someone would carry a child, while still having one hand free. "Why do I need to-" I lift my pistol, shooting an Order thug in the eye. Demon Realm Silver. That man has a family, and I'm not gonna take him away from whoever's waiting for him. That'll still hurt like hell in the morning, though. Sara whimpers, clutching her ears. Most dog Mamono don't take the sound of gunfire well. Large ears, after all.

I rush to retreat, barely slowing when a bullet impacts my upper arm. Body Armor...well, that sure didn't live up to it's name. Blood sprays, and I simply tighten my hold on Sara, shielding her as best as I can. "Move, Move!" We reach the vans, and leave the area, me bandaging up my arm. I fish out the bullet, putting it in my pocket before finishing with the First Aid. "Matthews, you owe me 20 bu-" "I know. I know." The only girl of the group, a recently Alped Jane, swears at me under her breath. "Damn it. Why, of all things, does a dog show up in a battlefield on the day I make a bet with him? Seriously, is Ares his sex-slave or something? Hero complex piece of-" "No. Ares isn't my sex-slave. Bitch actually hates me. I'm the only one who got shot. Damn...I'm definitely going to need a medic..." Our banter is cut short when we roll into the nearby Monster-friendly town. I invite Sara to stay with me for a while, and, still shaking like a leaf, she says a yes, eyes sparking into vibrant suns as she smiles softly.

Two months later, we're still living together. Tomorrow's Sara's birthday. Collars are a normal gift for a Kobold, right?