User blog:Ochiverde/Mindflayer WWYD response 1

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(Huh, story time it is then, seeing as this thing is pretty open ended.)

First, I put the clothes on; better not walk naked round here, right? Second, I checked the supplies from the bag: Some berries, herbs and a dagger. Not much, but it'll hopefully serve me well. Next, I checked my surroundings; it seemed that I was in a forest, with a trail of destruction on the right, and a river on the left, the former probably caused by the wurm.

And so, I decided to follow it. For almost half a day, that's all I did, followed the trail, it was pretty easy though, smashed boulders, uprooted tree and splinters. As I went along, I began to collect berries. I might have been her pet for...ten years I think, but I still retained most of the knowledge from my days as a ranger, before...anyways. At the end of the trail in a clearing, the wurm was sleeping soundly with the man from before in her coils. Thinking that it might be worth a shot, I asked the man for some directions. He pointed towards the North, saying "There's a village that supports co-existence over there, I was supposed to deliver some goods, but as you can see, I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment. And I don't think she'll let go for a good while now." Thanking the guy for advice, I spent the rest of the day heading towards the village; unfortunately, I didn't manage to reach it before darkness took over.

I took cover in a small cave that night, place seemed to be someone's residence although abandoned a long time ago, making a small fire to keep myself warm, while trying to collect my thoughts... after all these years, her influence really rubbed on me, being able to think next to nothing besides the carnal desires she implemented into my mind, but now, with her gone, they seemed to be dissipating. Although, they'll probably never go away fully, not that I'm complaining, they remind me of her. She treated me as her toy, as her property, but wasn't exactly cruel, except that one time...damn dark elf role-play, even treating me as her lover at times, but that might just be the suggestions she gave me talking... I'm not sure. Seeing as the night was still young, I decided to revise the plan... to get to the village, that should do for now. As time went on, I started to drift off, entering dreamland...

I was in front of the cave. This was it. I will be the one to end this beast, and rid out town of it. I trained to become a ranger for this one mission. Today was the day, the day I would end this Mindflayer. As I entered the cave, I lit a torch, and looked around. The place seemed to be empty, except for some...things, perverse toys, most likely belonging to the beast and... Mucus? What has this thing been doing? Walking further into the cave, I began to observe that the mucus was more common the further I walked in. Until I began to feel it, that eerie sensation, it felt like someone was watching me. And when I turned around, my fears were confirmed. There she was, standing in all her corrupt glory. Pale skin, her bottom half seemed to be stuck to the floor, her hair, a long mass of tentacles that reached her shoulders, her arms, slender, her waist slim yet her bust was quite something. But her face, oh, her face, from the perspective of a bystander, it would've been quite beautiful, sparkling purple eyes, round chin, full lips, rosy cheeks and a cute button nose, all framed by her bangs, giving her quite a bewitching effect. But from my standpoint, it was nothing beautiful, only monstrous. Her lips formed a perverted grin, waiting for my move, she knew why I was here, and she could see it in my eyes. Her eyes, full of lust, longing for carnal pleasure, they were undressing me on the spot. Her cheeks flushed, showing her intentions. She was nothing but a monster, and she knew I thought that. Taking a stance, I took out my dagger out of its holster, and pointed it at her, before pulling out its twin. Those were my weapons, my means of protections and my friends. They never failed me. And thus, I charged her straight on, going in for the kill, it only took one mistake, and I would be done.

Yet, she didn't move an inch, still looking at me with that smile of hers. I was getting closer, and I prepared for a slash, and if she blocked that, a stab in retaliation. Once I took a slash at her face, a tentacle went in the way, blocking it, yet leaving her chest exposed. This was my chance. And I took it going in for the kill. Only for her appendage to slam down, making me drop my dagger, and fall on my chest. She quickly took her position, sitting on my back, quickly grabbing my head. That's how it began, I could feel her voice in my head, telling me it was ok to let go of my thoughts, to just let my consciousness drift off. I fought it with all my strength, resisting it with all I had, trying to get her off me... but her powers were too much, as I soon felt myself drift off to sleep, soon after hearing her whisper "You're mine now..." after that, everything was a blur.

I awoke with a start, covered in a cold sweat. The fire was long gone, although, something still felt quite warm, something underneath my head, as soon as I looked up, I saw the face of what I soon learned was a Troll, a demihuman race with a strong affinity to the Earth, as she put it. Upon waking up, I discovered I was in her lap, her giant hand caressing my hair. I kind of freaked out.

Anyways, after I calmed down a tad bit, we introduced ourselves, told her why she could smell another monster on me, and what happened to said monster (Earning some assuring back pats from her.), I went on my merry way, with some medicinal herbs in my bag, in exchange for the berries I gathered earlier. Good thing Trolls are the definition gentle giants, despite popular belief... you just need to keep them out of the sunlight. Too bad she was a bit of a downer about her hand and feet, talk about an inferiority complex, same goes for her body odor, it was dizzying... but in the good way. Oh, I'm getting off-track again.

Soon enough, I found the village… or more like, the ruins of it. Embers were still lying around; looks like an Order purge had taken place here. I sat there, and gave a silent prayer for whoever was listening, before looking around the ruins.

As I looked around, taking what could still be used, and what was not completely burned, mostly some books, a bow and a quiver of arrows, and a set of light leather armor with a few long and deep gashes in it, probably from the previous battle, seeing how I took it from a corpse. That seemed to be about it, there was nothing left of value there, but, that was when I noticed something moving under a pile of rubble. As I approached it, I began to make out a shape under it… a kid? I soon began to remove the debris and it seemed that I was right, there was a kid under the rubble, she seemed to be about five or six, and falling unconscious. I was about to get her out of the pile, when I started to hear voices approaching us, I ducked into a pit along with the girl, and watched as a squadron of soldiers walked past us, all bearing the emblem of the Order. Once they were gone I put the girl down, and checked her vitals, she had a pulse and was breathing, it seemed that she was only unconscious.

Now that I had time, I took another look at her, and saw a few similarities with a certain someone. Apparently, this girl was none other than a Mindflayer, and a young one at that. And so, I did what any person that took pity on such a creature would do. I pulled out the herbs from my bag, and began to mix them in a bowl I found around here. Once the paste was done, I added some water to it, and continued to mix it until the concoction turned red. I opened the girl’s mouth, poured the potion in, and massaged her throat, so she would drink it. The girl awoke soon, but beside her name, she didn’t remember anything, at least that’s what she told me.

And so, I took her along with me, heading towards the next settlement. As time passed, a bond started to form. Heh, ironic, isn’t it? There was quite a few hardships we had to overcome as time went by…

But, that’s a story for another time.