Goba followed behind his human brother and the hare, being impressed by how they handled the tortoises, this day they hunted 3 by the time they needed to go back. They needed to go back because Goba needed to report at the mansion, so he tapped on his brothers shoulder and took him back to the shed after bringing the tortoises to the hare's nest.
After putting letting his brother back in the shed and eating together, he left. When he arrived at the mansion and entered the living room he saw Pridove lying on the couch passed out, a bottle of booze next to him.
Pridove has short dirt brown hair, a well defined body and many scars. His face looks like he would have been handsome before it got as messed up as it is now.
Goba walked closer to that man, his eyes shined for a moment, he stretches his dangerously sharp claws towards face. His nail touches Pridove's forehead and a drop of blood seeps out, directly after that Pridove's eyes shoot open!
"Ahhhh! I didn't know if I'd ever wake up again! You stupid monster, I wish I could just end it now!"
Pridove woke up with a loud yell, but there was no drunken aura around him at all. Only after yelling did his focus land on Goba. "Goblin, how are things going? How long does he still need? I don't know how many more times I can still wake up like this, you need to hurry!"
There's a hint of madness in his eyes as he's talking, who knows what Pridove is really thinking.
"The boy will be ready in around a week, I'll have him ready on his birthday, maybe that'll give him some extra luck. Then it will all be over, then we both can follow those we miss." Goba looked both sad and angry when looking at Pridove, this shows that there's more to their relationship then meets the eye.
Pridove picked up his bottle again and spoke one last time."We both hate each other just as much, but we can't end anything without the other. I trust you that you'll end us both, at last I've dragged you down with me. Who'd have thought, a lowly soldier taking down the Reaper..." he opens the bottle and a really strong alcohol smell fills the entire room, after taking a big mouthful he lays down on the couch again.
"Don't wake me up anymore, just make sure there's enough booze to give the kid a chance, also make sure he gets this after it all ends." he takes a book from a hidden compartment of the side table and gives it to Goba. Then he closes his eyes and falls back asleep.
As Goba walks away from the mansion he heard a voice, softly in his head, a voice speaking in an infinite amount of tongues, a voice saying that he must consider his choices as only he will need to bear the consequences of his choices. And maybe Goba just chooses to ignore the voice, maybe he thinks he's just talking to himself, and maybe he just doesn't care about the consequences anymore as his end is approaching, but he just walks on with a determined look on his face.
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Somewhere else, deep in the forest, was a hare. He was sitting in his nest, looking at a pile of bones and a pile of meat. He separated the two cause he doesn't like the meat.
It are the bones and the meat of those tortoises, he hunted them together with that stupid human. At first he wanted to just cut his neck on the second day and be done with it, and after he did that he would run away really fast, otherwise that goblin might kill him.
But this smart hare thought of an even better plan, to use him and let him help hunt those tortoises cause he really wants to eat their shells. Their shells are void shells, there's way more space on the inside as one would think when looking at the outside.
While hunting he discovered that the stupid human wasn't that bad, even though he used the hair as bate, he still got the job done. And as the hare is too fast for the tortoises he didn't really care about being the bate. The hare's thoughts were changing, maybe, just maybe, he might end up following this human. This human will get him the food that he wants, hunt for him, and even protect him, and all he needs to do is be there for him and make sure the human can grow stronger.
But there was something nagging in his mind, a sense of approaching danger, something will go wrong. But as the hare can't do anything about it right now he just continues eating, and what he also needs to figure out is what to do about all this meat, the hare doesn't like meat, just bones.
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Somewhere in Foxlake City is a boy, a young boy around 13 years old. He is quite big for his age and his hair is dirty and messy, who knows what the original color was. His clothes are in the same state as his hair, unrecognisable due to the greese and grime.
As he's walking with a piece of bread in his hands that's only slightly moldy he wonders about what the other kids are doing. Especially one kid, a kid without a name, a kid who's got it even worse than him, the only kid he can feel himself superior to. He hasn't seen him in a while, he really wants to see him again, the terrified look in his face as he chases after him, his pained groans as he beats his body, the sound of his body hitting the floor.
That kid always gives him a good laugh, the only exciting thing for this homeless kid, the only entertainment he knows.
But the kid does feel sorry for the weak kid, he thinks about just ending his life, he should feel better in death than in life. But on the other hand... He can only beat him up when he's alive right?
"Hehehe"
And so the kid with his moldy bread laughs to himself, even when the kid isn't here he makes life more entertaining.