A little more than an hour later, Mikhail had finished furnishing his tent. All of his furniture was made of the wood of the Yucca Trees surrounding the tribe, making them comparatively dark compared to the white fabric of his tent, creating a contrast that Mikhail liked.
His standard table was at the center of the tent, surrounded by seven of his eight chairs. The table was bereft of any detail, simply being a somewhat thick board standing up on four cylindrical legs.
And at the center of the table was a little sculpture of an Anzu in a combat stance of sorts. His crate of Kennepas was also placed on it, albeit haphazardly and without any thought behind its placement.
Seven of his eight chairs surrounded the table. They had a sort of vine-like aesthetic with curved legs and leaf-like carvings in the backrest of the chair. Unlike the dry looking table, these chairs were sort of glossy in their aspect.
The last chair sat in the left corner of the tent that was closest to the entrance, sitting underneath his desk. It was simply a long table with a smaller table extruding off the top towards the back.
On the mini table, there was a cup with the aspect of a beast he didn't recognize carved into its front. It was a sort of ferocious looking alligator or crocodile with long legs. It was there for any would-be writing instruments he got a hold of.
There was also another statue on the opposite corner of the mini-table, this time of a Kryptodrakon, again in a combat stance.
And in the right corner of the tent closest to the entrance, was his bed. The mattress was the same kind that he had woken up on when he had first arrived in the human tribe.
A sort of water bed made using beast hide and twine, although the stitching wasn't even visible like the other bed's stitching had been. It looked like one solid piece no matter where you looked at it from, somehow.
The bed frame, like the rest of his good furniture, had the Furniture Hall's signature vine-like aesthetic. It was glossy; curvy with several leaf carvings in it, and it was dense with detail, as different patterns went throughout spots that would've otherwise been bare. They were black patterns that were almost chaotic in nature, but came together to form a coherent looking whole.
And finally, in the far left corner, was his bookshelf. The frame followed the typical aesthetic, though at the top, his custom addition was plain to see. There was a circular spot reminiscent of a canvas, and in the canvas was a carving of the large beast he had encountered in the savanna.
He had learned that it was called a Carnotaurus. And it did have arms! They were just extremely small for some reason.
"That's much better…" he said to himself as he scanned the tent from the entrance.
Mikhail looked at his home in silence for a little while before sighing. Even with the furniture, it still felt empty without someone to share the space with.
'Well… Time to return the wagon.'
Mikhail left the tent and made his way back over to Spencer's house as the tribe grew quiet. It was a quick affair, and he was back home to his spacious and comfortably fitted tent
When he got home, the first thing he did was go behind his tent.
His last tent didn't have a floor, so he could bathe inside it just fine since the water would hit the hot rocky ground, drying up by the time he was back.
However, that would be an issue now that the rocky ground was covered up. Though, the solution had been easy.
Mikhail simply hoisted up the large pot of water, as big as he was, up and out of the tent, bringing it behind the tent. From there, he could look out and see the vast southern desert not too far away as he cleaned himself.
He wasted no time in getting washed up, cleaning off all the grime and dirt his body had accumulated throughout the day.
The last portion he had spent playing around with the little creature got him especially messy, with a great deal of his exposed skin covered in dirt. Something he didn't even realize until the water washed it away.
However, it had to be said that washing with only water meant that he had to waste quite a lot of it in order to ensure he had washed away the filth properly.
'Hmmm… I should really try and figure out plumbing one of these days…' he thought as he dressed up for the next day sluggishly. He was unbearably tired now.
Thus, he went back inside, and laid down on his new water bed.
He couldn't even adjust his position before he directly passed out, one of his legs hanging off the edge and his foot just barely missing the ground beneath.
Mikhail enjoyed another round of time travel sleep, for a time.
The sound of something scratching at wood woke him up, causing him to stand at attention in a crude combat position.
His head shot back and forth as he quickly scanned the dark area, only to see nothing amiss. Yet, the sound was still there, and it was very obvious that it was coming from somewhere in the tent.
And after listening in for a short while, Mikhail realized it was coming from the center of the tent…
From the crate of Kennepas sitting on his table.
'The hell?' he thought, his mind still in disarray from having just woken up.
He went over and popped the crate open carefully.
Once it was open to a certain degree, a small creature jumped out with impressive speed and a strong gust of wind, shooting towards Mikhail's face. However, since he was on high alert, he immediately intercepted the thing, catching it midair with a light grip.
"So you were the one causing the racket…" he said with a helpless smile.
In his hands was a struggling Sharovipteryx, haplessly trying to bite him so he'd let go. Yet it was to no effect. Even though its skeleton was strong enough to crack a Kennepa stone, Mikhail's skin was a far tougher nut to crack.
It hissed in annoyance as it tried to break free, even letting out angry clicking sounds from time to time. It was the same little creature he had been having fun with earlier.
Looking towards the crate, he saw that a few Kennepa had been consumed. So, it obviously wasn't hungry. And there wasn't any shit in the crate, thankfully, so maybe that was the issue?
Mikhail went outside and placed the critter on the ground, and it quickly scurried off.
He watched as it quickly found a secluded spot in the empty area between the tent and the tribe, and got to business. Though, he averted his gaze, not caring to see that business go down.
The Sharovipteryx returned shortly after, and Mikhail allowed it to climb back onto his shoulder before he went back into his home.
The little thing then jumped off him, causing a shockwave of Wind Aether to smack him in the face. It glided from him back to the crate, and then it stole a Kennepa from the crate.
After that, the little guy scurried over to his bookshelf, hiding at the top behind the fancy decorative frame.
"..."
Shaking his head in exasperation, Mikhail got up and tidied things up before laying back down again. "Merry definitely has a Spirit Sense, so I doubt this guy escaped without her knowing…"
He sighed again. "I guess I have a beast buddy now… I wonder what I should call him?"
He brainstormed for a while, getting sleepy again as he thought about what to call the little creature. He thought about its species name, and then he thought about using an abbreviated version of it.
Shary. Kind of like Merry.
Yet it felt off, until he thought of a close friend of his in his last life.
"Then, in honor of an old friend, I'll call you Sharyl. Like Jeryl. Just like my old husky..."