Mother approached that huge and strong beast gently, and I couldn't see any fear on her face as she walked to that beat, a giant turtle staring at her without doing anything, just as she stood in front of the Beast.
Mother lifted her hand and began to caress the beast's massive head with soft and smooth fingertips, a little but warm smile on her lips.
When the beast felt his mother's warm fingerprint on his head, he reacted by closing his large, red eyes.
"They are the most calm beasts I have ever seen in my entire life," slowly caressing, she said in a loving and soft voice. How this beast is close to her, anyone can see from this." Despite being a beast, even if they look scary, because of their big bodies, they live with us like they are part of a family."
Mother turned to face me and said, "At first, they will try to scare you or run away from you, just like other beasts do, but these windbulls are a little different; with time, you spend and take care of them with your heart; they treat you like their master in their heart and protect you from anyone; listen to your orders without any hesitation."
So, basically, this beast is a dog, just as we love dogs and how they are the most faithful to us, unlike humans who can stab you in the back at any time.
But why are they using the slow beasts? Even if we just try to go to the next village, then with this beast, it will take so much time to go there. "Then mother, why do you use them like this? From what I see, they look so sluggish."
In response, Mother's eyes twinkled with amusement as she turned to me, a broad, affectionate smile gracing her lips. "Slow, you say? Why, my dear, have you ever considered that perhaps they're not as slow as they seem?"
Her tone held a playful note, and it left me wondering if my question had missed some important perspective.
Mother's response to my question was swift and playful. "Let me show you if these beasts are slow or not." With a graceful leap, she mounted the windbull beast's shell, and the windbull, clearly understanding her command, stood up.
"Run!" she exclaimed, and in an instant, the windbull sprinted, circling me with such blinding speed that I struggled to keep up with their movements. It was a breathtaking display of agility and swiftness, and I couldn't help but be amazed by the
screeching.
When the wind bull came to a halt, a cloud of dirt and dust billowed about us, and I coughed helplessly. "cough, cough, cough" .
"Are you all right, son?" When his mother heard the commotion, she hopped off the beast, ran to his side, and inquired worriedly.
After coughing for a while, I took a deep breath and looked at her, saying, "Yes, mother, it is ok now."
"Sorry, son," she said, a pained smile on her face, "the wind bull just stopped suddenly, and as a result, this happened; I am deeply sorry."
"It's fine, but how does this windbull run so fast?" Looking at this beast, I'm completely impressed; his conduct is not just unlike that of a dog, but he also runs like one.
As I get closer to the beast, I pat his leg to demonstrate my devotion for him; as he notices, he gently moves his head closer to me, and he just stares at me.
Seeing that, I moved my hand closer to his enormous head and placed it on his soft and smooth head, saying quietly, "Sorry buddy, I didn't know anything about you and said bad things about you, but I now understand how amazing you are." While caressing his head softly, I said with a smile on my face.
Hearing my admiration for himself, a delighted blush appeared in his wide, red eyes.
Oh my God, this windbull understands me. I see a flush in his eye; he is truly he or she; no, my mother said he, so I don't have to think about it.
"Eeeeee," a sound came from his mouth, and he quickly took out his big tongue, and he began to lick my face peacefully.
While he was doing this, I patted his head and asked, "Mother, does this windbull use magic to run this fast? Do you know about it?"
She responded, "Yes, I know; this windbull uses earth and wind magic to do that."
"Earth and wind magic, how they use magic to accelerate so much." Hearing from my mother, I was taken aback; I had no idea that this beast could also utilize magic.
Wait a minute, I'm such an idiot. It appears that my head isn't working properly. This is a fantasy world. If everyone can use magic, why does this beast cat use it? Did my entire intelligence come out with my cum?
"They use earth magic to reduce their weight a lot, and then they use wind magic to help them push forward to run faster" .
"Wow, it's intended that they can run like this forever, so we can go wherever we want with them, which is why you use them to pull carts." I said it in a understanding voice.
"You think is good, son; for that reason we use them as mounts, but unfortunately we can't use them forever to travel," she replied, shaking her head in dissent.
"What do you mean by that, why" . I inquire as to the cause of this.
"You can see that this windbull also takes mana to use this skill; when they activate this skill, they may run for a while, yet when their mana runs out, they are too exhausted to go and must rest for a while so they can recover their mana."
"Mostly, they use this skill to run from other dangerous beasts. I have already told you that they are calm beasts, so they don't usually fight against beasts. When they face dangerous beasts, their first choice is to run.".
"Then why are you employing them to get to the royal city? If they execute their mana running for some time, how are we going to the royal city?" I asked her, puzzled, "How do they use this beast if their mana runs out that easily?"
"Yes, you are correct, but we have a solution; do you think your mother is stupid to not know this?" She remarked, pretending to be displaying angry behavior.
She looks so beautiful doing this that I want to smack myself because I can't even control myself in this type of situation." No, Mother, I don't think so, but I'd want to know what answer you have for this.