Dravin felt his fingers tremble, and a warm liquid dripped between the gaps. The dark red bled into the snow white, and his breath grew laboured and his eyes hazy.
Lying a few feet away was a bear the size of a small hut. It had pristine white fur, now coated in blood and its body lay still and cold. It was dead, and the reason that Dravin was currently having visions of his life flash before him.
A beast at Nascent Stage was dangerous, but the ones close to late period of growth had strength matching those of 4th or 5th Star Novice. For Dravin to meet one at just 2nd stage was bad luck. After all, nobody had expected such a dangerous beast to wander so close to their Tribe.
Now his back was torn apart, and his face sported a single scar that run from the middle of his forehead to his nose. Short but terrifying, and entirely useless achievement. Dravin was going to die, he couls feel it. Unless he did something first.
His System window answered his call. His mental commands guided the interface to the shop section where he surfed for about 10 seconds before he finally spotted a glass vial.
His vision was growing spotty and the day was growing dark. The cold and snow masked the smell of blood, but something would soon crawl out of the woods.
[A Beginner's Healing Tonic - Novice]
Green Magic made liquid and packed in a glass vial.
Using this tonic, you can restore your health by 10%.
Warning 1: Cannot take more than 3 tonics at a time. You must wait for 5 hours to pass.
Warning 2: If the health is below 15%, the healing tonic will not work.
LP - 250
Dravin glanced at his health bar, and it hung at 27%, decreasing by a percentage every second. He didn't tarry any longer and hit purchase. A glass vial manifested from the thin air. Then another and another.
He took one vial and lifted open the cork and throw it aside. Raising the tonic to his mouth, he inhaled the ordor of leaves and earth. His injuries however left him with no time to appreciate the scent.
Once the liquid fell on his tongue, his mouth grew numb, like it had lost its nerves. He gasped as an incredible amount of pain assaulted his body, and he almost screamed had he not gotten used to pain somewhat. Over the years he had also participated in masochist exercise done by others, so he had plenty experience.
He was wide eyed as his bleeding stopped first, then the flesh started to knit together. It was slow however, so slow that he would bet it would take days to restore him to full health.
Dravin grimaced and picked another vial. He followed the same procedure and downed the potion. This time he could feel the taste and it made his gag and spill some outside. Horrified, he clamped his mouth shut and forcibly swallowed.
Once more the pain seared at his nerves, but it was lesser in intensity and he was more prepared. He grit his teeth and took the third vial too.
HP : 50%
His health was still low, unfortunately however he couldn't take another potion. Still he was capable of moving now, so he pushed himself into a sitting position and collapsed promptly, hissing in pain.
Very carefully, to exacerbate the wound further, he slowly and steadily moving into a more hunching figure and trudges through the snow. It helped that he was 2nd Star Novice and could walk even in this condition with his back torn open.
He thanked his luck and continued.
Dravin usually hunted only one or two hours away from the Tribe, and today was no exception. If only took him a little more than an hour to reach his hunting ground. But while walking back, severely injured, Dravin realised that even after two hours had passed was still some distance away from the camp.
He breathed cold vapours and rubbed his together. His back had stopped bleeding sometime ago and he noted a slowly and steady rise in his health status. By his estimate, he would heal in a day or two. Faster with a few more potions in tbe mix.
Night had already fallen by the time he arrived near the gates. Two men flanked the gate from left and right. When Dravin drew near, one of the man's eyes lit as he smiled and waved his hand, then his smile froze as he saw Dravin limp and swagger.
"Master Dravin." The man cried and ran forward. Before he reached, he turned to other man and more shrieked than said, "Call the others, young Master is injured!"
...
When Dravin woke up, it was to the squeaking of the bed and grunts and moans. He turned his body slightly and all his nerves lit with pain. His foggy mind instantly cleared and he remembered his close brush with death today. He sighed in relief as he recognised the ceiling of the Chief's quarters.
He turned his head only to watched his mother and father engage in primal mating ritual. His mother was laying down with her ass raised up, her head buried in the mattress. His father towered above her, one foot on her head and while he drove his thick appendage in her asshole.
His mother moaned like a whore while his father grunted and slapped her bubbly ass.
Dravin watched with rapt attention, his enhanced body already healing the last vestiges of dooziness. By now he was and secure, of that he was sure. So it would do him better to watch his mother getting drilled instead of recalling that brush with the death.
It would seem that his parents had been going at it for quite a while, as his father grunted, driving his pelvis deep against his mother who shuddered a squirted liquid droplets from her quivering quim.
Karth took a deep breath and released an exhausted sigh, then slowly he withdrew his thick appendage from her gaping asshole.
His mother seemed equally as tired as she slowly slid atop the bed, her puckered rosebud leaking a stream of semen on the sheets.
"You are awake?" His father's voice pulled his eyes from his mother's butt and he turned to see him dressing in white furs and tying a rope around his hide-made-coat.
"Yes, I feel fine now." Dravin nodded his head and made to stand up. His motion creaked the bed beneath him and his mother looked toward him with her relived eyes.
"That's good, you can rest here for a while," Karth said. "I need to attend the meeting; Deep Forest Bears aren't meant to wander this far. Something is wrong and we need to be prepared. Rest well, son." And off he went.
Dravin looked at his departing back and sighed. It bad luck that he run into such a dangerous for, but his luck that saved him. Hopefully no one would have to face such risk again. Hopefully.
Cornelia whipped her hair around and used a cloth to wipe the sweat from her body and then her asshole. She didn't take away her gaze from her son while doing so.
Dravin felt heat coalesce near his groin area, his shaft growing rigid and thick. His eyes flickered from her eyes to her gigantic bosom then to her wild bush. It was a fantasy of Loraine to eat out her mother with a hairy pussy. Now Dravin would've to see if it suited his taste also.