I see a massive bear the size of my dome on its two hind legs, banging and scratching at the dome, looking at the stairs of my porch with hungry eyes and also annoyed and angry snarls. Walking down the path, his eyes turn to me, seeming angrier but curious about what he is looking at. I crouch, turning my back to the beats, making it bang on the dome hard. I look under my porch, not knowing there was space for something to hide under it. I see a small white wolf now, surprised.
"Hey there, buddy, its okay. You can come out now," I said in a soft whisper.
It curled deep into himself, ignoring me so I had an amazing idea food that might get him to trust me a bit. So I walked back in, ignoring the bear monster, and cooked some meat I had in the freezer after waiting a bit for it to defrost. Not adding any strong seasoning might hurt his stomach and cut it up. Walking back out, I place the food near him, not to far or too close. I walk back in to finish a book I was reading. Once dark, I walk out, noticing the beats have left. I see the plate licked clean, but not the pup fucking Dine & Dashers. When I see that pup,.
*Woof*
Confused, I looked behind me I see it walk towards me from where my shed was I see it smile while walking towards me. Once at my feet, it niffed my feet and scratched at my pants leg, whining, I crotched down and pick him up as he licked my face.
"Aren't you trusting, pal? I mean, I did give you food, but what if I am just fattening you up to get eaten?" I said, putting on a scary smile and thinking of pasta to make my mouth drool.
He started to bite on my arm, but he is so weak that I just laughed, growling as it pushed me away with his paws. I just harder laughed at his reaction as I carried him in. I placed him on the couch as I went to the kitchen to make some food. I am hungry for some pasta, and I could make some steak for the pup; I just needed to cut it up last time. After an hour or so of preparing food and cooking, I walk out to the dining room, placing my plate on the table and his on the floor I then wake up in the living room. Instead of a pup, I see a small, naked child with snow white hair and tan skin looking back at me as I freeze.
"Am I going to catch a case?" I said out loud as he just turned his head to the side, confused. "Nothing; I have some food for you. Come here," I said as he stood up, thanking my lucky stars that he understood what I said.
Making our way to the dining room connected to the kitchen, I pick up his plate and place on the table. "Okay, you eat; I will get you some clothes, okay," I said, smiling as I made my way up the stairs. Going to one of the rooms, I had hoped to be in a nice room similar to mine. Going to the lounge, I see many people, from women to kids, picking simple pants, undergarments, and a shirt, along with some sandals. Walking back down the stairs, I see him in my seat, eating my pasta He turned red from being caught.
"I'm sorry, Hungry," he said in broken English.
"Its fine; just put this on, but first take a shower," I said, handing him the clothes and pointing to the bathroom near the stairs.
Going to the kitchen and getting me another plate of pasta, I walk back out he comes back I think I know why. "You don't know how, right?" I said this as he nodded, sighing. I placed my food down and went to help. Then I helped him dry off and change. I then placed him in the living room as I ate my food, not before turning on the record player as it played some violin solo.
Once done, I walked out after cleaning the dish and putting away leftovers I see him sleeping on the couch, picking him up, so I placed him in one of the rooms upstairs. I'm reading a fantasy-romance novel i got from the peddler about some guy becoming a knight and falling in love with the princesses Some cliches, but good nonetheless. Once it got dark, I went up to my room and went to sleep.
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Waking up, I felt a weight on my chest. Looking down, I see the wolf-kid sleeping on me in his wolf form. "Hey, wake up. I need to practice," I said as I moved him as he cutely yawned in his wolf form. No in the living room, I get into the meditation pose. after an hour or so, I went out to train with my sword and then work out as I ran laps After three hours, I rested on the porch when he came out and sat next to me.
"What? You want to tell me something?" I then patted him on the back.
"Yes, I want a parent. You want a child," he said as he looked away. His voice broke near the end.
Now confused "Who are your parents?" I asked, needing to know how to answer.
"Father left me; Mother died because of me," he said in not-so-broken English.
"OK, I will be your parent but you must listen to me," I said as he turned with tears in his eyes at me then jumped at me hugging me as he cried.
'Wow, what a fast transition,' I thought as I hugged him back. It's only been a few months, and I have a son. Damn, how old am I again, barely entering my twenties?
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Its been three months since I taught Torrent my son English who soaked it up like a sponge after I taught him about magic and he had his core unlocked so I gave him a book of affinities and how to know what you have and left him to his own devices. while I traveled through the dungeon, which I found out sucked, as every time I came back, it respawned the monster I knew, but more I kept getting out and going in without beating it, the goblins got stronger now with armor and better fighting skills and more accuracy and stronger spells, it made it a pain in the ass to explore.
I got a new weapon from the peddler, a Rapier, which my son liked, but it was to big for him, so I asked for a wooden one for now and bought an instruction book on it where I got the money. While I was looking around the house, I saw a bunch of money in the back of my closet with a note on it.
[You found me :)]
With a smiling face on it and a bunch of golden coins, I went through every closet with the same note and bag of coins, so I am extremely rich right now.
*BANG* *BOOOOOOM*
Confused I ran out of the building, making it to the front I see Torrent looking scared as I massive ~
To Be Continued. . . .