So I set off again on my journey. Yeah, I would hold those memories for a while. That was quite a night. I wondered if I would ever find myself back this way again. Probably not. Also, the world probably wasn't ready for the Ursos anyway. I continued to wander down the path, although the path seemed to be fading. It started blending in with the field I was walking into. The Furlord most likely set it up for the path to disappear to keep people from accidentally stumbling upon his experiment. If that was the case however, it didn't work to well as I seemed to find my way there. Or was I meant to? Was I lead there? Was it all part of some strange experiment by the Furlord to see how the Ursos interact with others? Or perhaps how others interacted with them. Who knew. I started to sing to myself as I walked through the filed of waist high grass.
As I walked, I realized that the only sound in the area other than a small breeze was my singing. No birds, no bugs, no wildlife at all. That was odd. There is always something. There are always birds singing, or bugs buzzing or some small animal scurrying. I lowered my singing and listened as I walked. I also slowed my pace. Then I stopped both activities all together. Something caught my eye. Something moved the grass, but there was no sound. It was a short distance away. I looked hard and sniffed the air. A foul stench grasped my nose with an overpowering punch. It was as rotted flesh. I knew that couldn't be good. Then the grass moved again, only this time it was accompanied by a rustling sound. I was frozen. Not sure if I should run or stand. I just sat and watched that spot. The evil smell accosted my olfactory system.
It was getting stronger and started moving toward me. Then it stood up out of the grass. It was a reanimated corpse! I tried to run but I was frozen by fear. My muscles just wouldn't move. I tried again and again to tell my feet to take flight. I even tried to scream but no sound came out. The zombie just lumbered toward me, intent on a meal. It would get me for sure and there was nothing I could do. Why wouldn't my legs just work! I didn't want to be zombie chow!
Then, out of no where, there was a whizzing sound and a breeze that flew right by my ear. The next thing I knew, there was an arrow sticking out of the zombie's head, right between it's eyes. Then another appeared in it's chest and finally one more in the zombie's throat. It fell over with a sicking squish-thud. A few pieces of putrefied flesh flew up and dropped back down like disgusting splashes of filthy water. I felt my breakfast come back up into my throat. I swallowed it back down, shuddering. Finally my muscles released and I was able to turn to see my savior.
The sun shone on him, making him gleam like a god. His look was confusing. Beneath the leather armor and behind the bow stood a Bastog. He was, well, tiger stock? Lion stock? Lion-Tiger? Lyger? Who cares, he was a beautiful sight. He strung his bow over his shoulder. All he wore on his chest was a leather harness and his legs were covered in leather armor which had seen much wear. On his back was a quiver which was well stocked with large sheaf arrows. He was very tall. Much taller than myself. I could not have asked for a more perfect specimen.
"Are you alright?" He asked. His voice was melodic and almost hypnotizing.
"I... I... I'm... Uh..." I couldn't even speak. I was tripping over every word.
"Well, other than that you seem to be physically quite well. And if you don't mind me saying so, you look very nice, for someone who was almost zombie food. Actually, I think you look a little tasty myself." He grinned.
Well, if I had to be killed and eaten, why not by a really sexy Bastog? "Well, if you must eat me, just let me prepare myself first." I sighed. I knew there was no way I was going to out run this one's arrows.
"By the Furlord! I didn't mean literally! What I meant was that I find you very cute. I would never let anything bad happen to you." He walked over to me. "You can call me Fuzzy. Everyone else does." He extended his paw.
"I'm glad to hear that. I wasn't really looking forward to being eaten today by anything. I'm Dusky, and you are super sexy! I usually don't go for Bastogs, but you are amazing." I grabbed his paw. He pulled me in and kissed me. I melted. Then suddenly that rotted flesh scent hit me again. "Can we get away from this corpse?" I chuckled a little.
"Yeah, let's get out of scent range at least." He laughed.
So we wandered off in the direction I was heading. He would occasionally pull lightly on my tail just to remind me that he was there. My pulse would flutter every time he did that. My heart raced with the anticipation of what was to come. As the sun was setting, and it was getting close to time to camp, he came and walked up beside me. "We should camp soon. It's getting late." Fuzzy said, giving me a look that made the butterflies in my stomach take flight.
So we set up camp, ate some dinner and then bedded down for the night. And what a night it was. The morning could never have come and I would have been a happy Furgar.
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