Greetings guys, this chap I decided to release today, even though I was going to keep writing and make it a longer chapter and just release tmrw. Buuuuut I didn't really feel like it, lol :D Hope you enjoy!

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------In the outskirts of the Elf territory on a mountainside----

*Whoosh* *plop*

“Oof!”

That is the 25th time I have slipped dropped from a damn tree after jumping. Each time I would make it farther by about 20 yards then slip, lose balance and end up kissing the ground with my face and have to restart. In those stories how the hell did Tarzan do this shit? And he even used vines! There are no vines in this forest unfortunately, nor are there friendly gorillas who will give you a lighthearted wrestle to cheer you up.

There are hidden ninja’s but I would rather fall off the empire state building than tussle with those shadow walkers. Well, if I could even get back to Earth where the tower even is. Not like I want to anyways.

Breaking me out of my dazed stupor is a blood curdling scream that would make my synthetic looking skin get goosebumps if it weren’t, you know, synthetic-ish. Not stopping for a plan to think about, I immediately sprint towards the sound.

My legs going on auto-pilot while my mind is spinning on what to do when I get there, a clearing opens up to show a waterfall and a small sandbank. On the sand fighting for dear life is a woman, probably 19-20 years old with a face full of fear like she’s seen the devil himself. What she is looking at is a mystery to me, until I follow her eyesight.

About 20 yards away is a boar with tusks that that threaten to shred you to bits without so much as a flick. It’s eye’s also glint with a need for easing its appetite with a fresh produce of scared-humanoid-meat. Not to mention the sloppy drool hanging from its chin. The boar almost the height of a horse and how it’s able to stand with those stubby legs is beyond me.

It notices the new walking meat entering the clearing and looks in my direction. Apparently it thinks it’s his lucky day, a two-piece combo; one medium-well steak with the added lean beef. Unfortunately the lean beef doesn’t intend to stand there and get devoured.

I lower my body and get in a sprinting stance, and just like an Olympic runner, take off at the start of my ‘mental gunshot’. Except unlike an Olympic runner, the speed I’m going is twice as fast with my enhanced leg muscles. The boar seeing that I am rushing towards him, also starts doing his hobble-sprint looking combination. Seeing it run like that puts a glint in my eyes that sees him as food too. Let’s name him Porky.

Traversing the distance between me and him at high speed we meet each other in what Porky thought would be a clash of two hungry animals, however I have other plans. Using my leg strength I jump in the air 5 feet in an arc collide with both feet right on top of Porky’s head.

Caught off-guard and unbeknownst to him until the last moment, I had morphed the skin on my heel and toes into that of a makeshift 5 fingered eagle’s claw. Also shredding my boots in the process. Making sure the skin was as sharp as I could resembling talons I sink both skin-talons on the heels of my foot right into its eyes. My 10 toes scrunched up to point downwards extend into its neck.

Using the momentum still attained from the jumping forwards earlier, I do a quick body tuck in, breaking the neck of Porky in the process. With a satisfied thud of his body and a growl from my stomach I totally forget my surroundings thinking about cooking Porky until:

“AHHHHH Help!!!”

The lady that brought me here in the first place squeals like Porky when he was alive. Wondering what the hell could possibly be hurting her now, I look back in time to see familiar ninja’s holding her in a beheading-execution-style position.

“Whoa guys what the hell are you planning?! I was about to cook Porky and have a pow-wow with her!”

“My apologies sir, but we need to execute her.” He turns to one of the other ninja’s who pulls her hair back revealing pointy ears. Huh. Well, shit. Maybe I can come up with some explanation that would be accepted by these bloodthirsty maniacs.

They definitely won’t let her go back to wherever she comes from. Also a lover wouldn’t work either. Something like ‘Yo guys, race equality, MLK, I’ve got a dream where this Elf sleeps with me.’ That wouldn’t blow over well. I also just got here so I don’t really have a right to go around tossing weight (not in a literal sense) even if I am ‘Clan Head’.

The way I see it the most hypocritical and extreme method of what I just said is to take her as a slave. Gramps said slavery is legal in Draastifar. It would also ensure her safety.

“Okay I think a good idea if I take her back as a slave.”

Silence. Just the crickets in the background. And a soon-to-be pork chop on a plate.

“Sir I didn’t realize you like the woods that much. Elves are like the life of the woods. After how many times you fell off the trees I would think you would want to storm the Elf capital and light it on fire.”

I try to stifle a laugh but fail miserably, while the elf girl is still trembling even worse after hearing the last bit of that.

Ugh, one thing I forgot about. What will happen when Melody hears about this? There could be a drought in my bedroom for a whole month.

“Yeah I know, but I don’t really want to see her die, and if we have her as a slave she can work around the castle. She should be of use. Ah but leave her here, you guys can stay if you want too. I’m going to try and skin Porky and make some food.”

“By your will, sir!” The ninja's decided to leave though. But not before handing us the necessaries to prepare the food.

After getting some fire starting supplies and using my arm as a skinning knife I make sure not to puncture the gut, and cut out the flank. I also skin the legs then cut them off so I can cook them too. Then I spend a good amount of time cutting branches off of a couple trees. Which took forever since they are elven trees and super durable. Making a crude grill took a while but for the most part the whole process was quick and it tasted damn good too.

When I was about to call out to the elf woman I realized I haven’t asked her name yet.

“Um, so what is your name?”

“Usually the person gives their name first before asking.”

Ugh, society’s manners. I fail on that part. Can’t really blame me either.

“My name is Jared Bane.”

Judging by the look on her face, it seems she figured out who I am. Or rather, who my family is.

“M-my name is Allianna.”

“Then I’ll call you Ally since it’s easier.”

“Muu~, Elves take pride in their names…”

That was sort of cute. Argh not time to get side tracked.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t let you go free. If it was up to me I would give you back your freedom.”

“It’s ok, I don’t have any family anyways. Not anywhere I need to be either.”

Hmm, she’s just like I was before coming here.

“Well now you’re my ‘slave’ so you have a place you need to be, and I’m sorry about the family thing. I don’t think I can help you there.”

“It’s ok.”

As I walk go back to tending to the fire I thought I heard ‘I’ll figure something out’. Nah, maybe I was just hearing something else.