Let's see, counting my years of experience, my centuries worth of training in the abyss, my toned body, my pain endurance, I would say I have about sixty-five percent to defeat the beast.

Not

For god's sake, the beast is double my height, 166 cm, and not to mention he's lived his whole life hunting. If I had to guess, there's a one out of fifteen chances I would survive. Win? One out of one hundred. Yea, its low

He jumped at me while I was thinking useless things, I barely dodged. He then turns at me 180 degrees and swiped a fast one with his paws. I barely dodged that one too. Let's see, the only thing I could take advantage of is his size, to him, I look like the squirrel he ate, but to me, he looks like a giant furry beast hungry for nourishments.

I ran to his back, and he turns with me, great. And we spin and spin. I'm getting tired already after the third spin. I dashed to his back and grappled his bushy back. He turns and spins to catch me, meanwhile I climbed upwards, near his shoulders. Ah, how blissful his back is, fluffy and warm, I could snuggle here forever, but the situation calls otherwise.

He tries to reach me using his arms, but the arms aren't flexible enough. I then bite his back, while my hands dig nails inside his skin. I don't know if this will do damage, but the injuries bleed, so that's a start. I feel like I'm playing Shadows of Colossus here. I'm guessing a spurt of blood will come out soon

And it did, some of it got sprayed on my face. Gross. The beast is confused, he thinks I ran away, the bleeding on his back is probably unnoticeable, at most, it would be like a mosquito's bite.

The blood accidentally entered my mouth, and it tasted good. No, no, no. Blood shouldn't tasted good, in fact, I shouldn't even drink blood. But the idea sounds..... Enticing.

Ah who cares!

I slurped on his blood. Oh god, its delicious! Let me rephrase that. Its friggin good. My nails are prying his injuries open for me. And more red liquid spurts

And I drink, drink and drink. If the wounds dry of blood, I open up a new one.

While I feast on his blood, the beast is trying to scratch his back, but proved futile. If one of his claws get near, I scotch away. And continue drinking.

After about thirty minutes, his back is stained with crimson, riddled with flesh openings. The beast looks sleepy and tired. I feel full now, so I'll stop. Thanks for the meal

He slumped like a tree got chopped down. I could faintly hear someone says "Timber~"

I hopped down from his body, and inspect him closer. He has a large lush golden mane, a lion's face, the buffed body, and two hind legs. His whole body is covered with yellow fur. A typical lion with a Human body.

Yosh~ first battle was easy. Well a bit too easy. But now what to do with him?

Kill him you say? My heart can't withstand the burden of taking a life, even if the life isnt sentient. What, you thought I was a heartless hero beating those bullies. Yeah, I beat them so that every inch of their body would hurt, but never too far so that they would be crippled or died. I have a soft heart that hardens on baddies, neat isn't it?

I'm gonna take him as a pet, I would love to sleep with him as a pillow

Yeah, maybe my mind broke a bit.

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Author's Note : In a place without Internet, except sometimes. Thanks for reading!