Milk of Human Kindness

@publickpipcr​ - cont. from here 

The giant green man stood in a clad of armor, fashioned from parts of cars he found around the Commonwealth. Like many of his brother’s, this was a form of protection from blunt weapons and most ballistics.  He had learned much from his Human companion, some that he had  heard called, The Sole Survivor. He didn’t understand the title, and  would never remember to call them that. Human was simple. It was  what the Human was. 

As he asked the other, who was down and out for the fight; who had done this to her in the first place, she immediately threw the blame at  her brother’s. The gash and wound was big, and made him feel indifferent  towards her. Sure, the blood made him lick his lips; and sure if this was  any other human he would have surely finished the job his brothers failed to do. Seeing as he hadn’t eaten in a good few hours, he was a bit hungry. But this human was special to the one he respected. So he didn’t eat  anything that came and went to Sanctuary Hills. 

‘Alright big guy, take it easy now…..,’ 

   "Sounds good. I bet some of the Red     Rockets or mechanic shops inside the     city still have tires around… I’m ready to     go if you are.“  She hadn’t scavenged anything beyond the basics around Boston, not having the strength to carry back any tires or longer planks of wood that they might need to make a better, more functional bed.  Granted, she rarely had Strong with her when scavenging within  the city. Shrugging to herself, Laura began walking towards the settlement’s entrance, assuming the Super Mutant would either follow or grab whatever he wished to bring first.

↳ ☢ “ Strong go with Human.                   --Find tires. Hmm. ” ☠ ↵

                   [ You have gained Strong’s ‘Beserk’ Perk ] 

Kana looked at the ragstag with a little sympathy, maybe it was the animal in her, but her stomach was also growling. It would be better if she just put the thing out of it’s misery, it was barely breathing… So, she pulled out the combat knife from her hoister, and went towards it. It wasn’t making an effort to run anymore. She raised the knife and brought it down into it’s chest, aiming for the heart.                    “ Ah, does Strong know how to start a fire?                           –We need a fire to cook the two-head. “ She said, now puncturing the throat to led out even more blood. They couldn’t cook this thing filled with blood, well… they could, but it would take longer. He said something about making it taste good, but that required spices, and she only had salt and pepper on her she stole from some restaurant.

No matter how many times he killed, Strong couldn’t help feel the rush  of the hunt. Like it was his first, like it would never be his last. He knew  with every kill, it would mean it was one less weak in the world, and  one more Strong. He stood over the Two-Head, meeting eyes with the  creature, hands reaching down around it’s antler’s and in the simplest  way possible, ripping one of it’s heads off it’s neck. The other struggling from the pain. Strong simply stomped on the neck until it couldn’t breath,  the pain from loosing it’s other head and being suffocated let it finally die. 

↳ ☢ “ Strong know how. But cat make useful.                    --Cat make fire. Strong let Two-head die.             Tear two-head into pieces. What piece does cat want ? ” ☠ ↵

Like Strong said, he began to tear away at the Two-Headed beast, ripping the all ready dead corpse until it was nothing but a caracas. He left the heads aside, he never liked looking his food in the face. Something that always  unsettled him, he never knew why. The hooves were off, and most of the feet, keeping the legs in tact and attached to the main body. 

"How can you read this? There's no pictures."

"Some people use their imagination."

"This is the day your dreams come true."

"Well there's the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep."

"As I always say, 'if it's not Baroque, don't fix it'."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you have feelings for this monster."

"He's no monster. You are!"

"Enchanted? Who said anything about the castle being enchanted?"

"You are positively primeval."

"I warned you never to come here! Do you realize what you could have done?"

"I've come for my father. Please, let him out! Can't you see he's sick?"

"Wait! Take me instead!"

"Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle."

"For beauty is found within."

"If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken."

"For who could ever love a beast?"

"I've been burnt by you before."

"By the way, thank you for saving my life."

"It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking."

"I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first, I'd better go in there and propose to the girl."

"It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair, as the dining room proudly presents: your dinner."

"She's so beautiful and I'm...well...look at me."

"You can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up. Try to act like a gentleman."

"There's a stranger here."

"Come on out and fight!"

"Did you honestly think she'd want you when she had someone like me?"

"Impress her with your rapier wit."

"I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night but he said he'd make it worth my while."

OutOfCharacter ;; Munday Questions

♥ - Besides fictional characters, is there someone you love?

Strong did have a point, humans did ‘tinker’ a lot, and humans who tinkered too much ended up dead. Wow, she hadn’t expected some intellectual conversation from a super mutant, but here Strong was giving Kana a life lesson. –Still, didn’t stop the cat from being curious. Kana kept a low profile, her ears twitching at the top of her head, as she looked to the ragstags up ahead, it was with a ragdoe. He seemed to be aiming for the much larger one. Soon, they were walking after the tow-headed creature, hopefully it passes out or dies soon.                               “ Should I start the fire and skin the ragstag?                                     How do you like to eat the Two-head? “

Strong only knew one human who gained his respect. One that  fought fiercely, but despite their decisions, he respected what  they taught Strong. One thing they taught Strong, was how to hunt properly. Despite what his brothers did, which was to literally hunt them down by running after them.

↳ ☢ “ Strong like skin. Fur get in teeth.                     --Maybe Cat make Two-Head taste good.             Brothers not know how. Only taste bland. ” ☠ ↵ 

The super mutant knew not to go after the doe, it was too tiny and young. If he let it go, perhaps it would grow older and get bigger. That’s what  he wanted, actually. He began to follow the trail until he came across  the Radstag still moving. But it was barely moving at this point, the  blood had pooled around it’s body as it laid on it’s belly. Waiting  for god knows what to show. 

Katherine slipped her hand behind her coat, easing her fingers over the grip of her handgun. She met super mutants before who were cognitive, but not enough to count on one hand. The odds were against her, but Katherine was never one to fear or disregard a challenge.

She rounded the corner slowly, looking up to him. He was bigger than she initially imagined. She held up both hands, trying her best to end this tense stand off peacefully.

“I’m just a medic passing by… I don’t mean to cause any alarm.”

Strong’s eyes locked onto the other human. Trigger finger feeling mighty itchy at this point, and although he wanted nothing more  than to pull that trigger and unload some bullets; he didn’t. The  Sole Survivor had asked him not to kill any Humans passing  through. Teeth gritted at the thought of lowering his weapon,  but he did it any ways. 

↳ ☢ “ Bah. Human waste of time any ways. ” ☠ ↵ 

“Really? I thought the materials would be able   to hold… Alright, big guy, I guess we gotta find  some tires. Maybe concrete, too, for a base…" She wasn’t overly worried about his frustration, considering how she would feel if her bed collapsed while she was on it. Definitely cranky in the morning, to say the least. Laura considered the possible places they could go for materials; the first to come to mind was the Red Rocket, but it had been thoroughly stripped, so it may not even have concrete. Hangman’s Alley was virtually untouched, though. 

“So, Strong, wanna take a trip to the city?”

↳ ☢ “ Red Rocket not have tires.                  --Strong find many metals there. But not             tires. Bah. Brothers or Humans must have              taken all ready. We go to city. ” ☠ ↵

It wasn’t so much that Strong wanted to be comfortable, it was  the fact that Strong couldn’t sleep on the floor. Psychologically, it  reminded him of the first time he became a Super Mutant. Although  he himself did not remember anything prior to the experience, nor  did he remember transforming into the giant beast he is now; but  he did experience some traumatic flashbacks like all Super Mutants. This lead to a lot of his frustrations, and which is what caused a lot  of his anger to come out quickly.