#ultraloewe

*This man looks like his granddaughter might be called Juliana, but no-one can be sure about that, really.

They will.

“A future for all of us.”

Unacceptable. There are two dying people inside of the old ruin and even though the orc in front of him, almost twice his size, looks powerful and menacing, Shoo must defy such a silly command. “You’re wrong,” he tells the old warrior and slips into the ruin next to him, and then an angry orc is trying to kill him while Shoo just wants to cure the orc’s comrades. It all turns out well in the end and they share a piece of bread over a fire, though.

The light blares at it as loud as the loudest sound and as bright the brightest candle. It makes a noise of displeasure and steps back in confusion. A magical light! Where does it come from? It seems to come from every direction, assailing it with its abhorrent clarity and somber warmth at the same time. “Turn it off,” it says as calmly as possible while all it wants to do is rage.

Togo glares at her, but Ränzel can’t help but touch the fur. The kitten begins to purr louder than an entire battalion of orcs. She strokes it, tenderly, and the purring starts to vibrate in her very bones, that is how loud it feels. Togo’s glare grows milder the longer Ränzel stays silent, but she doesn’t notice, she only notices the soft fur between her fingers.

Sometimes she feels like she’s crawling in her skin; life is horrible like this! She is still too small to terrorize more than half a dozen of humanoids and ever since mom left, she has had no one on her level of intellect to actually talk to. Sure, her lava’s warm and her hoard is alright, but that’s no way for a self-respecting dragon to live, she should burn down entire cities and listen to the populace screaming in horror!!!! But it’s not the time yet. In the meantime, she will take what she has, she thinks as she crunches on a juicy Human leg, with the bones splintering audibly. Comfort food will have to do. For now.

The people’s screams still ring loud in his ears. He left his grand-children with his witch of a son-in-law and he left his extremely well-maintained garden with absolutely magnificent hyacinths and he left his shanty choir and for what? For an exploding city, annoying tieflings, a cursed fort, and a one thousand gold pieces a month? This was a mistake, the biggest mistake of his life, he thinks as he urges his horse to run away as fast as possible. Hopefully his hyacinths are still blooming.