Voro regained consciousness with his face buried deep withing the goblin`s neck. His canine teeth inside the veins while his front row of teeth was crushing the throat.
Blueererhghgh
His body started to vomit even before he could move away from the goblin. Gagging and gasping for air while his stomach repulsed and tried to remove what he just consumed, Voro was spasming and rolling on the ground.
Eventually it stopped enough for him to get up and hang on to a tree. The feeling of hunger was returned, but in a completely normal manner now. The worst part about this, was the fact that he managed to vomit out nothing.
No blood or flesh. Everything went down the hatch and was now being digested by his bowel. His mind was rejecting the process, but his body did not. It liked it.
It liked it so much, that even though Voro just ate a living and thinking creature, his brain was releasing dopamine on crazy levels. The mouth was stuck in a blood-green covered grin, his heart beating fast and adrenaline pumping through his veins.
The body of a predator was enjoying its prey.
'I...I...need something....normal' He went to find his way back to his stuff, the small mud hut he left in a hurry. On his way he had an unnatural feeling, of both having a blurred vision and insanely detailed elements in it. Branches among the leaves were a brown streak, while the bird among them had a tiny feather sticking out of its tail.
Scratch marks on a tree, and marks of a large animal crossing the place.
Bird shit on the rocks.
And traps. Rudimentary wood and rope with a bit of meat or fruit as bait. Clearly the work of the goblin hunters from the village. Voro had a moment of clarity when he found this, and he quickly dismantled the trap and took the vine rope with him. Just in case.
He found the hut after a long time in the woods, enough for the sun to rise and illuminate the area. Inside the hut, he gulped his whole water bottle and ate a cold pre-packed meal. The taste of the goblin still lingered on his tongue, but at least the meat he ate was just normal pork with a proper sauce. Normal, human food.
The longer he ate and cleaned himself up, the more properly his brain worked. No hunger and no blood lust, instead he tried to remember more details, words, goblin tools and their numbers. Then ideas started to come. How to handle them, and how to get to the one annoying old goblin in the middle of the village.
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Goblin village had transformed in a matter of one night.
The perimeter had been filled with torches and wooden crude barricades. Children gathered into a few huts and doors to those were locked with logs.
The main fire has been made into an even taller one with its flames reaching beyond the tree line. And the shaman has been watching it all from his grand house position such, that he could see most of the village from his private chair.
All the hunters were gathered here, preparing weapons, arrows, traps and even clothing. Even gatherers were changing their bags into leather armor for the more fight experienced ones.
Some were sitting on top of their huts with bows ready to shoot anything that enters the village.
But a few of them still had to go out to hunt, the food was not limitless if they were staying in one place. Hunting parties were going out as scarily as possible and came back quickly whenever they found meat.
One of such parties just went into the forest, led by a scarred hunter with a decade of life under his belt, he goes by the name Garbonk given to him by the previous village shaman.
And Garbonk knew what he had to do - bring food for his child. A growing boy needs meat. And well, the only place to get any is outside the safety of the village.
So the party went out into their well-known hunting grounds, the paths of deer and bulls, rivers of fish and holes with rabbits. They hid in the bushes at sight of one beautifuln piece of walking dinner.
Garbonk pulled the string and shot, the wooden twig flew into the grass beneath it.
The deer raised it head but after a while put it back down and ate the grass.
Garbonk exhaled slowly with peace, and pulled another arrow.
He waited, pulled and...
The deer ran off after it heard noise from the nearby bushes.
Garbonk was the one that made it. He screamed and shot his arrow into what he believed to be a dark wolf that just bit and grabbed one of the hunters. 4 of the surviving members scudded together and took out the knives. The leader put on another arrow and watched.
The dark wolf, now clearly taller than it should be, ran right past them. And again but on their side. Then again, but they could not see where, it was only the sound.
And again, but now the sound their heard was on of them being pulled out of the group again.
3 of them moved back to a large tree, so that they had no back side to attack.
But they left their heads wide open as a shadow dropped from the branched and snapped on of their spines like a twig on landing. It disappeared like a blur just as fast as it appeared.
Garbonk had know the only way to survive. He dashed towards the open field where the deer once peacefully ate his dinner and the 2 hunters could maybe stand a chance.
Pardon me, 1 hunter only now, but he made it to the field. Now without any trees and bushes to hide at, the dark creature had to come at him, face to face.
And when it did, Garbonk saw the thing that killed his party and recognized it immidetaly
The White One was here.
"YOU...YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS" And shot his arrow at it
The White One took it. He simply took it from the ground after it hit him and bounced of his dagger. It looked at it for a second, studied it and then crashed it without a problem.
"YOU...MONSTER!!!"
He blurred and showed up at his face, and tilted his own in confusion
"Monuseteeruu?" The white one tried to repeat the word it heard
"Yes" Gorbank slowly reached for his dagger. "MONSTER"
And stabbed him.
Well, tried to stab him. His dagger was slapped out of his hand before he could touch him
"AAA" it said again "Monster" Now with much better pronunciation, it repeated the word while simultaneously pushing a silver dagger through Gorbank`s chest.
This was the end of one the oldest, wisest and most experienced hunter in the goblin village.
Dead where his prey once died from his bows, now being the prey himself.