Monthol, covered in tears, sweat, and badly stitched together hide of his beloved minions. There was a new feeling in the air. This was a brand new day. Sure he got TKO'd by a chick in a maid dress, woke up to all his pets/servants/slaves having been sliced apart like livestock. Pretty-fucking-demoralizing.
Monthol, sighed. He had come to the realization that, while his home was trashed. Whatever that 'hero' had come here to do, he'd be screwed like If someone saw his shelled-ass hanging around the the castle, or rather ruins.
Fastening a headscarf and the multicolored-patchwork cloak he had made of his dear minions. He left at night, unwilling to be caught with his proverbial-pants down. He had once, and he swore he wouldn't do it again, he still had the mental scars of a "crazy-stalker-bitch" cat demi human that pried his shell open so 'she could get closer'.
Never again.
The night was beautiful. besides the smell of the recently tanned minion-skin that attracted flies, the fact that he was sick by cannibalization of some overweight gentleman who looked as if he were sweating just looking through his (empty) chests and bins.
The greasy face at first looked appealing, but once Monthol started to take bites out of his cooked long-pig, he started to feel queasy, of course Monthol should've skinned then cooked him, but Monthol was a lazy boy, and this lazy boy was hungry!
Maybe he wasn't as good of a cook as his old ma.
Come to think of it, Monthol had never been a really good cook, his Ma and Pa had always been better cooks than himself. His mother, bless her heart, was a hardworking innkeeper who raised him, sure his adopted parents were cannibals, but he loved em.
He loved em', but a growing boy notices changes in his inhuman body during puberty, and a young man who looked armoured traveling with two wanted-and-fleeing criminals was bigger giveaway than the fact that his Ma and Pa always had the same business in every town they set up their businesses. Infact they were always in the same positions too.
If it weren't stupid it would be horrifying to imagine how stupid and diconnected people are that they couldn't and still can't figure out theres an old couple wandering the city cooking and selling human meat to people.
Tears welling up in his evil little red eyes, Monthol missed his adopted parents. It's been years, and he's sure his adopted family wouldn't mind an extra pair of hands with them.
That is, if Monthol could even find his way out of the god-forsaken-forest. The scenary was pretty, sure, but the fact that he hates the dark, his only source of light is being filtered through the tree-line and the he could swear there was an extra pair of footsteps behind him.
He needed to get out of the forest.
---------Time Passes-----------
The day light faded into his view. Monthol's shelled face felt it through the visor/bone-mask. Monthol stretched, his spiked exoskeleton creaking as he limbered up.
It was a new day, his his shell relaxed over his limbs. it was like a muscle, it reacted to him. Kinda like riding a bike, or learning how to do a backflip, he could control the density of his 'shell' making it flexible, or thick enough to survive blows from strong opponents.
obviously it didn't do shit when he gets attacked by people who could just 'punch through' his flesh, sucked to suck, but in his little cold blackened heart, he was still gonna kick ass and take names. Or atleast try.
This time though, he's gonna make friends, and maybe focus less on feasting on inbred drug dealers as if he was a trailer park vampire. The path became clearer and clearer, through the clearing he saw the city he once lived in with his mum and pappy. The city, a city that was a marvel of today's technology, instead of ramshackle housing, it was buildings with many windows, he remembered his boyhood days, running around the city streets with his fellow urchins, eating with his mum and pappy, officially, he and his fellow urchins were orphans, but the kind cannibals took care of them. However Monthol, the freak of nature he was, didn't mind the human-cooking side of cannibalism. Made the choice of choosing between killing the kid, or risking being exposed to the public much easier, especially since there was photo proof he was gnawing at a leg bone like a wild dire dog.
Ahh, where did the time go?
The city of Urenos, it wasn't much. The border control was still as strict, apparently there was a disease spreading around from out east, something about a 'parasitic-takeover' occuring, raiders kidnapping and trafficking girls, women. It was unneeded to say how bad the rest of the world was. Monthol was approaching the city, and looked at his shell, and then at his patchwork-job of a cloak.
He realized how useless it was at hiding his form, it was like a huge man using a a leaf to hide his genitals, that and painful if it were the wrong sort of plant, like poison ivy. As he made his way to the border, he saw a bunch of booths, on one side was a guard, all wearing a standard Grey uniform with green stripes. Guards would either deny or allow entry, signaled by light that went off above the gate door.
As monthol
"Monty is that you bro?" Monthol heard, his eyes widened beneath his shell and saw a familiar face. It was Jerreth. He was pretty sure it was the formal version of Jerry.
"Hey man.. how's it going?" Monthol said, he hadn't seen him since the great bust of Ma and Pa. He remembered how everyone scrambled when the gunshots went off. He feared that his brothers, his sisters, that his family would have hated him for leaving Ma and everyone else behind.
Jerreth, wasn't particularly close to Monthol, but he smiled. "Well I won't say it's been easy.. but seeing that you smell like shit, and you look like you hadn't slept in days.. I'll let ya in.. but ya can't tell anybody I did this favour for ya. My boss would have my nuts, literally. The shit that goes down.. well I've said too much.. welcome home little bro."
But even as the gate opened, and ring of the light signaled him to enter.
It all felt like things were gonna get weird from here.