"But you, big munstah, why are you scared of hoomans ?" asked Blue, her voice muffled by the tough sinews of raw boar meat she gnawed upon. The metallic tang of blood lingered in her nostrils, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest. Her delicate jaws worked tirelessly, struggling to tear through raw, stubborn flesh. The coarse texture of the meat scraped against her tiny teeth. Though unpleasant, the desperate hunger gnawing her inside compels her to keep eating.
Beside her sat a lumbering monster, an ogre over a hundred times her size, his massive form casting long, ominous shadows in the fading light of the day. Towering trees stretched towards the sky, their branches whispering secrets to the wind. The gentle rustle of leaves played a melodic accompaniment to their conversation, punctuated by the occasional chirp of a bird or the distant call of a woodland creature.
“Hoomans think ogres dumb and stupid munstahs,” the Ogre grumbled, his deep voice resonating like the rumble of distant thunder. He tore into a massive drumstick, the sound of crunching bones echoing through the air. The scent of roasted meat wafted around him, mending with the damp earthiness of the forest floor.
The savory aroma intertwined with the natural musk of the undergrowth, creating a tapestry of scents that filled the air. The Ogre’s rough, weathered skin absorbed the golden hues of the dying sunlight, casting an interplay of light and shadow that danced across his rugged features.
"Ogre ask you, widdle fwuffy, why did hoomans kick you ?" asked the Ogre.
Blue paused, her fluffy cheeks stained with tears. The memories haunted her more than any woodland monster ever could.
Blue’s fluffy fur, dulled by dirt and grime, shimmered in the warm glow, reflecting the soft hues of the waning light. The tang of decay hung in the air, a stark reminder of the filth that clung to her once-pristine fur. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of innocence and sorrow, their depths mirroring the pain that resided within her wounded soul.
“Mommeh no wike fwuffy no mo’,” Blue whimpered, her voice a fragile whisper carrying the weight of abandonment. The distant sound of water trickling over rocks filled the silence, its soothing melody contrasted to the ache in her heart. Tears welled up in her large, innocent eyes, glistening like dewdrops on a fragile flower. Each tear carried a shard of the pain she had endured, its salty taste mingling with the metallic tang of blood in the air.
The memories of torment echoed in Blue’s thoughts, wrapping around her like icy fingers. She recalled the day her world shattered, the moment her ‘mother’ turned her back on her. The echoes of cruel laughter and hurtful words reverberated in her ears, leaving behind invisible scars.
“Mommeh handed me to meanies,” she continued, her voice quivering with a mixture of sadness and confusion. The chorus near-silent symphony of chirps and buzzes create a backdrop for her solitary lament. The vibrant hues of the forest seemed muted as she huddled against Ygor’s large belly, seeking solace amidst the chaos of her existence.
“Stupid little shitbag,” one of the boys had taunted, his voice laced with venom, as he delivered a swift kick that sent Blue sprawling into the dirt. The taste of fear clung to her tongue as she lay in a fetal position, her breaths shallow and rapid. The earthy scent of the forest floor mixed with the stench of her own fear, creating a nauseating blend that filled her nostrils. Her soft bright blue fur was tainted by dirt and fecal matter.
“Fwuffy not stupid, fwuffy wuv’ mommah!” Blue exclaimed, her tiny voice quivering with desperation.
“Let’s cut off this shit-bag’s limbs, I wanna see her dance without them,” jeered another boy sadistically. “You like to dance, shit-rat?” he taunted, a knife glinting in his hand.
Just as the boys prepared to butcher the poor little creature, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The rhythmic pulse of terror reverberated through Blue’s tiny frame, amplifying the fear that had already consumed her. The world around her seemed to hold its breath, anticipation hanging heavy in the air.
A towering figure emerged from the depths of the woods, casting long, ominous shadows that stretched towards the boys. Its eyes glowed like embers with a fiery gaze piercing through their very souls. The earth quivered beneath its colossal form, amplifying the heartbeats that thundered within Blue’s chest.
“Monster!!!” the boys screamed in unison, their voices cracking with fear, their faces drained in color and filled with terror. Their legs carried them away, stumbling and tripping over roots as they fled, leaving the defenseless fluffy behind, a forgotten casualty of their own cowardice.
“Munstah, munstah!!!” Blue screamed, her tiny hooves flailing in a desperate attempt to fend off the towering behemoth that loomed before her. Her cries of despair echoed through the forest, blending with the rustle of leaves and the distant hooting of an owl. Each breath came in ragged gasps, the air heavy with the scent of her own panic, tinged with the undertones of decaying foliage.
But the giant, the Ogre, looked down at her with a mixture of pity and understanding. With hands that could crush mountains, he reached down, his touch surprisingly gentle. He scooped up the trembling creature, cradling her in the warmth of his massive palm. The rough texture of his skin pressed against her delicate form, contrasting with the softness of her fur, as if offering solace and protection in equal measure.
"You okay, widdle one ?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble that resonated with the soothing power of a distant waterfall. His words carried a melody that merged with the symphony of nature, harmonizing with the whisper of leaves and the distant trickle of water.
The soft pad of his thumb stroked Blue’s velvety fluff, its gentle caress like a soothing balm that melted away her fear.
Blue’s tears subsided. She stopped reminiscing and gazed into the Ogre’s eyes, finding solace within their depths. A glimmer of hope began to flicker within her wounded heart, like a tiny ember struggling to ignite a flame.
“Why did you save me, big munstah?” she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity and gratitude. The sound of her voice, once filled with trepidation, now floated on the air like the delicate whisper of a breeze.
The Ogre paused, his gaze distant as memories flickered behind his fiery eyes. The symphony of nature continued its enchanting tune, the rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds serving as an accompaniment to his tale.
“Ogre escapin’ from the 'metal people’,” he began, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate from the very depths of the earth.
“Ogre came across a poor, injured widdle one. Had to help,” he explained, a trace of sorrow seeping into his words. The scent of earth and ancient wisdom clung to his words, carried on the breeze like whispers of forgotten tales. “Mommah always said to always stand up for the widdle ones.”
Gratitude welled up within Blue’s heart, her fear gradually giving way to a sense of security. Her eyes, once filled with anguish, now sparkled with newfound hope.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her words mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves. The weight of her gratitude hung in the air, like the scent of fresh blossoms, filling the space between them with a fragile tenderness.
"What’s your name, big munstah ?" Blue asked, her voice now filled with a hint of playfulness, a spark of curiosity igniting within her. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the Ogre’s reply.
“Ogre name… Ygor,” he answered, his voice carrying a depth of emotion that resonated with the ancient trees. The syllables of his name danced upon the air, harmonizing with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant melody of a babbling brook.
“What about you, widdle one?” asked Ygor, his voice filled with genuine interest.
“Mommeh cawwed me shit-wat, shit-bag, but fwuffy don’t feel wight with it,” Blue confessed, her voice quivering with vulnerability.
Ygor’s expressive face softened and a warm smile spread across his strong face. "Let’s call you Blue… Ygor like your fur," he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of fondness.
Blue’s fluffy cheeks puffed up with a joyful smile as she embraced her newfound name.
“Bwoo,” she replied, the word rolling off her tongue with a childlike innocence. The air seemed to carry the echo of her newfound identity, as if the forest itself whispered her name with a sense of approval.
As Blue settled into the safety of Ygor’s embrace, a hollow bubbling sound echoed through the air, a symphony of hunger that emanated from her tiny frame. The fluffy’s stomach churned, a reminder of the limits of her own fragile existence. She winced in pain, collapsing to the ground, clutching her belly. The scent of her own hunger mingled with the earthy aroma of the forest, creating a poignant reminder of her vulnerability.
“You okay, widdle one?” Ygor asked, concern etched across his rugged face. The sound of his voice, filled with genuine care, intertwined with the melody of nature, as if seeking to ease her discomfort.
“Tummy huwties,” Blue sobbed, her voice filled with anguish and desperation. The scent of her tears, a mix of salt and vulnerability, blended with the earthy aroma of the forest, carrying her pain upon the breeze.
Unbeknownst to the poor Ogre, fluffies couldn’t digest raw meat, causing Blue great discomfort.
Meanwhile, a group of knights clad in gleaming armor, their presence a sharp contrast to the serenity of the forest, arrived at the village. The clanking of metal against metal reverberated through the howling winds, mingling with the rhythmic chirping of insects and the distant rustle of leaves. The villagers flocked to them, their footsteps crushing fallen leaves, seeking their aid, their voices a chorus of desperation and hope.
“My son was almost killed by a monster!” cried a woman, her voice trembling with fear as she cradled a scared boy in her arms—the very same boy who had tormented Blue. The scent of fear blended with the metallic tang of armor.
“SAVE US!” the villagers beseeched the knights for salvation.
“Calm down, we’re here to hunt down your monster, but we need your help,” the leader of the knights announced, his voice projecting authority and reassurance. His words carried the weight of their salvation, intertwining with the tension that hung in the air, as the village stood on the precipice of a battle they barely comprehended.
TEASER FOR CHAPTER 2: Witch
As Blue falls ill from the raw meat she consumed, Ygor must navigate the treacherous forest to seek the aid of Cornelia, the enigmatic forest witch. A misunderstood ogre, a wounded fluffy seeking solace, and knights poised for battle. Stay tuned for chapter 2 of Bwoo.
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