START OF CHAPTER TWO

A few hours later...

As the two had been walking for the past four hours, they agreed it would be best that they stop and set up shop for the night. Ariad searched for wild game, as she was more accustomed to the hunt due to being a feral child for about six months, and Brafez looked for both shelter and kindling for a fire.

After Brafez had found adequate shelter for the night, he searched for Ariad, only to find her back at the shelter. She proclaimed, and I quote, "Hey, I found this bitchin' shelter!" to which Brafez mentally face palmed.

Putting the minor annoyance off to the side, Brafez studied the shelter. It was a rocky outcropping, with a pool of water under two, rocky staircase-like...cosas. That's things in Spanish. The more you know! Above the pool was a cave, and from the looks of it, it was a good cave. Not like those other, shit-tier caves. No, this was a cave fit for a king. Or, you know, two young teenagers.

Wow, that doesn't seem that bad of an idea for an erotic story.

Two hormonal teenagers, stuck in a cave.

They fuck.

The end.

Brafez sighed, shouldering the bundle of branches and walking up to the cave, using the...cosas as a staircase. He lay the bundle down in the eight-by-eight space, summoning a fireball and lighting the kindle on fire. Now who would do that to a good piece of machinery?

Puns aside, Ariad entered the sixteen-by-sixteen cave hefting seven deer carcasses over her shoulder. Brafez raised his eyebrows at the sight, and in response Ariad slammed her catches into the rocky ground, gesturing towards her pelvic region with both hands. "Boom." She said, wearing that damned smirk.

Brafez rolled his eyes at the gesture, taking out a spear from the device known only as Scene Transition, handing it to Ariad. Minding the four-by-four cave, she stripped the deer of their meat and impaled them on the spear, holding the spit-roast over the fire. Brafez looked around their rocky abode, noted its ever expanding and shrinking dimensions, and promptly ignored it.

He took the stick from Ariad, having his turn at spinning.

"So, where do you come from?" Brafez asked, looking up at her.

"Well, I snuck in on a boat to [Dragon continent]. But if you're asking where I was born, about 80,085 miles from here. Small mining village, all Fauna. Burned down after...it burned down. I'm the only survivor." Ariad said, shrugging slightly.

"I'm sorry." Brafez replied, his tone solemn. "Have any other family?"

"Yeah. My aunt over in Menagerie, along with my identical cousin. You?"

"Dead."

"Oh, well, small shitty world, am I right?"

"Yeah, you could say that..." Brafez said, his hands clenching slightly.

"So..." Ariad said, not sure how to proceed. "What do you do? In your spare time, that is."

"I read, train, think about why we're here..." Brafez shrugged, closing himself up.

"Surely that can't be all."

"Well...I regularly...participate in...extracurricular activities." Ariad raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her face. "Helps to...relieve stress."

"Not to mention it feels damn good when you do it." Ariad quipped, sitting down next to him. "Alone?"

"I...have a friend. We're psychically linked. It helps." he muttered that last part.

"Nice. All I've got is Calypso and my imagination." Ariad blew air out her mouth, brushing aside a stray strand of hair from her forehead.

"Why...are we talking about this?" Brafez asked aloud, looking at her.

"Dunno. You started it."

"Yeah, I did." he admitted, nodding in agreement.

"What's tha- oh fuck." Ariad said, looking past him at the cave entrance. Brafez raised his eyebrows, looking in the direction she was.

"Oh fuck indeed." Brafez responded, breathless.

At the cave entrance stood a Diaskijút, a dragon-wyvern hybrid with wings on its arms, legs, and back, with seven sets of horns sprouting from the bone-mask on its face, along with seven tails ending in mace-like masses of cartilage. It was extremely deadly, able to take out even the most experienced hunters with a single swipe of its tail or claws, and its only weakness was the power of boners. And to make things even worse, it was staring right at them, and their food.

So, in essence, they were fucked.

That is, until the most badass, awesome, and supremely overpowered character appeared, known as...Plot Convenience?

Yes! The Diaskijút was merely hungry, its serpentine tongue reaching into the cave and taking the spit-roast with it as it left, with the expression, "See ya later, fuckers." almost able to be heard from the Grimm as it left. Brafez sighed with relief, sliding down the cave wall and laughing at the near-death experience.

"Dude, what the fuck?! That bitch took our food! Scratch that, your food, cause I already ate." Ariad moved to go after the Grimm, stopping as Brafez almost tripped her.

"Don't. I'd not rather have you die going after a dragon." Brafez stated, sealing the entrance up with his gauntlets.

"Very well. I just didn't want you to go hungry." Ariad quipped, sighing and sitting down on the other wall opposite of him.

"Thanks, it's nice to know you care." Brafez replied, smiling at her. "Good night."

"You're going to sleep?" Ariad asked, an incredulous look on her face.

"Yes."

"Very well. See you in the morning." Ariad said, watching as he fell asleep. After a few minutes, the same spell fell over her, her eyelids growing heavy.

Hey! A small girl's voice called out, startling her.

Dust! Don't do that! What do you want, Innocence?

Do you like him like him?

No. Maybe. Just a little bit.

Why don't you sleep with him?

I swear, kit, taken out of context.

Hello. An obnoxiously monotonous voice said, making Ariad sigh.

Hello Grey? How's our resident psychotic monster?

Was that a joke?

...yes.

Oh.

Ariad face-palmed, letting her head fall between her knees as she slowly drifted off to dream land.

The morning...

Ariad woke first, and was well-rested to boot. She hadn't slept in a long time, due in part to her being on the run for the past five months. She rose languidly, cracking her back and rolling her shoulders. Walking out of the cave, Ariad looked down at the pool of water, an idea springing to mind.

Looking behind her and seeing that Brafez was completely out of it, Ariad swiftly stripped and threw her clothes on to the rocks surrounding the pool. She then went back into the cave before sprinting out and falling down, hitting the water with a splash.

Ariad resurfaced seconds later, her eyes wide open and her mind snapped awake.

"Ahhh~, haven't had a bath in quite a while. Sure, it's cold as fuck, but at least I'm somewhat clean now." Ariad mused, paddling over to the water's edge and resting against it, her breathing calm and collected. After a few minutes, Ariad hauled herself up on to the rocks, lying spread-eagle and drying herself off in the sun.

Feeling satisfied with the dryness of her front, she flipped over on to her chest, pulling herself over to the water's edge. Ariad hummed an old tune, tracing her reflection in the water with a slender finger.

Brafez snapped awake at the sound of a gunshot, an image of purple hair flashing across his vision for a brief second. He sat up, yawning and scratching the back of his neck. Walking out the cave's entrance, Brafez looked around for a few seconds, wondering where Ariad had gone. Then he looked down.

Needless to say, his face grew redder than a blood-soaked tomato coated in cranberry juice. Brafez quickly retreated inside, trying to erase the image of Ariad's arse from his mind. It certainly wasn't bad looking, quite the opposite in fact. He just didn't want to think about her in that light. Not yet, at least.

Ariad sighed, standing up and getting dressed. Once done, she bounded up the stairs and entered the cave, startling Brafez.

"O-Oh! Hey there..." Brafez stuttered, looking away from her.

"You saw my ass, didn't you?" Ariad deadpanned.

"What?! No!"

"I saw your reflection in the water."

"...That wasn't me..."

"Mmhhm, sure. And I'm the queen of England." Ariad retorted, sarcasm bound to her tongue.

"What's England?"

"I don't know, it's just a saying." Ariad shrugged, stopping as she noticed a small red dot on Brafez's chest. Must resist urge...to pounce on dot...damn you cat instincts!

"A-Ariad? Why are you looking at me like that?" Brafez inquired, backing away from her. Ariad was twitching slightly, a manic grin plastered on her face.

"Muhaha...GET OVER HERE!" Ariad exclaimed, pouncing towards him. Brafez quickly rolled out of the way, sprinting towards the exit before he was tackled into the water below by Ariad. She moved to grab him before a fish swam in front of her face, with her eyes widening in fear.

Brafez raised an eyebrow before a loud explosion sounded overhead, with the cave blowing apart. Ariad clutched at her throat, cutting the fish in half with her sickle. A hail of bullets flew into the water, one burrying deep into Brafez's left calf. His mouth opened in pain before Ariad clasped it shut with a hand, dragging them deeper underwater.

They reached a small alcove, with Ariad hauling him up onto the narrow space, taking out an allergy symptom suppressor(I made this up). She moved to jab it into her neck before she was pulled back underwater, the suppressor slipping into the murky depths after its master. Ariad spun around, swiping at Momoniv and trying to reach for the suppressor at the same time. He pulled out a knife, pushing her up against a rock and driving the knife into her eye.

Ariad just barely stopped it, holding his arm back with a wrist. She grabbed his wrist, turning it around and driving it into his eye, making him open his mouth in pain. She kicked him into a nest of Salkenia, or Grimm piranhas, diving for the suppressor before dragging herself up on to the alcove. Momoniv screamed as the Grimm tore into his flesh, biting out chunks of meat and bone, relentless in their onslaught.

"Eurgh blegh..."

Ariad gasped for air, digging the suppressor deep into her neck and relaxing her airways.

"J-Jesus fucking Christ!" Ariad exclaimed, her lungs burning as they greedily gulped down air. "I fucking hate fish!"

"Hey, not to interrupt you, but this bullet here really hurts." Brafez quipped, huddled up against the wall.

"Well I'm sorry, I was busy almost being stabbed to death while having a severe allergic reaction to a god damned fish." Ariad retorted, shambling over to him and inspecting the wound. "Didn't hit anything vital, just bruised your bone. I'll try and remove-"

"No! You'll just make things worse!"

"Quite being a big baby." Ariad said, sticking her fingers in the wound and yanking it out.

"Arrgh! дерьмó!" Brafez exclaimed, gritting his teeth in pain. Ariad shook her head, chuckling at his outburst.

"See, all better." she said, planting her hands on her hips. Brafez grumbled angrily, crossing his arms. "Would seeing my ass again make you feel better?"

"Ah-b-bu-no!"

"You know you want to!" Ariad said, her voice the slightest bit seductive. Brafez groaned, sitting up and closing his eyes. Thank Dust Pan isn't here...

Meanwhile...

The village elder looked over several screens, relaying multiple views of a clearing, where multiple portable bases were being set up. He sat in the center of a room, illuminated by the ghastly glow of technology. In the center of the operation in the clearing were two peculiar individuals. One, a man in a white coat and a bowler hat on, the other a woman in a red dress, her face obscured by the shadows.

"And so the games begin..." The elder mused, flicking his beard to side like an ancient Chinese monk. Gosh, that seems racist. That's not racist, right? The elder turned his head to the side, blinking his grey eyes twice. A small smirk took hold on his face. "Pandora Ragnorök, in all my years of knowing you, did you really think you would have been able to sneak up on me?"

"A little..." A girl replied, her voice like wine and honey laden with seductive undertones. A girl of about fourteen walked out of the shadows, wearing a backless black dress. Her hair stopped at her shoulders, with one large chunk on either side pointing down and out, giving her the impression of a sad puppy. The tips of these chunks of hair were painted bright, bloody red.

An obsidian harness hung over her shoulders, wrapping under her breasts and converging in her cleavage. The girl had pure white skin, contrasting with the blacks of her harness, dress, and hair. In her hair at the top of her head were goat horns, curling inwards, giving her the appearance of ancient Succubi, without the goat legs. A thick yet thin tail wrapped around her legs, ending in three needle-like points.

But the most striking feature about her was her eyes; they were pure, glowing red with small reptilian slits. Not unlike that of Grimm.

"You'll never be able to sneak up on me. Pan, I need you to go tell Brafez that we're under attack." The elder gestured to the door. Pandora nodded, crouching down on the floor before being enveloped by a black fog. When it cleared, in her place was a pure white puma, a black bone mask with two ram horns covering the animal's face.

The puma nodded, retreating form the room. It stopped, per the elder's request.

"Yes?" The puma inquired, in Pandora's voice.

"If he has a girl with him-"

"I will kill the bitch that did that to him." Pandora snarled, her voice like razor-wire.

"Pan, you of all people know she is at Inverness. I speak of another. Do not harm her too badly."

"Of course. I am sorry, Sensei. Your will be done." The puma retreated from the room, silently stalking down the halls. She exited the underground bunker, stepping onto the street. The townsfolk were used to Pandora's presence, and as such the sight of a Grimm puma stalking the streets was, while unusual, expected.

A few cat calls were heard, coming from a group of girls, surprisingly. Pandora grinned, swinging her hips in their direction. "Later, girls. Later we shall have fun."

The Grimm girl took off, into the night. And then all was still.

END OF CHAPTER TWO

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