"Isn't this called a conflict of interest," a speckled cat inquired of his
master, "Or at least breaking copyrights?"
"How so? It is all in the sprit of fun – breaking the rules only makes it more interesting for us..."
"Us? You mean you, don't you..."
"Same difference – Nii will bring out heroes together because of some unfinished business," he scratched the cat's ear," But fist a side look at Tails..."
"Tails? What's that?"
The cat's thousand-league sight focused onto a wolf of enormous size, "Who is she..."
"Someone very important..."
And it bean to rain.
"Lycaon in a libation to the God of Doors, beginnings and endings, took up a hatchet and chopped up his sons and presented them as food to the God. The God of Entrances and Exits was so angered, she struck him with her garnet rod transforming Lycaon into a wolf, thus Lycaon's name became the root for lycanthrope," she tore out this sheet out of the book and tossed it into the fire watching the flame dance.
"What in the Hell of Boiling are you doing?"
The priest shouted seeing the ad pitiful sight of a dramatic reenactment of Fahrenheit 451. His long indigo robes fluttered dramatically watching her.
"You know that vein in your head will kill you one day," a toothy grin as if her whole mouth's teeth were made of pure diamond or some mystic crystal wretched form the womb of the bloody earth. She tore out another page and tossed it in.
The priest rushed in to save it half burning himself, this brought pure joy, she tossed in the whole thing, "Stupid baldie man. There are no use for these, so they should be tossed with the world," she tore out more sheets starting to dwindle the priest's collection, "The dynasty is over!"
"... Kanjizzai hosatus gyou-in han-ya ha," the holy man moved his fingers in prescribed fashion, "Sho-ken go on kai kudo issai ..."
The beautiful woman started to revert.
"... Soku setsu shu watsu ..."
She crotched down in pain starting to take on perk ears atop of the head.
"... Gya tei gya tei ha ragya tei ha ra so gyatei ..."
Her beautiful hands and feet transformed paws.
"... Bodhi sowa ka hannya shingyo ..."
As she took on fur, she tried to move to stop him by ripping out his larynx with her fangs. She could not move, the powerful Buddhist chant was restraining her and undoing her youjutsu, her demon sorcery.
"... Onnami hatsu mei ..."
More and more an unnatural animal, the slit eyes, the snout, and maw came.
"... Makai tenjyo ..."
Now she was fully a very large wolf, whose skin was harder than any mountain stone, and struggled to move.
"What manner of a thing are you?"
"A wolf! I will have your liver baldie!"
She snapped at him with her enormous size, "You cannot restrain me forever, for I am the Earth Wolf. I am in pain, raped, ravaged, and exploited – so I will gobble you all up ... then I can start anew! This empire is falling – you men and those books are no longer needed."
The priest put her in the secondary room trying to debate what to do with her. He was sworn to non-violence. He could not kill any creature – not even the flea that used to bit at his head.
A knock at the door, he opened it.
"We heard noses all the way in the town ..."
"Is there anything we can do?"
"It is nothing," the priest said lying to the peasants.
They were relieved until a shadow fell on him, a voice, "Oh really? I am nothing?"
She tapped the wall, "Nothing made of earth, and including these clay walls can restrain me ..."
"Run away, little sheep," there she was, standing again in human form with the same toothy smile, "I am to dine with the priest ..."
The peasants were so entranced by her grace they obeyed without thought. She stepped towards the holy man, "A little mercy for yours. You could have killed me at will ... now baldie man, I shall have your kidneys out and your soul ..."
"... hannya hira mitsua-da," the priest chanted again reverting her to animal form, "Hannya nara mitsurayaru ..."
This time she was placed in a wooden change, which did keep her tame.
"You can never let me out, bladie!"
She snarled at him, "Then I shall gobble everything up – you, man kind, the sun, and the moon ..."
"My name is not baldie. I am Une, priest and student of ..."
The indigo clad man gave a line of teachers that went back when Lemuria suffered the same fate as Atlantis, its mortal enemy, in some unknown war between the two lost civilizations.
She yawned bored with this already thinking of how easy escape would be if she had opposable thumbs.
The night went on, and came morning she was chewing at the bars.
Une placed down a dish, "Here."
"What is this," she knocked it away, "What is that? Do I have bunny-ears or something? Do I have a bunny tail? I eat rabbits – not eat their lettuce."
Like the mythical Daniel before a bit of over-sized leopards, he began to minister to the beast on the problems of existence, continuing the cycles of death and rebirth, the sequence of violence creating violence ...
"OKAY!"
She barked, "I will eat it – I just will not like it ..."
"Good," he thought of petting her. He retracted not wanting to snap his lib off like a twig, "Now what should I call you ..."
"I am the Wolf of the Earth – I can walk through anything made from her," she wrinkled her nose trying to stomach the food, "I am one of eight others ... my brother Fire, is the goody-two shoes of the pack – he likes helping our heroes and heroines, protecting them and doing brave things ... brother thunder likes scaring people and dislikes darkness ..."
She went over all the other siblings, bursting with much pride over each one.
"I think, I will call you Tails because it sounds nice ... what do you think?"
"I will take your name for me if you let me out of this cage," a husky voice trying to sound alluring – it would have worked in human guise. As a human, she was very alluring, someone worthwhile to give up celibacy for.
The priest left to his chores.
She resumed to her fibrous matters – the wooden bars.
Soon, she would be out, eventually. She then will give no quarter - Une would become dinner.
Noon came; she looked about and rooted about the large cage. The priest was not there. Concerned she grumbled, "It is midday, he should be here for lunch. I am hungry. Dumb baldie, where is he! I want to eat ..."
Nothing, so back at the bars ... This time she was leaping at the bars. It would work off her anger and hunger, "First him, then a master swordsman, then magic user, then the Emperor ..."
With each threat, she threw herself against the bars.
Soon, they will break against the mountain's landslide.
Time passed, the bars sated to crack as Une returned.
He has seen to his small garden, the little peasant thorp nearby, filling his water buckets, mediation, and complementation.
She snapped at him demanding to know everything and end her hunger.
Une spoke of greed, thirst for sense of pleasure, existence and becoming, and the drive for non-existence.
"Okay!"
A bark like an earthquake, "Just feed me, kill me, or be done with it. I have suffered enough under your kind's neglect. You humans are a cancer and gangrene. An animal with its leg caught in a trap will bite it off – I should cut you off – operate before you do too much damage to me ..."
"I see," Une said placing some fermented beans before her. He then asked very concerned, "What do you mean that saying that the dynasty is over?"
"The Yin Dynasty is dead. From within and without it is being torn asunder; monsters walk the land and feed. I too must feed," the beans quickly disappeared, "More! More! In this chaos, I will rid this world of man!"
Une shook is head preaching in order to reform his prisoner.
She bolted breaking the bars and landed on the holy man's chest. Her tail wagged in joy, she was free. Bearing her fangs she bit at him.
"... Nyozeng-amen I chiji haku gabou seishuu ..."
"Silence," she placed her paws on his mouth muffling the chant, "Softly, now I will have my main course ..."
Une struggled fustily against her gnashing teeth, rock hard skin and paws, enormous size, and trashing tail. He continued his chants and she ripped his clothes and tore apart his house.
"... shu on issai touchi rin ga koui ..."
"Be a good boy and die!"
"...jizzai kou saku issai nyotou issai sikaii," Une bound her. Bleeding, tired angered, and half-naked, he glanced at the knife in hand. The holy man gave a smile; "There is no reform for you. I always believed that all problems be solved by the right education ..."
"Do it! Do it baldie man. Humans are worse than animals and demons you always claim a moral high ground when you have none ..."
The priest hesitated to acts or not. If he acted and hilled her – she would win – he would break the rule of non-violence and yet can call it self- defense. If he did not – she would win – for claiming the higher ground. He just sat there and thought; if he sat there and continued to think it would have counted as an action by in-action.
A joyful laugh came.
While he was thinking she had resumed human form. Her mood had changed radically. She hugged him tightly and kissed him. Sweat beaded all over feeling her plump breast pressed against him. More kisses came, "Not many creatures are willing to risk everything for what they believe. Maybe there is something to admire in you humans ..."
He regretfully pushed her away. He wished he had not. Her beautiful earthy hair and eyes like gems more precious than the biggest diamond in the world. He stammered, "Why are you forcing yourself on me, why are you doing this ..."
"No idea, it is just fun to do," she again cuddled up to him licking away the blood, "If you do not like women I will be happy with your choice of the others ..."
Weeks passed, there started a rumor in the shanty shacks that the staid priest had found himself a very lovely housemate and they made a perfect family. Though he would have never broken his code of honor, it was very tempting to – and that is what she wanted ... it was rather more like every day she tried to escape and eat him, he would bind him and instruct her in the ways of the Buddha ... she of course try to tempt him into breaking the vows or at least seed how long he would last ...
This ideal time would not last – it never does - the empire was falling, as it is now, out from the wilderness cam men with equine heads and horns – demons of the lowest order.
The kind that would claim their master judged the souls of the dead. With two-foot long swords stuck on twelve-foot poles, razor sharp slashing whips that bite like molten copper, great swords, and partial lamellar armor made by a master smith. These ten-foot men made sort work of the place.
"... Onnma Ni hatsu mei un," out stepped the holy man, he handed with every hope to do the same as he did for the wolf, "Makai tejyo!"
"Run!"
She shouted, "You are no match for them – your chanting will not help. Live, while I hold them off! They will know of my fangs!"
"No, Tails," he shook his head in refusal, "I cannot allow anyone to shed blood no matter their motives, even if it is to protect the lives of others ..."
"Priest UNE!"
"... hanya harra mituaru," he said glad she used his name for the first time, "Gaichuu kujyo ..."
She watched helplessly as their leader tossed shrinken of flame, these throwing knives ripped him apart like cheese.
"Hey!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks, "I was gonna eat that!"
She could not fight all of them at once. She wanted to. She wanted revenge on the person who killed her pray and the person who killed the only human that was nice to her.
Taking an off used strategy she rushed at them attacked a way through and bounded off.
Far off she watched the demons do what they pleased with the bodies, the ramshackle shacks, small shrine, small well, and the small fields that used to keep the peasants hardly above starvation level. Then the demons moved on leaving nothing – not even one grain of rice.
Throwing away emotion, she took some of her teeth; she pounded them against an anvil of jade creating a ranseur. This pole-arm that looked like a very nasty and big trident would bring her justice. The hard, greenish ornamental gemstone of a medium green colored anvil, her teeth, and her emotions imbued the new weapon with mystical properties. Finished she sliced the anvil in half with the weapon, sniffed the air, "Let the hunt begin!"
Tails followed their rampage seeing the wretched refuse, the scorched earth of their camps and tests, eating of every fruit and flower and milk, tuning the place literally into desert as they moved on. Each day, she knew that this had to be done, no matter the risks.
She had changed, yet still ate meat, she could now appreciate the realm of man's things.
The wolf of the earth came to a river. She sniffed the air searching for her well-deserved prey. She had lost track of their scent, a new one over- whelmed the equine odor – something close to roast terrapin.
Tails clutched close the rain-cloak ready to forge the deep foaming waters despite the problems that could happen when water mixes with earth. Her gem- like eyes speed someone ahead of her wearing a pack loaded to the brim with stacks of firewood. Telling form the dress, the earth wolf moved to warn or eat the charcoal maker.
Gloop! Splash!
Out came a tiger-fork like a surfacing chelonian, this knocked the charcoal cutter over. His surprise was quieted by the owner of the tiger fork, he was smelt with a lead mai bai tho sitting well atop his silky pink hair, "Your money or your live! This is my river, pay your toll to cross!"
"Nani?"
This rogue slashed the tiger fork, the four tines whistled through the air creating something close to a path mew, "Silver, money, cash, sycee, moron, or I'll chop you up and drink your blood."
"What?"
"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!"
She leapt to help with a laugh, "You'll have to face my Okame-no-tsume first." Tails again laughed striking her "Okame-no-tsume" against the large weapon. The nasty "claw of the wolf" faced a different treasure. The person in the lead triangular hat was at first surprised by the appearance of this stranger in the rain-cloak, yet assumed a new stance – someone worthy of a fight.
They fought.
The rogue countered with some non-PG insults, the kind that would make Marines on shore-leave blush. He sliced at her. A giant fork with three tines met one with four in the waters and the peach, the pink-haired male in the unsteady waves and Tails on the sinking sand. When the coat was torn away, he jumped back giving a full look.
"What??? Does the sight of breasts strike all men dumb?"
The rogue placed a cucumber in his jaws showing yellowed hooked teeth and clenched down on it like a cigar so not to be more verbal about her. The charcoal man on the other hand, had professed eternal love and if she ordered it he would like her boots.
She was not amused and barked, "You human. I shall spare you if you answer one question, "If people are naturally good, return to the trees you murdered and beg their forgiveness. If man is evil, return home and celebrate your slaughter of innocents. If you are neither, stay here by this river until someone comes to teach you."
"What!"
"As for you goblin," she snarled at the man with the partial potbelly that seemed to have pockets like a kangaroo, "Don't touch him or interfere, until he makes his choice."
Tails sniffed the air again, "As for me, I must be off..."
"What? Where are you going?"
"Does it matter, the road is ahead of me," she said thinking of the phigarlic man and what he would say in this situation, "Whatever is behind me does not matter ... after all the order of nature is not a forced order – it just exists for the good of existing..."
"How so? It is all in the sprit of fun – breaking the rules only makes it more interesting for us..."
"Us? You mean you, don't you..."
"Same difference – Nii will bring out heroes together because of some unfinished business," he scratched the cat's ear," But fist a side look at Tails..."
"Tails? What's that?"
The cat's thousand-league sight focused onto a wolf of enormous size, "Who is she..."
"Someone very important..."
And it bean to rain.
"Lycaon in a libation to the God of Doors, beginnings and endings, took up a hatchet and chopped up his sons and presented them as food to the God. The God of Entrances and Exits was so angered, she struck him with her garnet rod transforming Lycaon into a wolf, thus Lycaon's name became the root for lycanthrope," she tore out this sheet out of the book and tossed it into the fire watching the flame dance.
"What in the Hell of Boiling are you doing?"
The priest shouted seeing the ad pitiful sight of a dramatic reenactment of Fahrenheit 451. His long indigo robes fluttered dramatically watching her.
"You know that vein in your head will kill you one day," a toothy grin as if her whole mouth's teeth were made of pure diamond or some mystic crystal wretched form the womb of the bloody earth. She tore out another page and tossed it in.
The priest rushed in to save it half burning himself, this brought pure joy, she tossed in the whole thing, "Stupid baldie man. There are no use for these, so they should be tossed with the world," she tore out more sheets starting to dwindle the priest's collection, "The dynasty is over!"
"... Kanjizzai hosatus gyou-in han-ya ha," the holy man moved his fingers in prescribed fashion, "Sho-ken go on kai kudo issai ..."
The beautiful woman started to revert.
"... Soku setsu shu watsu ..."
She crotched down in pain starting to take on perk ears atop of the head.
"... Gya tei gya tei ha ragya tei ha ra so gyatei ..."
Her beautiful hands and feet transformed paws.
"... Bodhi sowa ka hannya shingyo ..."
As she took on fur, she tried to move to stop him by ripping out his larynx with her fangs. She could not move, the powerful Buddhist chant was restraining her and undoing her youjutsu, her demon sorcery.
"... Onnami hatsu mei ..."
More and more an unnatural animal, the slit eyes, the snout, and maw came.
"... Makai tenjyo ..."
Now she was fully a very large wolf, whose skin was harder than any mountain stone, and struggled to move.
"What manner of a thing are you?"
"A wolf! I will have your liver baldie!"
She snapped at him with her enormous size, "You cannot restrain me forever, for I am the Earth Wolf. I am in pain, raped, ravaged, and exploited – so I will gobble you all up ... then I can start anew! This empire is falling – you men and those books are no longer needed."
The priest put her in the secondary room trying to debate what to do with her. He was sworn to non-violence. He could not kill any creature – not even the flea that used to bit at his head.
A knock at the door, he opened it.
"We heard noses all the way in the town ..."
"Is there anything we can do?"
"It is nothing," the priest said lying to the peasants.
They were relieved until a shadow fell on him, a voice, "Oh really? I am nothing?"
She tapped the wall, "Nothing made of earth, and including these clay walls can restrain me ..."
"Run away, little sheep," there she was, standing again in human form with the same toothy smile, "I am to dine with the priest ..."
The peasants were so entranced by her grace they obeyed without thought. She stepped towards the holy man, "A little mercy for yours. You could have killed me at will ... now baldie man, I shall have your kidneys out and your soul ..."
"... hannya hira mitsua-da," the priest chanted again reverting her to animal form, "Hannya nara mitsurayaru ..."
This time she was placed in a wooden change, which did keep her tame.
"You can never let me out, bladie!"
She snarled at him, "Then I shall gobble everything up – you, man kind, the sun, and the moon ..."
"My name is not baldie. I am Une, priest and student of ..."
The indigo clad man gave a line of teachers that went back when Lemuria suffered the same fate as Atlantis, its mortal enemy, in some unknown war between the two lost civilizations.
She yawned bored with this already thinking of how easy escape would be if she had opposable thumbs.
The night went on, and came morning she was chewing at the bars.
Une placed down a dish, "Here."
"What is this," she knocked it away, "What is that? Do I have bunny-ears or something? Do I have a bunny tail? I eat rabbits – not eat their lettuce."
Like the mythical Daniel before a bit of over-sized leopards, he began to minister to the beast on the problems of existence, continuing the cycles of death and rebirth, the sequence of violence creating violence ...
"OKAY!"
She barked, "I will eat it – I just will not like it ..."
"Good," he thought of petting her. He retracted not wanting to snap his lib off like a twig, "Now what should I call you ..."
"I am the Wolf of the Earth – I can walk through anything made from her," she wrinkled her nose trying to stomach the food, "I am one of eight others ... my brother Fire, is the goody-two shoes of the pack – he likes helping our heroes and heroines, protecting them and doing brave things ... brother thunder likes scaring people and dislikes darkness ..."
She went over all the other siblings, bursting with much pride over each one.
"I think, I will call you Tails because it sounds nice ... what do you think?"
"I will take your name for me if you let me out of this cage," a husky voice trying to sound alluring – it would have worked in human guise. As a human, she was very alluring, someone worthwhile to give up celibacy for.
The priest left to his chores.
She resumed to her fibrous matters – the wooden bars.
Soon, she would be out, eventually. She then will give no quarter - Une would become dinner.
Noon came; she looked about and rooted about the large cage. The priest was not there. Concerned she grumbled, "It is midday, he should be here for lunch. I am hungry. Dumb baldie, where is he! I want to eat ..."
Nothing, so back at the bars ... This time she was leaping at the bars. It would work off her anger and hunger, "First him, then a master swordsman, then magic user, then the Emperor ..."
With each threat, she threw herself against the bars.
Soon, they will break against the mountain's landslide.
Time passed, the bars sated to crack as Une returned.
He has seen to his small garden, the little peasant thorp nearby, filling his water buckets, mediation, and complementation.
She snapped at him demanding to know everything and end her hunger.
Une spoke of greed, thirst for sense of pleasure, existence and becoming, and the drive for non-existence.
"Okay!"
A bark like an earthquake, "Just feed me, kill me, or be done with it. I have suffered enough under your kind's neglect. You humans are a cancer and gangrene. An animal with its leg caught in a trap will bite it off – I should cut you off – operate before you do too much damage to me ..."
"I see," Une said placing some fermented beans before her. He then asked very concerned, "What do you mean that saying that the dynasty is over?"
"The Yin Dynasty is dead. From within and without it is being torn asunder; monsters walk the land and feed. I too must feed," the beans quickly disappeared, "More! More! In this chaos, I will rid this world of man!"
Une shook is head preaching in order to reform his prisoner.
She bolted breaking the bars and landed on the holy man's chest. Her tail wagged in joy, she was free. Bearing her fangs she bit at him.
"... Nyozeng-amen I chiji haku gabou seishuu ..."
"Silence," she placed her paws on his mouth muffling the chant, "Softly, now I will have my main course ..."
Une struggled fustily against her gnashing teeth, rock hard skin and paws, enormous size, and trashing tail. He continued his chants and she ripped his clothes and tore apart his house.
"... shu on issai touchi rin ga koui ..."
"Be a good boy and die!"
"...jizzai kou saku issai nyotou issai sikaii," Une bound her. Bleeding, tired angered, and half-naked, he glanced at the knife in hand. The holy man gave a smile; "There is no reform for you. I always believed that all problems be solved by the right education ..."
"Do it! Do it baldie man. Humans are worse than animals and demons you always claim a moral high ground when you have none ..."
The priest hesitated to acts or not. If he acted and hilled her – she would win – he would break the rule of non-violence and yet can call it self- defense. If he did not – she would win – for claiming the higher ground. He just sat there and thought; if he sat there and continued to think it would have counted as an action by in-action.
A joyful laugh came.
While he was thinking she had resumed human form. Her mood had changed radically. She hugged him tightly and kissed him. Sweat beaded all over feeling her plump breast pressed against him. More kisses came, "Not many creatures are willing to risk everything for what they believe. Maybe there is something to admire in you humans ..."
He regretfully pushed her away. He wished he had not. Her beautiful earthy hair and eyes like gems more precious than the biggest diamond in the world. He stammered, "Why are you forcing yourself on me, why are you doing this ..."
"No idea, it is just fun to do," she again cuddled up to him licking away the blood, "If you do not like women I will be happy with your choice of the others ..."
Weeks passed, there started a rumor in the shanty shacks that the staid priest had found himself a very lovely housemate and they made a perfect family. Though he would have never broken his code of honor, it was very tempting to – and that is what she wanted ... it was rather more like every day she tried to escape and eat him, he would bind him and instruct her in the ways of the Buddha ... she of course try to tempt him into breaking the vows or at least seed how long he would last ...
This ideal time would not last – it never does - the empire was falling, as it is now, out from the wilderness cam men with equine heads and horns – demons of the lowest order.
The kind that would claim their master judged the souls of the dead. With two-foot long swords stuck on twelve-foot poles, razor sharp slashing whips that bite like molten copper, great swords, and partial lamellar armor made by a master smith. These ten-foot men made sort work of the place.
"... Onnma Ni hatsu mei un," out stepped the holy man, he handed with every hope to do the same as he did for the wolf, "Makai tejyo!"
"Run!"
She shouted, "You are no match for them – your chanting will not help. Live, while I hold them off! They will know of my fangs!"
"No, Tails," he shook his head in refusal, "I cannot allow anyone to shed blood no matter their motives, even if it is to protect the lives of others ..."
"Priest UNE!"
"... hanya harra mituaru," he said glad she used his name for the first time, "Gaichuu kujyo ..."
She watched helplessly as their leader tossed shrinken of flame, these throwing knives ripped him apart like cheese.
"Hey!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks, "I was gonna eat that!"
She could not fight all of them at once. She wanted to. She wanted revenge on the person who killed her pray and the person who killed the only human that was nice to her.
Taking an off used strategy she rushed at them attacked a way through and bounded off.
Far off she watched the demons do what they pleased with the bodies, the ramshackle shacks, small shrine, small well, and the small fields that used to keep the peasants hardly above starvation level. Then the demons moved on leaving nothing – not even one grain of rice.
Throwing away emotion, she took some of her teeth; she pounded them against an anvil of jade creating a ranseur. This pole-arm that looked like a very nasty and big trident would bring her justice. The hard, greenish ornamental gemstone of a medium green colored anvil, her teeth, and her emotions imbued the new weapon with mystical properties. Finished she sliced the anvil in half with the weapon, sniffed the air, "Let the hunt begin!"
Tails followed their rampage seeing the wretched refuse, the scorched earth of their camps and tests, eating of every fruit and flower and milk, tuning the place literally into desert as they moved on. Each day, she knew that this had to be done, no matter the risks.
She had changed, yet still ate meat, she could now appreciate the realm of man's things.
The wolf of the earth came to a river. She sniffed the air searching for her well-deserved prey. She had lost track of their scent, a new one over- whelmed the equine odor – something close to roast terrapin.
Tails clutched close the rain-cloak ready to forge the deep foaming waters despite the problems that could happen when water mixes with earth. Her gem- like eyes speed someone ahead of her wearing a pack loaded to the brim with stacks of firewood. Telling form the dress, the earth wolf moved to warn or eat the charcoal maker.
Gloop! Splash!
Out came a tiger-fork like a surfacing chelonian, this knocked the charcoal cutter over. His surprise was quieted by the owner of the tiger fork, he was smelt with a lead mai bai tho sitting well atop his silky pink hair, "Your money or your live! This is my river, pay your toll to cross!"
"Nani?"
This rogue slashed the tiger fork, the four tines whistled through the air creating something close to a path mew, "Silver, money, cash, sycee, moron, or I'll chop you up and drink your blood."
"What?"
"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!"
She leapt to help with a laugh, "You'll have to face my Okame-no-tsume first." Tails again laughed striking her "Okame-no-tsume" against the large weapon. The nasty "claw of the wolf" faced a different treasure. The person in the lead triangular hat was at first surprised by the appearance of this stranger in the rain-cloak, yet assumed a new stance – someone worthy of a fight.
They fought.
The rogue countered with some non-PG insults, the kind that would make Marines on shore-leave blush. He sliced at her. A giant fork with three tines met one with four in the waters and the peach, the pink-haired male in the unsteady waves and Tails on the sinking sand. When the coat was torn away, he jumped back giving a full look.
"What??? Does the sight of breasts strike all men dumb?"
The rogue placed a cucumber in his jaws showing yellowed hooked teeth and clenched down on it like a cigar so not to be more verbal about her. The charcoal man on the other hand, had professed eternal love and if she ordered it he would like her boots.
She was not amused and barked, "You human. I shall spare you if you answer one question, "If people are naturally good, return to the trees you murdered and beg their forgiveness. If man is evil, return home and celebrate your slaughter of innocents. If you are neither, stay here by this river until someone comes to teach you."
"What!"
"As for you goblin," she snarled at the man with the partial potbelly that seemed to have pockets like a kangaroo, "Don't touch him or interfere, until he makes his choice."
Tails sniffed the air again, "As for me, I must be off..."
"What? Where are you going?"
"Does it matter, the road is ahead of me," she said thinking of the phigarlic man and what he would say in this situation, "Whatever is behind me does not matter ... after all the order of nature is not a forced order – it just exists for the good of existing..."