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~Godussy~!
Were it anyone else in your position, perhaps they would've panicked.
But not you.
Finding yourself in this new place…wherever it is, came as somewhat of a surprise, to say the least.
And yet, tis was not entirely unexpected.
The theories of your old world, regarding the existence of other worlds, other universes as this is more likely than not, had prepared you for the possibility, remote, to say the least, as it seemed at the time.
Be that as it may though, you care more for the fact that your back doesn't hurt, your breaths are deep and full and nigh endless vitality fills your limbs, no doubt courtesy of whatever or whoever you have to thank for your appearance in this pristine world, your body seems to have been restored to its prime, and, in all honesty a bit beyond, closer to the ideal you.
All that is to say, with the passing of the weeks, so did to, pass the grief of all that you left behind.
…not that it was all that much, in all honesty.
And with this newly restored vigor mixed with the wisdom of the years, you know just how to make the best of this second chance, how to take care of yourself and your vessel for years to come.
Not that it'll be particularly difficult to keep doing so if things continue as they have these past few weeks.
Holding your spear with a firm grip, you squat low, hiding behind a bush, spying on the sheep like creature which continues to graze on the grass without a care in the world.
This is ridiculous!
Coming to wraps with the purity of this land, for there's no better word to describe this place that, had you access to some form of magical sensing you're pretty sure would ring as new to said senses. Suffice to say, it continues to befuddle you to this day.
On the other hand, as you lob your spear and ensure you have food for the next couple of days, the poor sheep's surprised and almost betrayed cry making you frown. The fact said purity and innocence of the rest of the denizens does make things easier for you and is thus, welcome.
As you return home…or rather the shoddily constructed abomination which'll require some…improvements, before the cold months or whatever this place equivalents is lest you freeze to death, excited barking reaches your ears and before you manage to complete your turn around the path, the rush of feet is followed by a snout and then a golden furred form leaping towards you.
"Oof!" knocking you on the ground and turning your face into a wet mess. "Down girl, down!" you say with a laugh.
"Arf!" finally managing to push your recently made friend aside.
Who plasters on an expression of angelic innocence as her tongue lolls out and once again you're thankful for this place, or rather its denizens innocence.
There's deep intelligence behind your dog…wolf…wild but easily domesticated friend's eyes.
And where this any other place, knowledge and a restored body would have seen you turning into a meal instead.
But no, rising to your feet, and starting to drag the carcass again, your friend helping as she's able by biting one of the sheep's limbs, you make your way to the…abomination, swinging open the front door
'Creek.'
Only for a piece of the roof further in to decide now is the time to make a bid for freedom and crush into the ground, startling you both.
"L-lets sleep outside today and enjoy the stars, what do you say, girl?"
Judging by your friend's whimpering and her cowering tail, she agrees.
Seems renovation might have to come sooner rather than later, cause you're not all that keen to wake up to the roof trying to re-connect with mother earth with your face in between. After all, for all that your body is mildly superhuman now, courtesy of the vigor of youth mixed with the testing you did once arriving here.
For what idiot would not try and see if they acquired or were gifted some form of superpower once arriving in a new world.
If nothing else, at least all that meditation on the first few days paid off and you did discover…something.
Still, swirly soul energy, or aura bit, or whatever it'll no doubt come to be called in the future.
Resilience does not equal invulnerability.
Which coupled with the fact you've yet to see any other human around or alien capable of speech and tool manipulation…
Best not tempt fate.
Barghest, for all that she is clearly smart, to whatever extent, is unlikely to be able to fix your shit if need be.
And judging by the, frankly, disappointed stare she gives you as she alternates her gaze between the…house and you, her thoughts are running along similar trucks.
"What?"
Huh, you didn't know dog…wolf…whatever she is exactly could sniff with disdain.
"What's that supposed to mean?! I told you I was going to fix this!"
Another piece of the roof decides to swing free.
"Eventually…"
"Arf…"
"You might have a point girl…" you say, running a hand through Barghest's soft golden fur, the…might as well call her a wolf variant, for that's what she is, hapily troting closer and leaning against your leg for easier access. "You might have a point…"
The days continue to pass like this, and off people, human or otherwise you continue to see nor hide nor hair.
Still, if nothing else, the abomination, has started to resemble a true, if quite…old fashioned, to say the least, house. And on the bright side, a piece of timber fell on your head just once in the ensuing weeks once you made a dash to carry a few stuff outside and, as a benefit you also discovered that your practice with whatever form of supernatural bullshit you've been endowed is, in fact enough, to make you survive falling timber.
The bruise on your shoulder and the somewhat fierce aching was as of nothing compared to Bargh's unimpressed stare though.
And by this point you're more or less certain off it.
She is intelligent, scarily so, and…
No, best not contemplate that thought further.
Who knows, even if you haven't managed to do so thus far, humans might be around after all!
And no doubt the loneliness is getting to you, yes, there's no way your friend is…
Yes, misinterpreting the signs due to loneliness.
Despite always being an antisocial little shit. Clearly you crave human contact, yes, certainly.
…shitposting on the internet and music is something you do miss, yes.
As is porn.
Walking with a stiff gait, spear in hand, and a scowl on your lips you wade deeper into the forest, still careful and with senses on alert.
Past success, or lack of predators in this case, is no guarantee of future success…or lack of ambushes.
And more importantly still, you need some time to yourself. Time to think, time to calm and time to…take care of business.
Fuck's sake, a degenerate I might be but I refuse to turn into a dog fucker!
…not yet at least.
If Bargh continues her 'assault' for a few more months or so and you still see neither hair nor hide of people…well…this power that reminds of the soul bit from Rwby should protect your pecker from the various cross species 'peeing feels like a flamethrower', yes?
Yes.
Best not risk it until then.
Although some of those sheep are starting to look real…
Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to see if you can domesticate a few of them as well and—
The sudden boom akin to a rocket exploding coupled with what part of the sky you can catch between leaves flashing orange, makes your thoughts retreat as primitive instincts take the reins, preparing you to do…something, anything, as if you'd be able to do anything against whatever this is.
Thankfuly, what you realize to be a comet of some sort, does not land upon you, instead, with a deafeaning bang that leaves your ears ringing and the small earthquake causing you to land on your ass, the realization floods you that it fell somewhere near.
Jumping to your feet with ludicrous ease and lack of aching joints, indecision fills you, on the one hand, were you to go back home, you could get Bargh and, if things turn sour, make a run for it towards…wherever.
On the other, for all that you know, what just landed, might be some monster or worse still, a Space Marine.
…unlikely, yes, but, you've found yourself here have you not? Wherever here is.
And a monster or one of the genesoldiers is likely to make short work of your friend.
Not that you're likely to fair any better but, still, the good dogo deserves better.
Clutching your spear tight you carefuly make your way through the forrest towards the crush site. The plume of smoke still rising through the sky making it an easy task. As does the knowledge of where exactly the comet fell.
Stepping into the glade a few short minutes after, thankful for the fact that the comet has more than likely scared the denizens of the forest away, pray and predator alike, you come to the crush site.
And coming up to the rim, testing the still softly glowing ground near the impact with your sandals, the wood thankfuly starting to darken but not starting to smoke, you peer down and…blink.
Planting the butt of your spear into the dirt you reach up, rub your eyes, shake your head for a good measure.
And blink again.
Nope. This is no hallucination.
Down bellow, in the center of the crater but a few feet from you, the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen lies.
Dressed in white, form fitting if somehow, not overly sexualized clothes which are, for the most part white, white like her long luscious locks.
Questions abound in your mind.
Less so who she is and more so what.
For to survive re-entry?
If she's still alive, and of that you are not certain, then she most definitely ain't human.
Kryptonian perhaps?
Squinting upwards at the midday sun you decide that no, probably not.
Yes, the stranger's clothes are immaculate, but, her body, where not covered by clothes sports many a tiny cut and worst, bruises.
While not conclusive proof, if she is kryptonian perhaps her solar stores have been emptied.
More likely than not, for a full grown kryptonian under the midday yellow sun, her bruises would have faded almost immediately, the cuts perhaps lingering a bit further.
That is, if she is still—
The tiniest of groans, which has no right to sound so pure, so sweet reaches your ears as the woman imperceptibly squirms, a tiny frown forming on her lips, her closes eyes and and the flesh around them growing taut with some manner of agony.
Well that answers that question and, your restored eyesight catches sight of something else, her wounds do seem to be knitting close, if with terrible slowness but still far faster than any normal human's should.
"Fuck it, there's only one way to find out," you say and with a sigh, quickly, if with care descend into the rapidly cooling crater, another sigh of something weird going on, before scooping the woman up in a bridal carry, and with even more care climbing back up.
Securing your spear between your teeth has you cursing like a sailor but the woman doesn't stir.
Doing little in fact beyond Shifting minutely in your grasp, as you navigate out of the forest with your heartbeat breaking all kinds of speed limits, both due to how exposed you, and more importantly she is right now, and, well…it's been a while since you've had contact with a living human, or humanoid. And a woman at that, especially once so gorgeous.
The drool escaping your lips is quite unbecoming, more so due to the fact that it is owed only in part to the spear you are forced to carry in such a silly manner and, at least in part, thanks to the nubile woman making an already complicated situation worse.
And you thought Barghest's advances were challenging to deal with…
Coming out of the woods, once again umolested, you can't help but note how quiet they were in your return trip, almost eerily so.
Still, while you are no doctor, nor do you have the necessary tools to help the stranger if the need arises, superhuman physiology or not, you are certain there is one thing she would like.
Carrying your newfound 'friend' with many a curse between parted lips, the trip to a nearby river is thankfuly quite short and, carefuly set her down on the banks and next to you, reaching a hand into the crystal almost chilly water, dipping it in full before pulling it back out and…carressing the woman's cheek.
Drawing out a displeased moan and a cute frown as behind closed eyelides her eyes dart left and right.
And a grin splits your own lips.
Unbecoming, perhaps, and yet her cute pout makes you want to tease her more.
Another dip and this time you help clean her other cheek of space debris, yes, that's your excuse and you're sticking to it.
Sadly, the stranger's eyes snap open before you can dip your hand a third time.
Staring at you and stealing your breath away.
And it has little to do with how miffed the stranger seems, nor what you're sure is a supernatural aura lightly pressing down upon you.
No, she—
"Beautiful…" you whisper before you can think better of it and the woman blinks as if startled.
Which, of course she does.
Here she is, fallen from the sky, no doubt due to some supernatural fight or other, landing in god knows where.
You ignore her twitch.
And upon waking up, your prank seeming quite stupid with hindsight, she finds herself face to face with…let's not mince words here, what could best be described a primitive hobo muttering stupidly while gazing at her divine form—
Another twitch.
Like apes look at bananas.
Blinking a frown forms upon your lips, her face seems somewhat flushed, is she perhaps running a fever?
Ah crud! I'm not a doctor. And not an alien doctor at that!
Shit.
Feeling the beginnings of panic set in your breast and as the stranger blinks at your frantic motions, you reach for the spare empty wooden cup you've fashioned and carry with you, hitting the spear behind as you do and making it wobble before hastily filling it with clear water and offering it to the divine beauty who gazes at you with a curious tilt.
And her cheeks seem to darken some more.
"Drink this, please!" you say, feeling foolish as you do. Not that there's anything more you can do for her, but, water, if nothing else should help. That is unless she's part of some species which—
No, no. No use in getting lost in what ifs and maybes.
Smiling instead, you make a drinking motion with your free hand as you push the cup closer.
"Water, it's water, it's good for you!"
And now you're sounding like a simpleton, but it's not like she can—
"I know, thank you," she says and takes the cup with a smile.
Making you nod and smile in turn—
Wait what?
Your smile dissapears as your mouth hungs low and your eyes feel as if they're about to jump out of their sockets.
The stranger's giggle makes you blush, for the sound…
Huffing and re-arranging your seating position some, leaning forward a tad just because your back felt tight, yes, and due to no other reason, you fix the beauty with your gaze.
At least she no longer looks as if she's running a fever.
"Thank you."
Taking the proffered cup with but a nod you decide to risk it. You need to know.
"What is it?" she asks, tilting her head to the side some, an…almost floral scent hitting your nostrils as she does and making your blood stir somewhat fierce.
You lean forward some more.
"You can understand me," you ask. "How?"
"Of course," she says. "Why wouldn't I be able to?" and she blinks at you as if she can't understand the absurdity of what she just said.
Well, no matter, no matter.
She is either playing coy or really doesn't understand why what she just said is absurd.
And while her arrival could no doubt be likened to 'the call to adventure', you know better than to pry and get involved into whatever mess she is part off—
Why is she pouting?
Despite how meager your life at present is, it's still peaceful and besides.
If adventure truly 'calls', it'll do so even while you remain in your home and nurse, to the extent possible the stranger back to health…or whatever passes for it for her species.
"Indeed," you say instead. "But, if I may be so bold, what should I call you?" You ask—
Only for something to splash into the waters behind you, making you jump and let out…a manly roar, as water droplets splash down your back.
Time for that spear to become kindling, you decide before the stranger's soft giggles as you retrieve the soggy pain in the ass makes you freeze.
"Aus, you may call me, Aus."
Eh, you've heard worse.