The Golden Stag, PT 5: It's My life
#7 of Jaeger Dominus's works
Fawn Prince turns down an offer.
The Golden Stag, episode five: It's My Life
Written by Jaeger Dominus
My half-mak form had ears that I could still clean out. My hearing was stronger with fawn-ears. They were already an improvement, coming from the sides of my head. Some of the girls had two sets of ears, and some had ears on the top of their head. They all made sense on the person. But I hadn't seen the Jaguar Humak all day--
I remembered a person and not meeting them the whole day, Despite my memories having to be stitched together It was an inspiring thought. Something drove me to understand the world naturally.
Whatever, that was all I had remembered. More of my past would come later. I headed to the tent I was stationed in and gasped.
In front of me, wearing her indoor clothes, stood the Humak Jaguar Verde. She loved the name, as she knew it meant she could dye her hair green and be one with nature. Which one was more important was a question to be left to the person she once was and was still.
"Hello, Fawn Prince," she said. "I'm sorry you had to awake in normality."
Why was she in my tent dressed like that? That was borderline dirty. The Humak wore concealing armor, hiding most of their femininity for androgyny, but their form was utterly stunning in their regular clothes.
They were meant to be a little attractive for one. One's curves were clearly visible where they mattered. I didn't talk about her that way, however, since if I did that would be dangerous for a male humak.
"I'm sorry, verde, I can't take you seriously when you're in your regular clothes."
"But I have something to tell you," she said. Her voice pitched high, nasally but with a softness to her words. I liked it. I couldn't think of her that way though.
"Don't you know that your girlfriend encouraged me to come here?"
"Girlfriend?" I asked.
"Not me," she said, "though we could arrange a harem."
I shook my head. Whoever this girlfriend was was s someone I did not remember, as if betrayed and left to be forever forgotten.
"But who is it?" I asked.
She frowned. "I'm sorry, but once someone is yours the humak can't leave you. You're important for finding the next half-mak, though.
"But I am a half-mak--"
"You don't remember enough," she said. "I'm patient, of course. But whatever happened was devastating, the things the girls don't say to your face..."
"I have partial amnesia," I said.
"You've also been walking around in the nude. We have our suspicions."
"I'm no pervert."
"But a loser took you over. Half-mak yes, but what value is that? They succeed in a small sliver of space in a small sliver of time in a small sliver of thought. So you've acted differently, claiming you were human only. Which, of course, is impossible. You have some mak in you."
"What game are you playing?"
She smirked. "That puerility's why we need to bump up your numbers."
"Numbers?"
"You're at level one because you and your sleeping self were both virgins. You've never gotten laid. The only relationship you have is cute and lovely, but also puerile."
She adjusted her bra, jumping a little bit to correct it.
"You'd need to compensate with the help of others."
I frowned. I did not like her forwardness. I didn't want to get laid because It never seemed interesting.
I wondered if I had been wrong my whole life. What if I liked the idea of polyamory, or sex, or hell even expressing your sexuality every now and then? Joking with the other boys, being a bit rough, know each other's exact limits, and who to respect.
"So, uh, what can I do to level up?"
"You'd have to take me to dinner first for me to answer that."
"I can't afford that," I said.
She frowned. "What about simple bar food?"
"I don't like to drink," I said.
"canteen food?"
"I need to save it," I said.
"You're dense!" she shouted. "Why don't you find me interesting?"
"Because you've got it wrong. I find you interesting, yes, but I know you have ulterior motives. I just started learning about everything going on, and then I get it dropped on me that I have a girlfriend, but you won't tell me, and it's not you."
That clicked. I did have a girlfriend, but I didn't know who. It couldn't have been that raccoon girl, though. She wasn't the one to like a guy like me. She straight up tried to make my life miserable, literally through stealing my heart. She also had a reason to: I shot her with a bow. And I made it clear my opinion on seeing her in the yard, going through my trash and recycling for food, and worst of all dealing with that cawing crow that followed it.
Which was what led to the corvid mother letting me into the troupe. And I knew less of Corvid Mother, except she protected me.
Corvid Mother became friends with me so I could join her troupe. It was no wonder I wanted to leave before, when I went by Elijah Donovan.
But I still am Elijah, was I not?
"Also," I said. "I remembered I locked this tent up. You broke in."
"I did not--"
"I need to meet the other humak girls," I said. "I felt as if I got back to reality a minute ago.
It worried me how much I couldn't remember. This felt like I had been here for years, and only had those few memories to guide me.
A game, me winning a tournament, meeting the creatures, Wanting to leave, and me at home changed. Those were all my previous memories I had left besides my old life. But those stuck out to me as horror memories, or memories I had to keep remembering.
I walked into the cold air and sighed. Time to find out what I needed.
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