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Well... This was bound to happen one way or another. It was either me leaving, or this, so why should I be upset or afraid? Murai wondered as he snuggled in his egg, watching the world move from the small hole.
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Well... Into the maw of the monster, I suppose. How deep is this cave? The last moment of the sun was a minute or so before. That''s bad... I doubt I will be able to travel out of the cave system with the body of a duckling. For now, let''s focus on the survival aspect since I am in a den of a monster. Murai decided, and a good thing he did, since the demonic fox went as deep as it could get, before tossing the egg to a bunch of bones, rattling them.
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Heh. This stupid cat doesn''t know what it is dealing with. I will eat my fill in your pantry and cherish my first kill in this Battleworld by beating you when I can. Take no offense. I will shamelessly do it in a heartbeat. Thank you for the meal you stupid animal. Murai thought in a good mood, and couldn''t help but notice the vast amount of food in this place. Beside bones—with some leftover meat on them—were even chunks of bigger best corpses. Mostly already eaten, yet nothing was rotting.
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Eat... Right? What is the world of monsters and animals? A place where the strong eat the weak. This should be a world of that caliber. I like this. Murai thought, seeing the world in a muffed vision that went for a couple of his steps. It was better than nothing.
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This sword is about right though. I am indeed bigger than fresh ducklings that just emerged from their eggs. That, or I am some freak of their species? Class E beast, huh? What A joke of a monster. Murai sighed and clumsily walked from one thing to another.
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some bones, which had juicy and tasty bone marrow coming out of them. It was like meat, but elevated to another level, making Murai almost dance and scream in delight. He also discovered some bones were softer than others, but he didn''t know why. Some also had tastier marrow than others.
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An intelligent demonic beast could make such choices? I met them countless times in my lives. If this world is how I think it is, it shouldn''t be any different. Hell... I am even a beast clever beast myself. Why can''t there be others? He explained his logic, resting surrounded by bones he so loved. Anyhow, what''s the problem with seeing other intelligent monsters?” He contemplated, munching a piece of bone as if it was a candy.
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Screw this... Dogs can eat like a freak and grow up even faster, making a few weeks seem like years. That was quite a well-thought-out excuse for his growth.
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Hmph! I will make you wish that you would have never taken this egg at all! He thought to himself. The sounds revealed the same demonic fox that didn''t change at all, apart from some additional wounds on its sides. There were claw marks and bite marks. This fox went through rough times of hunting to get new bones that it carried in its mouth.
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Why, Murai thought. Nothing important. For bones, it was near perfect. Crisp and firm bones turned softer in a couple of days, becoming easier to digest, and bone marrow from the insides was an utter delicacy.
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cooking. All he had to do was wait for them to get softer, causing the marrow to become softer, moist, and leaking.
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I am not getting fatter. Digesting... It''s a problem. Or not. Yeah. It''s not one at all. He reckoned as he chewed, breaking a rib. Right. I have a fast, monstrous metabolism. He thought, flopping aside, lying and laying on his back as if he ate too much.
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Yeah. He closed his eyes. I am indeed good at wasting time, am I not? He thought, opening his eyes and a certain decision was on his face. It''s time to change this!
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experiments. His beak attacks grew steadily like his teeth, feathers, and bones. The natural order of his physical growth did the rest. It seemed to be quick enough to call it some progression, or maybe he was too lazy. He could be so much more, or were there some limits? At least he was no longer so small, and his neck and flexibility increased
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