One

6:09 AM _ 23/3-Sirspensus.9

"You're sure you saw them this way, kid?" Levas shouted as I came up extremely fatigued on his left side. "Jamsin told me the perimeter around the fort doesn't give access in and out until six!" Although it's really nice hearing that sexy deep voice when I'm standing out at night in the damn forests, I had this feeling I was in deep trouble and that he's going to kick my ass- but I mean it made sense that he was raising his voice, hell, we were running our asses trying to catch some prisoners-of-war who just left not too long ago!

Shit, we've been chasing them for miles and miles, I'm surprised he could talk- I seriously don't have anything else but pain in my ribs. "Yeah! My .... my ..." My body skipped then I came to an abrupt and complete stop, panting for air with a heated face and an immensely weary body. "Ho..." I held my ribcage, "fucking shit, Levas." I arched my body over and rested my hands on my knees, I swear if we get ambushed right now I'll just knock out and hope Levas will cover me. It actually won't be a cruel thing to do, Levas is definitely built to take on a group of attackers, and I really trust myself at the hands of Levas. If anything he keeps insisting that I look to him for protection, literally. Various times has he dictated that I shouldn't even fight when I'm around him because he'll just move me out of the way and take on the guys for me. I feel so useless when he does that, I still go for it and he gets mad xD.

"Come on, Entis," Levas turned to notice me scuffling with the body ware on my chest, he calmly jogged back to expose me to his massive back that descended in front of me. "Climb up, I'll carry you. Fuck that fort, alright? What we need to do is get to base right now."

"No, no Lev-" My breath heaved to decline his offer.

"Come on." He insisted firmly.

"No Levas, please."

"Entis."

"I- I can't..." With an ounce of hesitation, I rested my hand on his back, tracing my human fingers across the thin multitude of his fleshling scars that extended horizontally beginning from his right shoulder down to his left hip. Levas was born a rein-werewolf and was raised by various foster institutions that have many times relinquished their children to the Eurenian military for a period of eight months. Levas told me that he permanently joined when Bador was invaded because he grew tired of the endless swapping between the government and the military and decided to dedicate himself to the end of Tessiltonica. Levas told me that his past experiences has essentially shaped him to protect whatever is left that he loves, as he tells me, and in confession I was told that he sees me as a different kind of friend who holds a little warmth and light that he hasn't known but enjoys having for the sake of making up it's earlier absence. But look, these scars right here were the deeds of the merciless beatings he gained for simply being a rein-werewolf at such a young age. The foster homes where Levas was imprisoned would frequently administer punishments that were full of shit lame-ass excuses because he says it was for not being able to change into a human form and instead done as an act of discrimination to rein-werewolves. The pressure going on with people worrying about an incoming invasion from Tessiltonica seriously messed up the heart of my homeland for fucking years, we began from loving and protective neighbors to mindless creatures spreading pointless discrimination.

Even discrimination against the two kinds of werewolves that I have come to know, the imsene-werewolves and the rein-werewolves. Imsene-werewolves are those who can change their form between a human and a werewolf, of which I identify as, whereas rein-werewolves are the kind of werewolves that cannot change their form, they are always werewolves and it is how Levas identifies himself. It's bullshit- that's what I'm saying. Seriously.

"Why?" He asked in his kind masculine voice. Ah, it's so warm to

"'Cause that's fucked up, man. I mean, this morning General Tulemon was shouting at you and kept talking shit, I swear I wanted to help... you had to carry those nasty-heavy boxes of utilities and shit all by yourself- I'm so sorry, Levas." I denied his kind offer.

I can't let Levas carry me, he's done so much this morning. General Tulemon enforces this stupid-ass little buddy-pair system that any punishment assigned to one person has to be taken by their buddy-pair. I got in trouble for crying during a nasty-ass training exercise that I could just not take and now look at this guy- I mean it's around five in the fucking morning right now and he worked from like six to two yesterday, poor guy's only had like two hours of sleep, I brought him a warm breakfast with a big can of tea, then I massaged him after General Tulemon was done with making him look like a sack of shit in front of the whole camp, I swear to my heart Levas deserves it.

Plus, I'm fat.

But like the well-committed soldier and friend of mine, Levas doesn't like to give himself mercy and intends to do all he can for me. He grabbed my legs firmly from behind and wrapped them around his waist, collapsing me on his back.

"No."

"Come on, babe." He lifted both of us up. I hope you don't get the sexy idea when he calls me 'babe', he gets it out of my 'infantile behavior' as he likes to call it.

He has no idea the things that I would do to that rein while he's asleep... Levas knows I'm a homosexual, but he says he doesn't mind.

I felt my legs rising lifelessly off the face of the earth and dangling over his powerful arms, I laid my right hand over his shoulder hugging his neck and the left one laid on his chest.

"Can you at least be mad at me?" I muffled as my head lay on his shoulder, secretively massaging his left pec. ;)

"'Can't do that to you, Entis." He pecked his lips on my forehead. Yet he says he's fucking straight- what type of witchery is this?! >:0

"You did so much this morning because of me and now you want to carry my fatass because I can't keep up with Tessiltonic prisoners-of-war or go through those intense training exercises... I should see if I can solicit that performance-enhancer drug s-"

"Entis," Levas halted and glared at defensively through his peripheral vision. That's it, there's got to be something about his eyes that look like they want to tell me something. I look at them and I feel like they're trying to take my soul of mines, like my soul just has this natural inclination to gravitate around him for everything that I need. Everything that I'm afraid to lose. "Don't come at me saying I'm not going through anything to protect you, leave Tulemon to me and don't go too far from me as I told you." His tone deepened and expression changed to a stern order.

The performance-enhancer drug is an experimental drug that has been used lately on Eurenian soldiers throughout the war. Although it is a drug that is supposed to enhance the performance of a soldier in battle, people get selected randomly, there's a variety of side effects that come with it: some have gone crazy at night, some committing suicide, others have died after a period of time. One person out of every buddy-pair is obligated to take it even if you're "yeg" (short for the Young Eurenian Garrison), Levas insisted I say nothing and took the drug for me. I don't understand how Levas can be so protective of me, I know maybe I look like an angel to him and he's my fallen angel, but I just can't comprehend the immense dedication that Levas has to make sure I'm safe. He says it's his love but I need to reciprocate somehow, I love him, too. I have to show it to him that he can rely on me as much as I've fallen on him. 

"And you are not fat, kid. I could kill you right now by laying my whole body on top of your twig-stature."

My name is Entis Patril Fawzdun, I am an eighteen-year-old imsene-werewolf with avian ancestry- WITH AVIAN ANCESTRY!! But fuck me- I can't fly shit! >:/

I was drafted into this stupid war by the order of our Chancellor Minor, Starvi Yelaso, who was persuaded by the Second General in Line, Orkskar Tulemon. According to my Draftee Portfolio I'm- okay haha just look at this:

"An eighteen-year-old homosexual imsene-werewolf of avian-griffinoid ancestry. He reads, writes and speaks English and Ellinecy and can serve well to translate Ellin scrolls in partnership with our to-be-comrade, Haffvit Lon, General of the Aiding Infantry Lines of Bador. E. Fawzdun has begun his military training on the Nineteenth of Klaxnare of the Sixth Week in the Twenty-First of the After Galafak Age. According to suggestions by military tacticians of the Young Eurenian Garrison Department, E. Fawzdun's average physical capabilities fail to satisfy the requirement in order to be sent to the frontline whether in the form of a werewolf or human, he should find a place in the Scouting Section. His agility is steady, accurate and rapid; equip him with light armor, his physical capabilities perform better in long-range combat; equip him accordingly. His intellectual abilities prove potent in the fields of Alchemy Medicine, Mathematics and Grade Two Hospitalization, utilize them to your interest.

Do with him as you please, General Tulemon.

- Starvi Yelaso, Chancellor Minor of Eurenia

Draftee Portfolio

Name: Entis Patril Fawzdun

Age: 18

Ethnicity: Imsene-werewolf, griffinoid/avian ancestry

Birthplace: Oxtawnuk, State of Argettisdek, Eurenia - 4/8-Sirspensus.3 - 18:99 AM

Languages: English (1st), Ellinecy (2nd), Swedish (Nov.)

Human ID

Eurenian Resident Number: 319fd8v

Body type: Thin, no excess body fat, no muscles

Eye/hair/skin color(s): Brown/Black/Tan

Height/weight: 5'5"/117 lbs Other: Has a scar on his right shoulder and second-degree burns on lower left back region.

Zoomorpher ID: Lycanthrope-Unabled Avian bl29-u138

Body type: Average

Eye/fur color(s): Brown/Light Brown

Height/weight: 6'8"/219 lbs

Other: Right shoulder scar and lower left back burned area negate fur growth."

Yep, that's me.

That was my Draftee Portfolio. This war has come to the point of drafting young men into a separate reserve made for underage citizens under the age of twenty, which came to form the Young Eurenian Garrison Reserve. Fifteen has been the youngest that I've seen around my area, this guy I know is stationed at Fort Res far to the west of this city; his name is Arystol and we became friends real quick, I try my best to look out for him as I see him as a little brother I would love to have. He really enjoys my company and likes to make fun of my feminine side when it slips out, but he is just as bravo as Levas so it's hard to know if he knows I'm gay hahaha! It makes me nervous to be part of this war, but I know I can't give up. I don't blame or hate our king or that Starvi Yelaso guy. I'm just a little scared at what's happening to my hometown- I just can't help but stop to think about it for a good half-hour once a day, I have my parents at home and the thought of dying makes me feel uneasy- I'm going to be nineteen tomorrow and I know there's going to be way more of this to life that I'm going to be able to experience. Way more for me, Levas, Arystol, everybody at the YEG. But I understand that I have to do my part to make sure the enemy nation doesn't annex or even dare fucking touch my neighborhood. Eurenia has found itself marching into a massive war against Tessiltonica, it's a nation that doesn't even originate from my continent but managed to go through two powerful countries before us, now Tessiltonic forces are just about our doorstep and we have to become prepared to stop them from trying to invade Eurenia.

I remember coming home from a day with my friends afterschool, my mother sat on the couch with my father grasping her uncontrollable arms as she withered in rejection, some of the neighbors had come to share the distress. Upon asking her what was wrong, she hit me with the news: the government had delivered her a letter saying that she must sign official papers to have me relinquished to the Eurenian army or have my family sentenced to condemnation into work camps. I am an only child, so I understood how she felt when the papers came but nonetheless, I teamed up with the neighbors and my father, raising my voice to get her to sign the papers.

Before the war, Eurenia placed the age of twenty as a requisite into joining the army for terminal conditions (meaning until the recruit comes by his will to die working for the army), but when our ally nation Bador was invaded, our Chancellor Minor, Starvi Yelaso, took the Eurenian Congress into court two weeks later to drop the age requisite to twelve on appeals of national security, ushering the Juvenile Draft Act of Eurenia promoted by General Tulemon. Days later, Eurenian soldiers suddenly appeared at my front door and gave me every weapon available to train for even while the Juvenile Draft Act was still in progress. I was taken from home and given a small backpack for my belongings shipped off to Tessiltonic-occupied beaches formerly owned by Bador so I can train for a month and battle for a city called Namneda three days after the Juvenile Draft Act was finally passed, so I illegally took my training and combat.

Anyways, this city is pretty nice, rich in Badorian culture, I only feel bad for the way we took it, the city was well-guarded with some of the most potent Tessiltonic technology in hand: ballistas mounted on hills and giant trollmen, but we brought trebuchets and griffins to fight. Griffins are very swell guys, I really love having them around! :D

That day I suffered a very blunt strike to my left kneecap, well, I was ordered to go on the rampage in the form of a werewolf so that I can take out the massive ballistas while my team was covered by a bigger distraction of werewolves and giants. My small team had me along with other but much older agile werewolves, sphinxes and some pyrohorses (yes, they're literally horses on fire, but the really cool part is they can spit out the damn fire, and that shit explodes!), were crossing our way through a small ugly stone bridge until we were met with halberdier ogres that gave us a real hard time moving on, one of the guys caught me slipping by just by his right side and grabbed the ware attached to the back of my armor and swung me a full hundred-eighty degrees to slam me on the stone floor and landed on my knee, then kicked me high off the floor to land out of the bridge. It took me hours before I could regenerate for some time, physically and mentally, shit- I was too traumatized to pick up my weapon and go into another battle, my condition had me grown festered with hate for being drafted into the army, but that was also the day where I met Levas. I shifted into human form and threw myself back in there shooting arrows with my bow until I ran out, to which I responded by going melee with a small dagger and a small sword to suit my recovering agility and teamed up with a guy about my age (RIP Zi'a Something, from Oxtawnuk... my fucking hometown!), and then I saw him. Levas was downed by a Tessiltonic sorinthrode, the sorinthrode had his spearhead crushing Levas's windpipe, to which Levas grappled with both hands trying to pull it away from his neck that was losing blood.

At first when I saw Levas struggling for his life, I was very confused, Levas had the same massive and muscular body that day as he does now, it shouldn't have taken him much effort to take the damn ogre off of him right until I saw it; a dart. A poison dart, flailing on Levas's arm. I could not help but think to help the guy, shit- I would have wanted him to help me out as well.

I shifted to werewolf form and charged at the sorinthrode with all the energy my body could come up with and took him off balance, he dropped his spear right next to Levas, but managed to kick the small sword out of my hand (and the damn gecko broke my pinkie finger!) so we were left with wrestling for the small-ass dagger. He punched and hooked but I headbutted and jabbed, then I managed to stab his chest with the dagger and saw me reluctantly driving the dagger deeper into his chest as the light left his eyes.

I crawled to Levas's body and tried to wake him up; initially patting him softly to slapping him in strong disbelief. I lay on his chest and cried for him to wake up, oh- I felt like such a fucking failure! I felt the warmth of his body slowly moving to my doubt because after a minute of crying for him and all other innocent lives, Levas violently began to cough up saliva and some blood. I picked my head off his chest and curiously watched him cough blood and groaning for air. Then I acted.

I pulled out a small glass bottle containing crimson-scarlet liquid with black smoke-like strings inside it; Sang de Fleurs pour la Douleur, Floor Blood for the Agony, a potion my mother delivered to me in a small box with a letter of love. Poor mother of mines went up to a mountain known to collect ferite-stretti dandelions, collecting as many as she can for her and the neighbors that accompanied her. My mother promised to make plenty for all their sons, although it was not in their interest to be recompensed for their time, my neighbors love each other.

I opened the cap and dipped a few drops into Levas's mouth and injured neck, that's all that was necessary for the healing process to begin. I began to comb his fur as I lay next to him hoping the guy would have a chance, and his yellow eyes softly opened to meet mines.

Two weeks after the raid, our ships left to go pick up more soldiers and we were told to claim homes so we can use the city as a base. I couldn't find a place to stay, I literally looked through half the city to find a place to dorm. Some assholes were laughing at me for thinking that an older soldier would host me because I'm a 'yeg' until some guy with his Eurenian helmet came and took my box out of sheer mockery.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, fuck- he swiped the heavy-ass box out of my hands and headed to a small shack to a neighborhood east of the city. I felt so stupid following him and tugging him to give me back my box in front of all those soldiers, I'm not the kind of person to abruptly ask for my shit back or become obnoxious, even in scenarios like this one here. I just lost it and began to cry. Then I followed him east of Namneda to a fairly urban neighborhood. He removed his helmet and I saw that gray, thick hair crossing gently in rustles down to his neck, and he let me into the small shack.

As soon as I entered, he closed the door and set my box on a table.

"Okay look, you managed to make me look like a pussy far enough, okay? Give me my stuff back!" I stood firm and look at him as he removed his clothing. And my eyes paralyzed upon seeing his dark grey fur; a little bit short but overall accustoming his great seven foot, nine-inch height. I was something intimidated upon looking at his great muscular stature, his broad shoulders carried some great arms that worked to unclothe and expose his toned abdomen, sculpted with a bulging six-pack. His massive chest was chiseled so fine, his pecs were so great and smooth, his arms were thick. (Haha I suck at describing shit, do this later)

"Are you still looking for a roommate?" He asked as he made a few steps closer to me.

"Yes, but that's none of your business." I asserted submissively.

"Actually, I would like for it to be."

"What?"

"Don't you remember me?"

"I-... wha-..." I began to look closer to his face. There was something about his eyes. I've seen those soft warm flares of light somewhere. I then saw the bandage wrapped around his neck. "You-... you're the guy I... gave medicine to when you were down."

"You saved me." He softly chuckled. Then he got closer to me, but I found myself retreating until I hit the door. "Hey, don't be nervous." He laid a hand on my arm, "I'm Levas," he smiled, "I really want to thank you for saving my life. What's your name?"

"I'm Entis." I gulped some pain in my throat.

"Do you want to be my roommate, Entis?

After that and a couple of weeks, I was assigned taking turns being stationed in Fort Jajaci and sometimes being called to do medical work, like creating potions and helping out with surgery. But I fucking hate helping with surgery, last time this big tiger-guy shoved me against the wall as we were helping him take medications due to side effects of taking the performance-enhancer drug. Fuck that. Never again. I give excuses in order to get the fuck away from it but when it is completely necessary, I guess I'll go.

8:34 AM _ 23/3-Sirspensus.9

"Entis! Just what in the name of hell do you think you're doing getting your puny imsene-ass carried?!" I woke up.

Oh my fuck- it's General Tulemon!

"Uhh- I," I tried to climb myself down off of Levas "hold up General." In the most drowsiest manner I could conceive,  got off of Levas's back.

"Hold up?" Tulemon marched up to me "are you undermining my motherfucking authority Fawzdun?!"

"UH-nuhh!" Tulemon grabbed me and yanked me off of Levas. I tried to get up but there was an immensely sharp pain coming from my left ankle.

This is Second General in Line, Orskar Tulemon, the fucking asshole that I helped take over Namneda. He's a big human-rottweiler species, well more like a bi-pedal rottweiler- the man is really big. Probably bigger than Levas but nonetheless, Levas can definitely fuck him up even without his performance-enhancer drug in him.

"General, Entis i-"

"Shut your fucking yelper, Gart!" General Tulemon got in Levas's face.

As I ached to get up with my teeth gritting a bitch, I saw Levas's rolling his hands into those nasty-ass fists I'm scared to see again. General Tulemon looked down at Levas's balled fists and got closer to him with his nasty little megalomaniacal grin.

"Levas, purfanzâ... áchdof thýrom íportpech i šuza maís?"  I panted in pain and in the hopes he wouldn't do anything stupid.

"Detê anàd csilî trefif klein, Entis. Int fo ekzra mir nervo." Levas glared dead into Tulemon.

"What are you saying?" General Tulemon exchanged looks between us. "What are you saying?!"

"Geth klein ukza?"

"Hira." I cringed to get on my feet.

"Fucking imsene," Tulemon walked up to me as if he owned me. "You should be the next to take the performance-enhancer." He said in a whisper, "You could've been stronger than the pathetic freak you lay now." He chuckled. "Get up, Entis!" Tulemon stomped on my left leg that shot up a sharper rip through my muscles than what it already had. I yelped and pulled my leg to my chest, then Tulemon neared me and continued to sadistically kick me, I grunted as I felt the heavy iron tip of his boot giving blunt strikes at my ribs and hips.

"General, what is going on?!" A voice sprang up from the crowds to protest. Must be an unwise soldier... he'll get his ass beat in a second, I bet.

"Who the hell do you thi- Cimka!" Tulemon dropped to his knee and postured in front of the protesting soldier.

Like I said, a soldier's gonna get his ass kicked and Tulemon will bow- wait, Cimka?

I rolled to my stomach and raised my head to see him for the first time in my life. Cimka Vaw, THE fucking king of Eurenia. The rest of the soldiers dropped to their knee and let their foreheads meet the other in respect. But... what is he doing here? His highness said he wouldn't visit previously-owned Tessiltonic areas.

"High Euren, I apologize that you had to witness the uncontrollable wits of this... this imbecile!" I glared at his preposterous finger. Fucking asshole would do such a thing to blame others.

The High Euren (as we call him) walked studiously towards me. I had a feeling I was fucked. Deep, nasty, unforgiving fuck. But the weirdest thing is that he came with some of the smoothest ambience I have ever felt. Some kind of air encircled his royal stature that somehow called upon me to become included in this sphere of safety and harmony... understanding as well, perhaps? He himself took a knee and came down to lay a hand on my bruising stomach and came to the most friendliest proximity to me.

"Can you forgive me, young one?" He drew his hand up to he back of my head and held my back with the other. He is a very big chimera; his lion face was the main head, his tail had the serpent rising high over his lion head to meet my face and the goat head was his chest. I was somewhat scared so I tried my best not to look at the either heads, just dead into his bright hazel lion eyes.

"N-..." I rethought my answer. "yes, yes I am High Euren." My bruised right eye squinted and stung as I gave the stupidest smile I knew I had just conceived right then and there. Stupid... stupid me... fuck you, okay? What else can I do?

"High Euren, please let me alleviate yourself off this matter." Tulemon, like the vulture that he is came to seize the opportunity to make himself look royal.

"General Tulemon, let the boy regenerate. Go find a place for communing with my council and us." He said in a sort of upset voice after he found my yeg tag and began to read it. Tulemon bowed and left.

"I'm the first chimera you've seen in your lifetime, right Entis?" He smiled, holding me close to the point where he wasn't holding me, the High Euren was hugging me like I was his son! I softly began to shiver as my shoulder felt some very cold, steel and metallic surface. It was armor. Body armor.

But... why was King Cimka wearing armor? I studied giant longsword emitting from his left shoulder. But now I remember what the High Euren committed himself to; it was rumored that King Cimka promised that his royal family would fight if the Juvenile Draft Act passed. He declared that if the Chancellor Minor, Starvi Yelaso wanted to "endanger the future of Eurenia, then the Royals will descend from Layo-For Gist (the castle they reside in) and participate in the war alongside the troops.

"My king," I said in a weary fashion. I looked at him in the eyes, he looked ever peacefully into mines with no disgust, no doubt, no anger, but instead nurturing and warmly; a person worthy to lead my homeland, I'd say. "there's a Tessil-... nuhh.. ah..." My ribs began to restrain my breathing with a sharp force and my eyes became heavy.

"Provide water immediately!" I head the serpent head speaking. Then I felt myself feeling the strength of the High Euren's arms under me, carrying me. An armored leopard came to give me water and oh... shit, the fucking graciously cold water rejuvenated the parched skin of my lips. So sweet and delicious taste of water. It was just like being high up a mountain. I cleared my throat.

"Tell me what I need to know, Entis," the lion head spoke again, but he let the time pass patiently between those words; there was no rush for me to speak, I was given my time.

"There was... a group of Tessiltonic prisoners-of-war that escaped... we b-... we think they took some intelligence with them, High Euren. We need to fortify Fort Jajaci."

"At once," He said, then his serpent head began to give instructions to soldiers around us. "was Bazlaa there to help?" The lion head spoke to me.

"No, well- our entire garrison gave no report of his presence, he could have, but it's-... not proven. Mages were present to help them escape so we believe it was planned."

King Cimka looked away from my eyes and onto the earth. He began to think.

"Mages, they must have sought to obtain a transcription from the Yuleka Library." The lion head spoke.

"The entire Yuleka Library is still being transported to Layo-For Gist," the serpent head hissed over the lion head's right shoulder.

"The interception is taking place from inside Namneda." The lion head let go of his breath.

"A traitor." I whispered to the both.

"Do your research, but do it carefully, Entis," the lion head spoke , "this will become news in a matter of time. The person who performs a spontaneous act of aggression after this becomes popular news will be the traitor."

"I'm sorry you have to experience such a terrible thing at such a young age, Entis," the lion head growled solemnly. "I never wanted YEG to be formed."

"It's okay..." I said, dipping my hand into the great wooly cluster of his lion mane and combed it with my human fingers, I figured the High Euren would appreciate some dialogue instead of having me lay in his big arms like some mute-ass damsel in distress, "now Eurenia can see the potential of its future leaders." I smiled at him.

"Someone take this youth from me." The High Euren raised his voice. Levas came to take me from his arms and onto his.

"It's a pleasure having you in Namneda, High Euren." Levas prostrated his head.

"My gratitude is having to participate in this effort for our kingdom." The lion head spoke.

4:55 PM _ 23/3-Sirspensus.9

"I still can't understand how those prisoners could have made contact with anyone outside the fort," Jamsin said as he sat next to me laying on Levas's bed (well, I guess I could say it's our bed since we share it and I sleep with him.) Jamsin was unrolling a gauze bandage roll from my left thigh carefully. The mages that I mentioned earlier at the fort attacked, very heavily. I was pinned down at a door frame by one fire mage, he kept on throwing bursts of flame that spilled into the room and some of it got on my inner right thigh and leg, some on my lower left back.

"What do you mean?" I said laying my human body next to him half-naked. I had to take a shower first to remove any residue of the molten mixture of leather and metal and that shit really fucking hurt.

Man, Jamsin could so penetrate me dirty right now. I could just throw my legs in the air for him and let him pound me deep and fast. But I can't right here, not in the bed I share with Levas! haha ...

"Isn't it obvious?" He said as he threw my thin human leg over his broad shoulder, he had this icky and gooey dark orange cream in his hands and began to gently massage it into the burn areas of my leg. "Those prisoners escaped right when they were going to roll called for inspection and all of  sudden there's mages who infiltrated the perimeter and ready to receive them in their escape. There just had to be some form of communication with those mages in order for their little plan to carry out efficiently, don't you see?"

"But there is no access in and out the fort until six for the scouts to return, remember?" I said hugging my leg so that Jamsin can... well... apply the damn gooey stuff on my ass- alright? Hahaha... gooey stuff.

"I would see that hour as a perfect opportunity to use all the scouts and handling of weaponry and tools become a distraction if I was a traitor." He said, turning my body to my stomach so he could finish applying the slime on my lower back region "especially to smuggle in those fucking mages."

I sat on my stomach and faced to the left looking at the hearth that illuminated the room. It was nice feeling the warmth; the sunset orange murmured all over the walls of the room in the rhythm of a heartbeat, I liked how it made the variety of objects and belongings in the room look like small and big planets with one side of their face becoming illuminated.

Jamsin got off the bed and headed towards the murmuring hearth, then coming back with a pail bucket that had steam emitting from it. He dropped a wooden spoon in it to mix the contents in it. I got tensed up when he dropped a towel and began to soak it in some bright green slimy stuff. It's a disinfectant that my mother taught me how to make, only the ugly thing about it is that its supposed to have this intense, burning and excruciating pain.

Okay look, the prisoners were reported missing at five right when there was a scheduled roll call to have all prisoners file for inspection under the acknowledgement of the superiors of that fort, one of them being Jamsin. If they were discovered missing at five, that means they must have awoken and gone out at four. Levas came to take my place at four until he heard the news and came looking for me when I left half and hour after the notice.

"Why would someone think about betraying Tulemon right in front of his face? Fort Jajaci is nothing but a few miles west of Namneda."

"Well," He sat on the bed with me to continue mixing the pail with the spoon, "it's not like Tulemon's face would hear about these news quick. Dumb rottweiler still hasn't learned that yeg kids still need to get away from the west. Idiot's doing a great job keeping them there, right Entis?" He pat me on the back softly, I bit his shoulder. "Don't worry, Entis," he chuckled as he dropped the towel into the pail and a some more hot water, "I heard you talk about the Yuleka Library, next time those guys wanna do another transaction, the library will have been long gone."

"Transaction?" I look at him suspiciously.

"Well," He said "one of the guys that I dropped with a javelin to his leg ended up alive. Instead of dropping my sweet halberd on his neck, I decided to take him in for interrogation with my man Levas. Only, the thing is, this guy isn't Tessiltonic muscle, mate." He said with a relaxed and serious tone.

I became distracted as I saw him pick up the soggy towel that he was beginning to squeeze. What I had Jamsin prepare for me is a disinfectant for burn wounds that my mother taught me how to make. But she warned that if it ever comes to be necessary to apply it to me, I have to be ready for one hell of an excruciating pain.

"Do you want to hug me?" He said calmly as he laid a hand on my real fucking tensed up shoulder- I just noticed it haha!

I puffed up a little from my chest and nodded.

Jamsin grabbed me and sat me on his pelvis, wrapping my thin human legs around him. He hung a wooden tube around my neck for the pain and FUCK >:o!!! This shit is literally going to be the first time I use that damn wooden tube-pipe shit that surgeons use when they amputate a poor patient- whatever that shit's called. I got hella nervous... But I thought 'fuck it'. I grabbed the damn wooden pipe and held it in my mouth as grabbed onto Jamsin's shoulders like a fucking bike.

"Alright, just do it." I said through grit teeth.

I began to grit the wooden tube harder as I felt the heat from the towel, but I got more fucking scared for the pain that would come from the medicine.

Jamsin placed the towel on my burned region and began to speak as I softly squeaked.

"Don't worry, Entis... come on, kid." I began to squirm and pout after feeling the immense saucy sensation on my back. "Come on, kid." He pushed my face into his chest, I pushed my chest on his and grinded down on the wooden tube with my jaws as angrily as I can, gripping my hands mercilessly on his back and holding onto sanity. Fuck, that pain was just too much for me- the sensation was just unbearable to the point where it had me whining from so much pain and holding hopelessly on his back for hope. (Hahaha whata fack).

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After a few hours of crying and letting the pain slide off of my body, Jamsin let me go in peace and went back to his position in Fort Res, For some odd reason he wanted to take the leftover materials that were used in my fucked-up operation: the towels, the bucket, the tube I broke in half as he applied the medicine on my burned areas. He said something about learning how to apply it better next time, but I couldn't pay attention since he had me thinking about how those prisoners got out of Fort Jajaci. Okay, please don't let anyone know about this but I just thought it was an okay idea to follow Jamsin to Fort Res. Fort Res was the first fort that our army built as soon as we got to Tessiltonic-occupied territory. It's deep in the west, where you might have heard Jamsin calling General Tulemon an idiot for keeping 'yeg kids' stationed there. One of the reasons why General Tulemon IS a fucking dumbass ugly wrinkled  dog is because he warned us that we should not travel too deep into the west, as there have been reports of Tessiltonic family clans murdering our guys for either territorial regulations or fun. Sick guys, I know.