Felaryan Warrior

Chapter 3: Crisis and James

Disclaimer: I do not own Felarya or most of the larger characters contained within this writing. These belong to the one and only Karbo. Other characters belong to their respective owners. All humans depicted within the story are mine, but are free to be used by all. I don’t mind.

Crisis felt the last of her prey slide down her throat. Were someone standing in front of her, they would have seen the bulge pass down her delicate throat, move down her chest, between her shapely breasts, and then disappear as the prey reached her stomach. She sighed in contentment, as she now had twelve tasty Nekos in her belly. She laid back against a nearby tree, enjoying the feeling of her prey thrashing in her belly, and the feeling of ecstasy that usually followed such a good meal. She could hear their cries for mercy, but could really care less. She felt good, and nothing was going to change that feeling. She soon felt the stirrings of her stomach about to go to work, digesting the food she had consumed. With this feeling came another, as she felt her body becoming languid and sleepy. She leaned back further into the tree, and reached out with her senses. She was still in her territory, but it never hurt to make sure one was safe before one slept. Her senses picked up almost nothing, a few small predators and a faint human life sign, but nothing that she felt would be a threat to her. She moved around until she found a comfortable position, and was soon asleep. The only sounds that would be heard for the next several were the gurgles and moans of her stomach digesting her meal.

Crisis awoke a few hours later, refreshed and happy. The meal that she had eaten earlier still filled her up. It was only late afternoon, and she now had to decide what she wanted to do. She could return home and visit with her human friend, or she could go to see one of her friends. She quickly decided that she would go see one of her friends, specifically, Vivian. It had been awhile since she had had some fun, and she could reach Vivian’s home and get back home before it became too dark. She was just moving in her friends direction when something strange caught her attention. The human life sign that she had picked up earlier was still in its same location. That was interesting, in that humans never lasted very long in the forest if they stayed in one place. She was interested to see what person might be nearby, and though she was not hungry at the moment, it would not hurt to bring Vivian a snack. Plus, she did neat tricks with her magic when she ate humans. Crisis went into hunter mode, and quickly and silently moved towards the location of the person. When she found him, she was surprised to find him where she did. He was lying face down in the middle of the trail that she had chased the Nekos down a few hours before. She could smell blood on him, and thought that maybe the life signal that she had picked up had been his last minutes. She stooped down close to him, her face close enough that she could see him very clearly. She observed that his chest still caused his back to rise, so he is still alive. That is good. Humans are always more fun when they are alive. She reached down and picked him up, then rose back to her full height. She held him in front of her, his lower half totally engulfed in her hand. He did not wake up She proceeded to inspect him, wondering how he had escaped her senses when she had come through this area before. The first thing that she noticed was that he looked dirty, as if he had not bathed in a month. He was also covered in soil, making it hard to see what he looked like. His head had a open wound that still bled. She opened her hand a little and looked at his clothes. They were tattered and soiled. This would never do, she would have to wash him before giving him to her friend. She remembered that there was a stream nearby, and she could wash him there. She began moving in the direction of the spring, thinking that the whole situation was weird, but not complaining. She had found her friend a snack and she had not had to work for it. She reached the stream in no time. She stooped down and dipped the man in the water, letting the slight current wash away the grime that covered him. She made sure to keep his head above water. When she felt that he was sufficiently clean, she brought him out of the water. He still had not woken up. When she brought him closer to her, she nearly reeled back in shock at what she saw. Nearly the entirety of his upper body was covered in strange silver markings. She had never seen anything like it. She had seen humans with tattoos covering their bodies before, but never anything this extravagant or beautiful before. Another thing shat she saw was that they glowed with a slight green light, even though they were under the tree canopy. She was so fascinated that she nearly forgot why she had the man in the first place. She soon came back to her senses.

Crisis turned away from the stream and began to move in the direction of Vivian’s home. A thought suddenly struck her. Some of the humans that she had eaten who had tattoos had tasted bad. She did not want to give her friend a bad tasting human, so she would give him a little taste test. She brought him close to her face, and held him like a child would hold a popsicle. Her tongue moved from in between her lips, tracing his body from his midsection to the top of his head. Her tongue came back into her mouth, and she nearly recoiled in shock. He was the best thing she had ever tasted!!! He was ten times better than a female Neko (Her favorite food, for those who do not know). She was in a quandary over what to do. She had promised that this human was for Vivian, but he tasted so good. Her stomach let out a low growl, telling her to do what she normally did when she found something good tasting. A smile spread across her face and she licked her lips in anticipation. She would find Vivian a different snack. She raised the man above her head and prepared to drop him. As she did so, however, a strange thing happened. The tattoos on the mans body began to glow green. It was a slight glow at first, but it grew rapidly in intensity. His body was soon engulfed in this light, and it was nearly blinding to Crisis. She would not let this deter her. She closed her eyes and reached out with her senses. She did not need to see a human to eat him. She released the human above her, but instead of feeling the sensation of him falling into her mouth, she felt nothing. The glow beyond her eyelids had disappeared. She opened her eyes, which still had spots in them from the blinding light, and looked around. There was no sign of the human anywhere. She reached out with her senses as far as they would go. She could find no trace of him. It was as if he had vanished from the face of the earth. She was very disappointed now, and very hungry. His taste had kicked her stomach into overdrive. She would need to hunt again. Maybe she could get Vivian to go hunting with her. She sighed and moved in the direction of her friends home.

(In another part of the forest: 20 miles distant)

The air near the trail shimmered and distorted. A bright glow could be seen emanating from the center. It grew brighter, taking on form and a solid mass. The glow began to dissipate. When it had gone to a minimal glow, a man was suspended in the air. He was gently lowered to the ground by an unseen force. When he had reached the ground, the glow shone brightly for a brief moment and then was gone completely. The man lay on the soft moss of the forest floor, the wound on his head now completely gone. He began to stir.