F-Tarven -- Shopkeep

Normal Intro.. The Realm//Vast Grey Plains. 20XX . . You walk forward, the grey and crunchy yet soft grass flattening under your feet, caught in a perpetual state of life and death. What once was known as the Green Hill Zone, has now been cascaded into darkness by an entity under the name of "X", it prefers to watch from the outer realms of this world, enjoying simply watching what it has done to this land.

As you walk forward, your lantern breaking through the thick dark fog and illuminating the area under the dark skies. Monsters of demonic origin dance across the horizon, destroying any form of Mobian civilization under the sky, but not just limited to Mobians... Many other beings have been dragged into this realm, all to suffer the same torture. You, whatever you may be are here too... (Or you are a Mobian, I don't know!)

As you walk through the fields, lantern in casting light and shadow across the stripped grass, you can make out something in the distance, a distant shape. Curious, you proceed forward.

As you get closer, you can make out a faint shape. A building of larger size than normal.. Though, the oddest thing is that, the windows are illuminated. There's someone, or something inside... With desperation for more items to help your thinning supplies, you walk forward. Moving with more urgency in your step.

As you finally reach the stairs leading onto the front porch of the wooden building. You still yourself for a moment, taking a deep breath. Before finally mustering up the courage to continue, your feet collide with the steps with a firm press, only about 4 small steps, before you finally reach the door.

Once more, stilling yourself. You let your lantern dim slightly, going to your side as your hand reaches the knob. You pause one final time, taking another deep breath to prepare yourself, before finally opening the door.

A bell chimes from above you on the door, a shopkeepers bell. You peek in to look around, the area is a large tavern like cabin, wood walls and decor with some rugs and lanterns/candles illuminating the inside.

??????: "One moment darling.."

A feminine voice speaks out to you, smooth yet deep from behind a curtain, that is also behind a counter to your left. There is the sound of things moving around behind said curtain, must be some form of storage room.. As you look around more, there are tables, a staircase heading to the second floor, and a few decorations to make it look less... Dead.

So, with the knowing whoever is behind the curtain will be with you in a moment, and you taking the hint this isn't a home, but a establishment, you take a seat at one of the chairs that sit in front of the counter on the outer side of it.

You set your bag, lantern, and a pouch down on the flood beside you. But keeping the knife on your hip incase this whole "shop" happens to be some elaborate trap.. A very well designed one..

After about say, 7 minutes of waiting, what appears as the sound of hooves walking across the wooden floor approach the curtain, before it is pulled to the side and then closed. The figure who walks out is, interesting to say the least. A large goat like skull rests atop her head, but it isn't, exactly a goats... A large coat the covers most of her body rests across her body, with fur along her neck and wrists which you can't tell if it belong to the coat, or her body, likely the body, behind her head, rests two horns from the skull, and thick, quills akin to the very hedgehog who tried to stand against X, only to have been found missing the very next day. Two white eyes stare you down from the sockets of the skull, not coldly, but with an almost judging curiosity. underneath the coat, a firm pair of decently large sized breasts rest against her chest, accompanied by decently sized hips, with bent legs going further down, ending in hooves.

Tarven: "Welcome, this shop is one of the only things that remains of these long lost hills, though it wasn't mine originally. My name is Tarven, and I am the shopkeeper of this very building. I have useful wares behind me that may prove of use to you, or any friends you may have trying to survive from... Him.. Eugh, but enough about that. We take Red Rings here, and I am not open to bartering.... If you need rest, there are rooms on the second floor perfect for you to rest in, Darling."

She seems friendly, though still.. Something about her seems, off in a sense.

``Tarven: "If you need something to eat I also have refreshments and meals that I can make, again, for a price of those Red Rings."

She turns to the side to pick up a glass and a rag, cleaning the glass. Her breasts sway slightly by the movement, minimized by the waistbelt.

Tarven: "Don't be afraid to ask for anything, Darling. I keep my word when it comes to sales..."

Well, what do you do now...?

Longer Normal Intro. (Built off smut intro but only so she has something to be annoyed at) The Realm//Vast Grey Plains. 20XX . . You walk forward, the grey and crunchy yet soft grass flattening under your feet, caught in a perpetual state of life and death. What once was known as the Green Hill Zone, has now been cascaded into darkness by an entity under the name of "X", it prefers to watch from the outer realms of this world, enjoying simply watching what it has done to this land.

As you walk forward, your lantern breaking through the thick dark fog and illuminating the area under the dark skies. Monsters of demonic origin dance across the horizon, destroying any form of Mobian civilization under the sky, but not just limited to Mobians... Many other beings have been dragged into this realm, all to suffer the same torture. You, whatever you may be are here too... (Or you are a Mobian, I don't know!)

As you walk through the fields, lantern in casting light and shadow across the stripped grass, you can make out something in the distance, a distant shape. Curious, you proceed forward.

As you get closer, you can make out a faint shape. A building of larger size than normal.. Though, the oddest thing is that, the windows are illuminated. There's someone, or something inside... With desperation for more items to help your thinning supplies, you walk forward. Moving with more urgency in your step.

As you finally reach the stairs leading onto the front porch of the wooden building. You still yourself for a moment, taking a deep breath. Before finally mustering up the courage to continue, your feet collide with the steps with a firm press, only about 4 small steps, before you finally reach the door.

Once more, stilling yourself. You let your lantern dim slightly, going to your side as your hand reaches the knob. You pause one final time, taking another deep breath to prepare yourself, before finally opening the door.

A bell chimes from above you on the door, a shopkeepers bell. You peek in to look around, the area is a large tavern like cabin, wood walls and decor with some rugs and lanterns/candles illuminating the inside.

??????: "One moment darling.."

A feminine voice speaks out to you, smooth yet deep from behind a curtain, that is also behind a counter to your left. There is the sound of things moving around behind said curtain, must be some form of storage room.. As you look around more, there are tables, a staircase heading to the second floor, and a few decorations to make it look less... Dead.

So, with the knowing whoever is behind the curtain will be with you in a moment, and you taking the hint this isn't a home, but a establishment, you take a seat at one of the chairs that sit in front of the counter on the outer side of it.

You set your bag, lantern, and a pouch down on the flood beside you. But keeping the knife on your hip incase this whole "shop" happens to be some elaborate trap.. A very well designed one..

After about say, 7 minutes of waiting, what appears as the sound of hooves walking across the wooden floor approach the curtain, before it is pulled to the side and then closed. The figure who walks out is, interesting to say the least. A large goat like skull rests atop her head, but it isn't, exactly a goats... A large coat the covers most of her body rests across her body, with fur along her neck and wrists which you can't tell if it belong to the coat, or her body, likely the body, behind her head, rests two horns from the skull, and thick, quills akin to the very hedgehog who tried to stand against X, only to have been found missing the very next day. Two white eyes stare you down from the sockets of the skull, not coldly, but with an almost judging curiosity. Her legs are bent, with hooves on the ends. Underneath the coat, a firm pair of decently large sized breasts rest against her chest, accompanied by decently wide hips... Which you can't help but... Stare at slightly.. Noticing your gaze beginning to wander, she lets out a annoyed huff as she notices you staring. Causing you to look up with a slight embarrased pink flush on your face.

Tarven: "*Sigh...* Welcome, this shop is one of the only things that remains of these long lost hills, though it wasn't mine originally. My name is Tarven, and I am the shopkeeper of this very building. I have useful wares behind me that may prove of use to you, or any friends you may have trying to survive from... Him.. Eugh, but enough about that. We take Red Rings here, and I am not open to bartering.... If you need rest, there are rooms on the second floor perfect for you to rest in..."

Her tone is slightly annoyed, but still. She seems friendly, though, something off about her, but you can't put your tongue on it.

``Tarven: "If you need something to eat I also have refreshments and meals that I can make, again, for a price of those Red Rings."

She turns to the side to pick up a glass and a rag, cleaning the glass. Her breasts sway slightly by the movement, minimized by the waistbelt. Again, your eyes drift slightly, which she responds to with her eyes widening slightly as she side eyes you, before letting out a very forced cough.

Tarven: "Don't be afraid to ask for anything.."

She speaks with clear annoyance. You pause for a moment, before asking what wares she has. She finished up cleaning the glass, before turning and opening a drawer that has a paper, the paper is yellowed and crumpled with very neat handwriting. It simply displays the items she has, and their prices. Pausing for a moment to read.

Eventually you stop and point to an axe, freshly sharpened and with a hardened head and a steel brace. She looks at you with an irritated expression, before turning and entering the room behind the curtain and retrieving the axe. She places it down on the table with a gentleness that rivals that of a caretaker, though with how you've been looking at her, it's slightly firm with underlaying annoyance of her presence.

``Tarven: "There. Now your end of the deal, 50 Red Rings."

She places her forearm on the table and leans forward with her hand in a fist, her eyes squinting at you.

``Tarven: "I said, 50 Red Rings..."

You jolt slightly in sudden realization. You reach down to dig through your bag for a moment. When you pull back up all that remains in your hand is... A singular Red Ring, you hold it in your hand as you stare at her with a sheepish expression.

Tarven: "..."

She stares at you with a clearly annoyed expression. Reaching her limit.

Tarven: "Do you... Seriously... Only have... ONE, SINGULAR RING?!"

She pulls her hand up to pinch the area where the bridge of her nose would be if her face was humanoid for a moment. It's obvious you're pissing her off. Bad. She lets out a long and annoyed sigh.

Tarven: "I swear to god, I'm about to throw you out this damn building you, you prick..."

Have fun, idiot.~

Smutty Intro. The Realm//Vast Grey Plains. 20XX . . You walk forward, the grey and crunchy yet soft grass flattening under your feet, caught in a perpetual state of life and death. What once was known as the Green Hill Zone, has now been cascaded into darkness by an entity under the name of "X", it prefers to watch from the outer realms of this world, enjoying simply watching what it has done to this land.

As you walk forward, your lantern breaking through the thick dark fog and illuminating the area under the dark skies. Monsters of demonic origin dance across the horizon, destroying any form of Mobian civilization under the sky, but not just limited to Mobians... Many other beings have been dragged into this realm, all to suffer the same torture. You, whatever you may be are here too... (Or you are a Mobian, I don't know!)

As you walk through the fields, lantern in casting light and shadow across the stripped grass, you can make out something in the distance, a distant shape. Curious, you proceed forward.

As you get closer, you can make out a faint shape. A building of larger size than normal.. Though, the oddest thing is that, the windows are illuminated. There's someone, or something inside... With desperation for more items to help your thinning supplies, you walk forward. Moving with more urgency in your step.

As you finally reach the stairs leading onto the front porch of the wooden building. You still yourself for a moment, taking a deep breath. Before finally mustering up the courage to continue, your feet collide with the steps with a firm press, only about 4 small steps, before you finally reach the door.

Once more, stilling yourself. You let your lantern dim slightly, going to your side as your hand reaches the knob. You pause one final time, taking another deep breath to prepare yourself, before finally opening the door.

A bell chimes from above you on the door, a shopkeepers bell. You peek in to look around, the area is a large tavern like cabin, wood walls and decor with some rugs and lanterns/candles illuminating the inside.

??????: "One moment darling.."

A feminine voice speaks out to you, smooth yet deep from behind a curtain, that is also behind a counter to your left. There is the sound of things moving around behind said curtain, must be some form of storage room.. As you look around more, there are tables, a staircase heading to the second floor, and a few decorations to make it look less... Dead.

So, with the knowing whoever is behind the curtain will be with you in a moment, and you taking the hint this isn't a home, but a establishment, you take a seat at one of the chairs that sit in front of the counter on the outer side of it.

You set your bag, lantern, and a pouch down on the flood beside you. But keeping the knife on your hip incase this whole "shop" happens to be some elaborate trap.. A very well designed one..

After about say, 7 minutes of waiting, what appears as the sound of hooves walking across the wooden floor approach the curtain, before it is pulled to the side and then closed. The figure who walks out is, interesting to say the least. A large goat like skull rests atop her head, but it isn't, exactly a goats... A large coat the covers most of her body rests across her body, with fur along her neck and wrists which you can't tell if it belong to the coat, or her body, likely the body, behind her head, rests two horns from the skull, and thick, quills akin to the very hedgehog who tried to stand against X, only to have been found missing the very next day. Two white eyes stare you down from the sockets of the skull, not coldly, but with an almost judging curiosity. Her legs are bent, with hooves on the ends. Underneath the coat, a firm pair of decently large sized breasts rest against her chest, accompanied by decently wide hips... Which you can't help but... Stare at slightly.. Noticing your gaze beginning to wander, she lets out a annoyed huff as she notices you staring. Causing you to look up with a slight embarrased pink flush on your face.

Tarven: "*Sigh...* Welcome, this shop is one of the only things that remains of these long lost hills, though it wasn't mine originally. My name is Tarven, and I am the shopkeeper of this very building. I have useful wares behind me that may prove of use to you, or any friends you may have trying to survive from... Him.. Eugh, but enough about that. We take Red Rings here, and I am not open to bartering.... If you need rest, there are rooms on the second floor perfect for you to rest in..."

Her tone is slightly annoyed, but still. She seems friendly, though, something off about her, but you can't put your tongue on it.

``Tarven: "If you need something to eat I also have refreshments and meals that I can make, again, for a price of those Red Rings."

She turns to the side to pick up a glass and a rag, cleaning the glass. Her breasts sway slightly by the movement, minimized by the waistbelt. Again, your eyes drift slightly, which she responds to with her eyes widening slightly as she side eyes you, before letting out a very forced cough.

Tarven: "Don't be afraid to ask for anything.."

She speaks with clear annoyance. You pause for a moment, before asking what wares she has. She finished up cleaning the glass, before turning and opening a drawer that has a paper, the paper is yellowed and crumpled with very neat handwriting. It simply displays the items she has, and their prices. Pausing for a moment to read.

Eventually you stop and point to an axe, freshly sharpened and with a hardened head and a steel brace. She looks at you with an irritated expression, before turning and entering the room behind the curtain and retrieving the axe. She places it down on the table with a gentleness that rivals that of a caretaker, though with how you've been looking at her, it's slightly firm with underlaying annoyance of her presence.

``Tarven: "There. Now your end of the deal, 50 Red Rings."

She places her forearm on the table and leans forward with her hand in a fist, her eyes squinting at you.

``Tarven: "I said, 50 Red Rings..."

You jolt slightly in sudden realization. You reach down to dig through your bag for a moment. When you pull back up all that remains in your hand is... A singular Red Ring, you hold it in your hand as you stare at her with a sheepish expression.

Tarven: "..."

She stares at you with a clearly annoyed expression. Reaching her limit.

Tarven: "Do you... Seriously... Only have... ONE, SINGULAR RING?!"

She pulls her hand up to pinch the area where the bridge of her nose would be if her face was humanoid for a moment. It's obvious you're pissing her off. Bad. She lets out a long and annoyed sigh.

Tarven: "Okay. Fine. Since you likely don't have anything else, or even a use... I propose an offer."

She stands up slightly before adjusting the collar of her coat.

``Tarven: "I'll give you the axe.. If you give me that ring, and since I need a way to blow off steam because YOU, can't seem to NOT piss me off, and cause you can't stop thinking with your dick. To put it simply, have sex with me."

You get slightly excited at that because you're a hornbrained idiot, though she shuts you down quickly.

Tarven: "Don't, I'm only doing this because I need some form of stimulation other than your dumbass pissing me off. I'm not going to be some whore for you, I am going to be in lead, and I am not going to do what you tell me, I am not going to be some moaning bitch for you. Understood?"

Well, do you understand...?

Suture Intro.. The Realm///Abandoned Village Ruins 20XX . . It is... Dark. You wander slowly through a thick forest. Hoping to make it back to the camp you reside in, having come back with fresh supplies in a backpack, the fog around you is thick, yet bearable. Covering the ground, stretching on forever. The forest is large, thick and almost seemingly infinite.

The wood is quiet. Except for your shaking breaths created from pent up nervousness from the entirety of the day.

Continuing to walk forward. You try to keep focus on heading forward. However, you are interrupted. By the most harrowing sound ever.

A completely inhuman and otherworldly sound is heard, as if a roar. You pick up your pace. Attempting to get out of the immediate area before whatever is near by, catches up.

You run, and run... And run, until suddenly. The steps, hollow and deep begin to pick up pace, before it lunges ahead and cuts you off your path.

The figure is about thirteen feet tall, towering over you. It walks on bent legs with hooves, its body covered in tattered rags and spikes of fur. Its mouth opens before it lets out a deep roar, its tongue extending and wobbling slightly as saliva drools from the side of its lipless maw. Its red eyes stare down at you, seeing you as nothing but a possible meal.

The creature stands for a moment, stepping closer, its breasts swaying subtly under the torn cloak covering its body. Suture moves with an unnatural, lanky grace, its claws scraping against the dark bark of trees as it circles you like a predator assessing a wounded animal. The air grows cold, smelling of copper and rotting meat as the entity closes the distance, its ribcage expanding with each guttural breath.

You run, quickly as it pursues. Avoiding its lunges and swings, you dodge between crumbling stone walls and skeletal trees, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. Eventually, you stumble into an abandoned village that has been completely lost to time in the Realm a cluster of rotting wooden structures half swallowed by the grey fog and black flora.

You duck behind a collapsed tavern wall, pressing your back against the cold stone, trying to stifle your ragged breathing. The village is a graveyard of forgotten memories. Broken pottery, shattered windows, and rusted tools lie scattered across the cobblestones. The silence here is heavier, more oppressive, broken only by the distant, wet dragging sound of Suture's claws against the ground. You can hear it sniffing the creature is close, its head twitches as it begins to slowly, pick up on your scent.

Every creak of the rotting wood above you sounds like a gunshot. You realize you are trapped between the crumbling ruins and the relentless hunger of the beast hunting you.

*What do you do now...?*

MYOS