"Is that a man? That ans I'm not alone in this dump!" the young blond-haired man said as he rushed to open the door, dismissing the danger.
The man stopped in his track when the door squeaked open. It had been loud enough to be heard over the pouring rain. Without uttering a word, the mysterious wanderer pointed the torchlight towards the hut.
"Uhm... hello!" the boy at the side of the door exclaid, waving his hand and attracting the attention of that ambiguous figure. "You can't keep walking in those conditions under the storm... if you want, I can offer you shelter" he repeated, ready to test whether that strange dream allowed him to interact with people.
The hooded man ca up again while the torch's faint fla wavered without ever going out.
"Hello to you, farr! I don't usually accept invitations like that, but... thank you very much. These black clouds popped up all of a sudden and... well, I was not prepared" the man promptly answered, who, after getting close enough, allowed the farr to catch a glimpse of his face from under his hood.
"Grrr... sscreek" the Nekage growled, remaining behind its master, who turned to keep it quiet.
"Hey, be quiet! Don't scare this man!" he exclaid, inviting his pet to move away and back off.
"Oh, but you're a tar too! Phew! That's why you weren't afraid to let a stranger into your house!" the hooded man interrupted, crossing the door and closing it behind him.
Water flowed from his long tunic, wetting the floor under his feet, and the stranger lowered his hood, finally revealing his appearance.
The short black hair and an uncultivated beard made the young hoowner assu that his guest was older than him. When he unfastened his coat and lifted it from his shoulders, suddenly, sothing that had remained hidden there, sheltering itself from the rain broke free. It flew until it rested on one of the ceiling beams.
"Grrargh! Grragh!" the Nekage panicked, taking refuge behind its master's legs and making the scales of its skin curl as he watched the flying demon who had just entered their house.
"Hey, what's that thing? A parrot?" the young man asked with an astonished air, looking at the demon of his guest, who was wiping its perched wings over their heads.
It was a brightly coloured bird, the size of which did not exceed that of a small parrot. The blue beak was small and curved towards its swollen chest. Two large feathers popped out of his head, extending backwards, almost the entire length of its body.
As pupil-less as those of the Nekage, its small yellow eyes were surrounded by two stripes of darker, almost black blue lines. The feathered and colourful wings were perfectly identical to those of a tropical parrot, while the two birds of prey's legs were hairy and equipped with thin and long claws, similar to those of a badger.
"Uh? Have you never seen a Waromu? Well, maybe they're not very common in these areas, but on the other side of the Southborne Mountains, there are whole flocks of them!" the man replied, amazed that his interlocutor was so shocked. "Oh, what a beautiful specin! Your Nekage is really gorgeous! I've never t one with such red eyes!" the wanderer continued, lowering himself to the little lizard pet and extending his hand toward it.
Nekage, Southborne Mountains... what the fuck is this guy talking about? Did he really ask if I'm a Demon Tar? ? the young householder thought as he continued to look at his guest without speaking.
"Oh, well. Now it's much better," the wanderer said after hanging his wet tunic by the fireplace. "Excuse for my rudeness. I thank you for your friendliness and kindness. My na is Enatsu, and I'm a trader from Silvertide Village, on the other side of the mountains!" he continued, bowing to who had offered him shelter from the rain and extending a hand towards him, ready to make his acquaintance.
"Er... I'm glad to et you, Enatsu!" the farr replied, not knowing what to say. "Um, yes! Sorry, my na is... well, my na is..." he stamred, striving to rember his past, but to no avail.
Just as he tried to dig into the deepest archives of his mind, a tiless and seemingly aningless images appeared for a mont before his eyes.
A glass resting on a dark wooden table was filled with a yellowish substance, and behind it, a bottle was resting, full of the sa thing.
'Yoichi – Fine Whiskey'
This was the inscription on the label of the glass bottle which he was drinking during what seed like the last monts of his most recent mories.
"Yoichi! My na is Yoichi!" he exclaid, shaking Enatsu's hand and taking a long breath.
"Nice to et you, Yoichi and thank you again! You know... you haven't answered my question before! Is the Nekage yours? Are you a tar?" Enatsu asked again, insisting on that information.
"Um... yes, I think so. There's actually a reason why I behave so strangely, and I beg your pardon. I think... I think I've lost my mory!" Yoichi replied, touching his back, almost as if the re thought of not rembering things made him anxious.
*tzzz*pfff*
A strong sll of roasted at quickly expanded throughout the hut, and as Yoichi rembered leaving the three half-rotten steaks on the fire, he imdiately ran to the fireplace. "Fuck... they were going to burn!"
"Well, they don't sll so bad!" Enatsu comnted, hungry for even the slightest piece. "If I may ask..., what do you not rember exactly?"
A deep sigh followed that question. "Anything. I don't rember anything about my past at all. I woke up in this hut with this weird little pet staring at from the bed. The bizarre thing is that it obeys all my command and..."
"Hey, hey, wait a minute... do you really not even rember your Oracle?" the trader asked, sitting on the ground by the fire.
"My what?"
"Your Oracle! Oracles are the demons linked to our soul! If that Nekage obeys your every order and does anything to defend you, that ans... it is your Oracle Demon!" Enatsu replied, chuckling.
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