Liek’s day so far had been fairly normal for the boy since taking to living out in the wild, he’d awoken after sleeping in an alcove of a cliff, tucked away from any night predator that may eye him up, before doing some light training to wake his body up. He’d feasted on some fruits he’d prepared the day before for breakfast and then set about doing another round of light training.

Once he was done with that he took to the skies, souring as high as he could before simply gliding gently as he gazed down at the Earth from tens of thousands of metres in the air. He basked in the chill of the air at such a height, inhaling serenely before exhaling and watching his warm breath turn to steam as it met the chill of high altitude. After a while of this he closed his eyes and whispered a few words for the wind to catch and carry, a small prayer to Basireous to thank the Dragon God for this moment, and for these winds, before making his descent.

He plummeted like a stone, head first and body streamlined to minimise resistance, a dark streak through the sky like a bird of prey descending on it’s next meal. The green of the forest drew closer and closer, the details becoming clearer and clearer, but Liek didn’t stop. The sea of leaves began to become more defined, the contours of one tree’s branches ending an another’s beginning became more defined, but Liek still didn’t stop. Leaves became clearer from other leaves and Liek just kept falling. It wasn’t until he breached the canopy that he did something, he tucked his legs into his chest, wrapped his arms around them and rolled.

Then, just a metre from the ground he stopped the roll, untucked his body and rocketed off along the forest floor at top speed, weaving between the trees with a precision he’d not seen anyone else manage so far, aside from his late grandmother. To Liek this seemingly reckless flying was just another form of training, he could feel it in his bones, there was a level of skill beyond what he’d managed so far. He wanted to know what that level was like, even if it meant blazing a trail to where no one else had ever managed to reach.

However, is attempts to push that envelope where interrupted as he ki sense went off, detecting a stronger then normal life form in the area. That being said, the strongest normal life forms where freaking dinosaurs. So this wasn’t exactly a normal place to just stumble on just anyone.

It was therefor unsurprising that Liek’s curiosity was well and truly piqued at the presence of such a life form. The boy slowed down and changed direction, skidaddling off in the direction he felt the presence.

He arrived just in time to see a woman chowing down on some raw meat. Raw dinosaur meat at that!

The boy blinked and spoke out loud, “Uh… far be it for to tell you how to enjoy your meals but… cooking meat makes it easier to digest and so you get more energy out of it.” This was not a false statement, the digestive system of most sapient life forms benefited from the cooking of food which weakened the chemical bonds of the meal, making them easier to break apart and absorb. Liek was also pretty sure cooked meat tasted a heck of a lot better then it did raw.

Now that he was closer boy was only more curious, what he was sensing from this girl, the wavelength of her ki… there was something… familiar? No. That’s not the word… Similar about it. Yes, similar. Similar to his own ki. But only to part of it, like how the Saiyans he’d met resonated with a different part…

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PL: 28.998
Zeni: 22,310
WC: 649
Bonus: 2x Bonus to 100K, Looters +7.5% Zeni

Liek’s impressions of this woman after the few moments of observation he’d had of her so far, was that she was definitely bizarre, but that she also had some interesting abilities. The boy had never seen anyone do something as interesting as materialising a mug out of thin air before! What a strange ability! What was it’s limitations? Could it be taught? Could he learn it? While he did have a similar technique, Energy Materialisation, it was limited to the explosive crystalline structures called Orgonite.

But the enthusiasm to learn more about this technique was tempered by the woman actively eating raw meat and drinking blood… and enjoying it, even seeming to delight in the ingestion of the unsanitary substances. That was on a whole different level of weird that the boy had never imagined he’d ever actually encounter. He’d seen the behaviour in fiction before, but he had always assumed that was where such appetites would forever remain. That such a person actually existed perplexed the teen.

At least, he supposed, she wasn’t committing outright cannibalism.

The words he had spoken to her also elicited an unexpected response. He wasn’t sure what kind of response he’d get, surprise at his flying in? Aggression and defensiveness? Some spiel about some weird fad diet that was popular among young women these days? She wasn’t dressed in animal skins or rags, so incoherent ramblings of a wild person had been off the table from the start. Out of all possible outcomes, being asked to try the raw meat and blood was absolutely at the bottom of the list of things he thought would be among the possible reactions.

To his own surprise his reaction to the offer was not to back away in disgust or horror, it was to approach the woman. There was a slow but steady pace to his steps, making it clear to just about anyone he had no ill intent. What guided his steps was a strange urge, a buried instinct hidden within the very depths of his being freshly awoken by the suggestion, a thought alien to the boy, combined by the coppery scent lingering in the air, that even his nose could detect, the distinct scent of blood.

The instinct, the craving began to burn and hunger. It clawed at his mind and ate at his will. Intoxicating, encompassing. The suggestion bounced about in his head until it eventually it dominated his thoughts. The boy couldn’t resist any longer and gave in to the overwhelming instinct and took the woman up on her offer, taking the meat and blood from the woman’s hands, coated the hunk of meat in blood and took a large bite.

As soon as the flavours met the boy’s tongue his eyes widened as reason returned to him. He shoved the meat and mug of blood back to the woman and covered his mouth in horror. Why had he done that? Where had that overwhelming need to do that come from? And most importantly of all, possibly the most horrifying question of all in this moment, why did he find the tastes assaulting his pallet in this given moment so undeniably delightful?

The boy took two more steps back, his eyes darting between the ground and the woman, clearly filled with confusion and fear. To his added horror, the moment he tried to spit the mouthful out he swallowed it instead. After a moment, “What…? Why…? Why did I just do that…?”

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WC: 580
TWC: 1,229