After plenty of efforts, May had saw one weakness within herself that still needed to be worked on. Even with only half the blood of an ape she still had the crippling weak tail her father complained about. He threw away the strength of his inner beast, to discard the thing he had seen as a weakness. Maycair was for once glad she learned to embrace herself. The remembrance, the trembling power she had felt upon the moons resplendent stare. The pulsating primal conflagration of her blood invigorating her frame, transforming her into a reflection of the power inside. It was arguably revolting, but also strangely intoxicating. The rush, the burning she felt in her body, her veins could become addicting if she wasn’t cautious.

The feeble raised on the bottle of cravings over control would never learn true strength. That only came in honesty, she’d have to be a dead fool to lie about the detriment of her tail. Still, it was a muscle, there was bone in it, she could train it just like anything else. Now having employ with Zero of West City. The only way to do that was to step up her game. She was wearing the weighted clothing she bought all day. Though, to be fair it was also the only pair of clothes she had at the moment. She had to get hers custom tailored with how small she was.. She did have some extra weights, which would be the first step to putting her tail to the test.

“Alright time to see how this goes.” Maycair would say, pulling the weight cloth, wrapping it around her tail slowly. Creeping up on her , climbing up the hairs of her tail. the fabric began to tightly grip. The sensation turned from the comfort of a soft cloths embrace to the breaking sensation. Gravity’s rough touch would send the paralytic grasp May had known in her past. It was a terrible reminder of how even gaining power meant nothing if someone saw that one weak point. All of the demons strength left her, the statue strong pose she carried was reduced to a sniveling attempt at a crawl.

“Well, I guess they don’t call it a weakness for nothing… urrggh.” Maycair grunted, struggling to inch across the ground. It was a pathetic display. She had to move, not just for the training, for the power, but for the fact that she had completely forgotten to eat. Laying across the floor, what felt like miles away sat a jar of dried bison meat. It was rare, it was a delicious treat she had only recently acquired it. May wanted it, she craved the salty delectable spice blend, the sweetness of the paprika, the garlic both slicing through the gamey taste. Only one peace had been devoured since acquiring this meaty treat, There was so much left, just sitting there and she would have. With devotion, anger, the pure concentrated power of will motivated it pumped the veins, the muscles that felt evaporated.

“I…. Will….. EAT!” May roared, moving at the pace of a snail, but she moved. It would take an hour, it required he to even open the bag using her teeth and tongue, slowly nibbling away at the pieces. Then came the strength to bite, chomp and devour the food. For now that was enough, she would survive into the night. Keeping the strength she had, that was the start to getting control over this crippling limb. When May had the strength the halfling crawled up, using the rocks to prop herself up. The extra weight on her tail felt like a comet tugging her down into its collision. She wanted to crash, but she couldn’t this would be her life for the next few days.

It wasn’t enough, each day would wake with struggling just to move. To control her body as the piercing reminder of who she was ripped up her spine. It burned, it was difficult to even think, but she could feel the twitch in her tail. The impulse, the desire to flex it was strong but she couldn’t do it. It was enough to work it out, to try and lift the tail. Now it was just a rope, but eventually it would get easier. Soon the struggle to even move would turn into a minor impairment. After days of dealing with it, hours of coping the strength to just move around like normal was possible, but she was still nowhere near the strength she had recently acquired. It’s wasn’t enough, every time any blessing would grace her May took herself down. Becoming cocky would be a true downfall, she had seen a glimpse, not even the peak of what existed. That brief glimpse, the understanding of what could come was a great motivator.

“I will not let my blood be a weakness, I will not let anyone take advantage of me, to give them a reason.” She grunted to herself, doing pull-ups now that she could move with virility. Even her tail, that had a work out of its’ own, doing curls with the weighted cloth. Sure the pain existed to a point, but she could work through it, eat and get at it again later. Resting was hard, mostly because they weren’t very comfortable clothes. Buying some blankets would’ve been a smart move, but that was fine laying on cold rock with weights pushing you into the earth was always fun. It would be enough for May until she had the strength to fly. She felt stronger than a human, she was onto tasks of fetching water again. It was becoming a comfortable sense of life with time. The weight felt slightly lighter but it was always enough to hold her back. That was good for her, it was the path to finding some sort of self confidence. It was never enough for Maycair, she didn’t notice when the pain seemed to fade but she would keep the knot on her tail. It was like a bow, a reminder of the goals she set for herself. Plus, it was a great additional piece to her ensemble.


WC: 1030
Learning Tail Mastery
wearing weighted clothes 50%- pl 50%+ gains 
PL: 16,770 halved = 8,385