Tavern in the desert of Durianossa was busy as usual, most people there are regular, rare do they see new faces. Its been a few months since a odd old man carrying a music box stays all night long drinking , listening to the music box or drawing rough sketches of many creatures he has seen in his life. It is where many hire him for his service, Geras is a beast tamer , well known for taming Toreks the hardest creature to keep at bay for caravans to use. He then heard someone bring a chair to his table, it was a familiar face.


''Geras'' Jok, what are you doing down here in Durianossa, aren't you busy licking the ass of that trademaster in Dal komor?


''Jok" ha ha veeeery funny Geras, you know why im here , boss wants to know where his little pet project is at.


''Geras'' hm? Whatever you mean?


''Jok'' The bloody scav eggs we gave you 3 years ago! Stop playing stupid for fuck sake, we are neck deep in Toreks shit at the moment if you did not realize. He is getting impatient and he'll kill everyone, you, me and the rest of the crew that worked on it! So again, where are the damn scavs!


''Geras'' depends which one you mean, some died from lack of intelligence, others died in training... and the rest were wiped out in the mine.


''Jok'' hu-uh and thats why they are all ''dead'' right? So if they are dead, how in the living shit is there a bomb wielding scav in armor killing people!? You fucking retard!


''Geras'' Alright so little muffin, first of all watch your language, you are an adult so use swearing when its appropriate, not in every sentences. Second of all there is a yinglet using bombs? Where? Never heard of anything here.


''Jok'' Of course you don't know anything about it, YOU FAKED YOUR DEATH AND RAN AWAY AND THAT FUCKING TRADEMASTER KILLED MY FUCKING FAMILY YOU STUPID FUCK HEAD!!



''Geras'' you done? Also if you dont want to be put to your place, lower your voice or the bouncer will crush your head like an egg.


''Jok''................. fine... The bomb wielding maniac, she call herself ''the matriarch'' and she has been murdering a lot of people, at the begining it was just about anyone, then it became a little precise, now she is rather quiet.. which mean she is planning something big.


''Geras'' or is dead, describe that yinglet for me.


''Jok'' Well it wears red cloths, has armor and a mask, they say it has white and black fur.


''Geras'' Did they ever interrogate Zal?


''Jok'' huh .. who?


''Geras'' Zal, he's a freak with 3 eyes that Neeva saved, helped him hatched. I got mad and crushed the other eggs that did not hatch. Orders were orders.


''Jok'' ha yes him... Well he's really not cooperating, even ozma the trademaster's wife refuse to give information about that terrorist. Maybe they respect her too much, or maybe they fear her i don't know but we interrogated a lot of scavs and none of them were helpful in the slightest.


''Geras'' then i have no idea who it is, i assure you i trained only her to become a trained killer since the rest lacked her intelligence..........



''Jok'' You ok Geras? Also is that..


''Geras'' yes.... it is the last thing Neeva made before i turned her into a.. killer. You know i appear calm but it is because i have a wife and kid now, but i would gladly go see that trademaster and shove my axe in his skull. I am a beast tamer, everyone told me Scavs were no less than animals. I thought i was training guard dogs or something, not sentient being able to speak like any of us..


''Jok'' They may talk but they are just slightly smarter pets than the rest, they are all stupid morons. I knew that big pay he gave us would bite us in the ass later. Why do you keep that stupid thing anyway? The tune is bad plus its made by scavs, no one would buy it.



''Geras'' You realize this experience was soul-crushing right? The more i spend time with them the more i doubted myself. Zenyar and Neeva were like a son and daughter to me while Zal was a mentally challenged friend they kept bringing over. I loved them so much you know.. And force training them like i did, snatching their childhood making them tools for a greedy bastard...



''Jok'' Guh.... Seriously? You liked these pests... They made me want to rip my wings off every time it was my turn to look over them.


''Geras'' She was so sweet and innocent, at first she scared the living hell out of me, kept pointing at me with that cold stare, but she slowly stopped and shown a soft side. She was really cute and wanted to make me happy , she kept calling me Master Geras which was cute. Then when she was old enough for combat, the last day before that she carved and made this music box.



''Jok'' Geras i was sent because we believe that this Matriarch is that purple bitch, the way you speak of her leaves me to believe you have her with you and send her to destroy many of the trademasters ally.



''Geras'' Thought i was clear when i said they all died in the mine, i faked my death so no one would chase after me but i guess i was wrong. Also the Matriarch is white with black fur, or are you changing the details of the story?


''Jok'' I...yes but... We saw many purple yinglets so she could be one of them. We tried to interrogate them all, some were roughly injured and some were extremely whorish. We found some who claimed to be named Neeva, but it was pointless these stupid rats would claim anything for clams.



''geras'' classic Jok, bails with his part of the money because he was unable to endure yinglets, then his family gets killed by an obvious traitorous trademaster, now puts the blame on me. If Neeva is really alive, then it's another reason not to go east, she'll kill us all for how we treated her. I hope we can settle our differences if such events but we did not raise her to think , only to kill on sight and by command.





The bartender walks to the table and gives Geras his beer and a kiss on the lips before walking away. Jok looked confused.


''Jok'' what.... the fuck was that?


''Geras'' her, she's my wife now, nice Salva'orek lady, had a kid with someone else before but he died from a sandstriker. We slowly talked to eachother and well love simply bloomed.



''Jok'' heh.... Well then looks like i got something Trademaster would want to know about... you sick fuck you were the one to accept the deal, yet im the one who lost everything! You never gave a fuck about me , always treated me like an useless goon well today this will change!


''Geras'' cool story, hey did you know Toreks favorite food is moth people's flesh?



''Jok'' ...no? Should i care?



''Geras'' well you just threatened me, my wife plus you never told me you pillow suffocate a bunch of the yinglets back then.


''Jok'' What? Who told you that, fucking liar i never touched your stupid scavs!


''Geras'' Neeva told me, she was asking why green moth was putting her brothers under the pillow and not on it, i would have killed you back then but you ran away before i had the change. Now you come back to me without a weapon, you clearly never were in any fight so you dont pose any threat plus if i let you leave you'll snitch on me. Looks like Jok died to the harsh desert, but in reality you'll become what you always were, a pile of shit.



Jok was never heard from ever again, Geras hearing this new information about the matriarch made him lost more into his own mind, trying to think of ways Neeva could have survive, hoping one day he could meet her again without ending in a bloodbath.

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I wanted to introduce more about the human who raised Neeva, While she was raised in horrible condition and is tormented by her past, he can only hope the day he'll be face to face with her , she will at least let him explain his actions... Though he fear she won't be willing to listen to the bastard who made her the way she is.




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