Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 80 = Vampire and Vampiress
Disclaimer: With one exception,
all characters here are of my own invention, but the original idea of Yoshies,
Birdos, etcetera, are copyright of Nintendo, and I make no money from writing
this.
“Come
on, drink up…”
Skafria
gently pushed Tsi-Lau towards the unconscious Yoshi, and she stumbled forwards,
weak from hunger. They were in an out-of-the-way room within the aerie, and
Skafria had easily snuck up on him, biting him before he had even realised that
Skafria was a vampire, and he never would now…
“Don’t
drink too much, though.” He murmured, as she inserted her fangs into the two
puncture wounds Skafria had inflicted. “You don’t want to kill him…”
She
paused to speak, taking her fangs out momentarily. “I’m an assassin, killing
someone is nothing to me…”
“You’re
not an assassin any more. You don’t have to take any more innocent lives…”
“I’ve
always taken that path. It’s the only one I know. I’ve killed innocents
already, if I am doomed, there is nothing I can do about it…”
“But
you can.” Skafria whispered as she put her fangs into the wounds and began to
suck blood from the punctured vein on the Yoshi’s neck. “For every innocent
life that you could take, but don’t, you will gain favour with the gods, I assure
you…”
“It
doeshn’t matter.” She gurgled, slurping up the Yoshi’s blood ravenously. “I’m
not going to die, sho I can… mmm… do whatever I want to… ohh, this ish good
shtuff…”
“Just
drink enough to get you healthy again.” Skafria urged once more. “We can find
more food later, I’m sure, if we head back towards the inhabited lands.”
“We’re
not.” She said calmly, taking another slurp. “We’re going to keep going into
the mountains…”
“Why?”
Skafria inquired, gently but firmly taking hold of her shoulders and pulling
her away from the body after another few moments. “I thought we were…”
She
shook her head. “Later. I have a little Guild story I want to pursue, and I
need to find the anthros, and I might look into checking the Underworld
entrance while I’m at it…”
Skafria
sighed as he picked up the winged Yoshi and put him on the bed in the corner of
the room, taking out his sword and successfully casting a magic healing spell
on his second attempt. “If only you hadn’t attacked Darkmark, we could have all
gone together.”
“And
have him controlling us and our feeding habits?” She asked.
The
blue vampire turned to face his companion. “You’ve barely been feeding as it
is, from the looks of it. In this kind of environment, we need lots of Volzia
to protect us from the cold, and whatever else lurks here…”
She
stepped up to him and looked into his eyes. “I still have my reasons for not
wanting to go with him. Besides, back when Shiala was alive, I always liked you
over your friend Marcus…”
“I
remember you helping me hobble through that mountain range on my broken leg, I
guess I should return the favour…”
She
chuckled. “We’ve got a lot in common. Both undead, brought back by the same
vampire, freed from his control by the same person… whether or not you want to
leave Darkmark, I assure you, you won’t regret your decision.”
With
a smirk, he quipped, “I also remember joking with Shiala that if you ever
offered me any, I’d take it without hesitation…”
Placing
one hand on her back and the other on her fins, he pulled her forwards abruptly
and kissed her, licking the last droplets of blood from her fangs, before
connecting his lips to hers and giving her a single kiss, before breaking off
and staring into her eyes again.
“Let’s
go now, my little vampiress, before Darkmark comes and banishes us both…”
“Yes,
let’s make haste…” she agreed. “Without him slowing us down we should be able
to make good time, provided we can fly…”
“Oh,
hey there.” Darkmark muttered, nearly bumping into Yoshata as he rounded a
corner. “I’m preparing to go. The snow’s a little lighter now. Do you have all
your stuff?”
She
nodded, patting her saddlebags, and followed him back to the entrance. “I
haven’t found Skafria anywhere, but my sword… well, it reacts to his presence,
and it keeps getting dimmer. I think both he and that other silver assassin are
running away. So long as they keep running, I’m fine with that…”
“I
can’t say I miss him.” She whispered. “At least I won’t have to sleep with one
eye open any more…”
Karva
was waiting at the entrance to the aerie, and waved to them as they headed for
the outdoors. “Are you leaving, o saviour…?”
Darkmark
nodded, and the winged one followed suit, a little sadly. “You have given me
the hope I need to keep going… please, give that to the rest of our people, I
beg of you.”
The
brown Yoshi nodded once, but said nothing, fanning out his wings from under his
cloak majestically. “Which way should I go?”
“South-south-west.”
Karva said, pointing in the general direction with his spear. “You will know
when you have reached it. May Karshina give you her blessing, saviour…”
“And
may the gods be with you.” Darkmark replied, casting a final glance back to the
cold, malnourished Yoshi, before heading out into the snowfall with Yoshata
close behind, diving through cloud layers to gain speed before levelling off
and banking sharply, turning in the direction he wanted to go…
The
fire cast a dim glow into the dark night, and the smoke rose up to the black
sky in a straight line until the wind picked up and blew it off to one side.
The rocky ledge they were taking shelter behind gave plenty of cover from the
wind, not to the vampires, or Darkmark and Yoshata, but to a group of twenty
soldiers in their distinct metallic red armour.
The
leader of the band of humans was a redheaded knight, though his helmet didn’t
allow his hair colour to show. His armour was bitterly cold, but mercifully it
was padded on the inside, showing the foresight of its designer, who had made
it especially for cold-weather usage. He and his men were resting for the night
as per usual; four on guard, the rest sleeping. There were plenty of nocturnal
creatures out in the mountains that would delight to find a late night snack,
and currently it was his job to stop that from happening. The winter made their
appearances next to none, but only last night had an errant snow-white wolf
tried and failed to slip into their encampment. Its pelt would go back with
them to be sold wherever a decent price was offered. The leader had enough
sense about him not to let an opportunity like that go to waste.
But
first they had an assignment to carry out. He was more used to hacking through
dense forests and jungles, searching out feral encampments, but the mountains
posed a different challenge that he felt eager to take on. His serrated, five-foot,
two-handed sword was encrusted with the blood of those he had slain, and he
never cleaned it for posterity, making it into a personal treasure of his.
Emblazoned upon his right breastplate was something he was equally proud of;
the crest that signified his position as one of the kingdom’s Dragon Slayers, a
Yoshi egg with a sword through it, cracked and leaking albumen.
Originally
created long ago as the Dragoons to fight off the lesser dragons in the old
days, they had since become a small battalion of expert fighters whose sole
military purpose was the mass persecution and execution of the minority Yoshi
races – ferals, winged ones, the anthros that refused to submit to the kingdom,
and the dragon Yoshies… though his father had gotten rid of them years ago.
Though their results were often found, the soldiers themselves were good at
covert operations, and had never yet been caught in the act, preventing a mass
backlash of anger from the rest of the Yoshies.
He
came from a long line of famous Dragon Slayers. His great-grandfather had
killed the last psionics-using ferals, his grandfather most of the winged ones,
his father the dragons, and on this mission, he would wipe out the anthros. The
remaining winged ones had taken shelter somewhere among the mountaintops, and
it would take a lot of trained men to reach them, a task that would have to
wait, until there were enough Dragon Slayers, or they discovered a spell
allowing people to fly…
Sometimes
it was easier than others – he had his orders, after all, and it depended upon
who he was killing. It was always his order to kill as many of the adults as
possible, males preferably, and then move on to the children that were left.
Various Yoshian communities had fallen to his band of soldiers, ruthless, merciless,
and ever efficient, exploiting surprise and superior training to emerge
victorious with lesser numbers.
They
made it easier for him when they resisted, and harder when they fled… but none
ever survived. Having just come back from a mission beyond Corvan, in the
Yoshian lands – a daring assault, and amazingly successful – he had expected to
rest and recuperate back in the capital’s many entertainment houses and
brothels, but was surprised to find a dispatch awaiting him almost immediately,
which he had accepted without question. Obedience had gotten him his rank, and
he intended to keep it.
There
was a loud snap to his right, and he looked over, hearing three matching sets
of metallic noises as his comrades did the same in their bulky armour. They
drew their swords as he collected a burning log from the fire, holding it up to
cast light as they headed in the direction of the noise, past the tent the
others were sleeping in.
“Sir,
over there.” One of them whispered, and he took the lead. They watched and waited,
patient, until he spotted a flash of movement and threw the log in that
direction.
There
was a shrill, female scream, and the light illuminated a pinkish body with
humanlike proportions, but a Yoshi’s head – an anthro. Smirking, the three
knights charged as the leader remained behind, waiting as they brought her
back, firmly within their grasp.
“Well,
well, well!” he said, “An anthro… with wings! They’re crossbreeding now!”
“Let
me go, you brutes!” she shouted, struggling fruitlessly. She looked up and
spotted the Dragon Slayer’s crest, and her eyes widened in horror.
“Shall
we kill her, sir?” one of them asked.
“No.”
The leader replied. “We’ll interrogate her first…”
She
had light pink skin and reddish hair like his, except that while his was rough
all the time, helmet or not, hers was sleekly combed to the sides of her head,
partially covering one of her eyes. Aside from her head, hands, and tail, the
rest of her was bundled up under clothing, with one of those black,
white-stitched scarves around her neck, and that weird symbol on the bottom of
each end of the scarf. Maybe he could sell her clothing too, when he got back…
“You’re
obviously a crossbreed, and since I don’t think that there’d be an anthro at
the top of a mountain, you must be from an anthro village. Tell us where it
is.”
“I’d
rather die!” she spat. “We’ll never side with you again – never!”
“Alright,
you made me do this.” He said darkly.
Reaching
forwards, he pulled off her clothing with help from the third soldier, as the
other two stopped her from fighting back. She started to shiver as she was left
standing in only her boots, holding her hands across her body to cover herself
up from the lecherous eyes of the humans, who had let her go, knowing she
wouldn’t run only to freeze but a few yards away.
“Tell
us.” He whispered menacingly, “Or we’ll keep your clothes, and you’ll freeze to
death in this godforsaken wasteland.
“I’m
n-not a-afraid of y-you.” She whispered. “Y-you… m-murderer…”
“I
am many things, but a murderer is not one of them.” He replied, his smirk
growing wider as she collapsed in the near-zero temperatures. “I am merely
water, purifying the land…”
“A-And
when y-you’re done with us, y-you’ll move o-on to th-the rest of the
Y-Yoshies…”
“Perhaps.”
He said slyly. “Perhaps. Would you rather freeze, or die by the sword?”
He
drew his sword and held it against her body, ever so carefully dragging the tip
over her white chest, using the sharp, serrated edge to push her arm away when
she tried to stop him, bringing the edges up beneath her nose. “Ah, such a
beautiful body, in a way… it would be such a shame to let it go to waste…”
He
snickered once, and the other soldiers followed suit, breaking into a loud,
malicious laugh that was silenced when one of them shouted and vanished from
the light of the fire. He screamed from just outside the range of the light,
and there was a loud hiss following a peak to his screaming, before he went
silent.
As
one, the remaining soldiers lowered their visors and held their swords ready,
pushing the Yoshi into the tent for the time being, and standing in a triangle
with their backs to one another, so that they would not be taken by surprise.
There was a snap as a twig broke, and they turned to look, allowing the soldier
to the leader’s right to also be dragged away in a different direction,
screaming, though among the incoherent babble he managed a shout of “Demons!
It’s a va-”, then when silent.
“Get
the others.” He hissed to the remaining soldier. Within moments the others were
filing out of the tent as the leader stayed alert, looking for any signs of
movement. Whatever was attacking him and had taken two of his men would not
live to see the sun rise…
“Over
there!” one cried, and half of them broke away and rushed the movement, as the
remainder kept on watch. There was a loud metallic sound, and sparks flew, but
the leader knew his men were not so incompetent to be fighting each other…
“Yoshi!”
one of the men with him shouted, and suddenly he felt a large heavy object slam
into him, knocking him to the side. He still had a grip on his sword, and swung
it with all his might, biting into flesh and sending blood splashing onto his
helmet – a personal accomplishment, in his eyes. Whatever he had hit gave a
shriek of fury, and the soldiers attacking the other assailant were all thrown
back at the same time, and the two instigators came into the light.
The
one he had just hit was dark blue, his favourite colour to kill, and the other
was white. The blue one had a diagonal gash along his chest from the serrated
silver blade he carried, but the white one was unharmed, and was licking two
large fangs as she moved in front of her friend as a shield. Struggling to get
up, he watched as his men attacked and were beaten back, with one wielding a
pair of swords and the other a single sword made from a material he couldn’t
identify. Whatever substance was oozing from the blue Yoshi was causing him
grievous pain, but the leader was stuck in his heavy armour and couldn’t get up
off the floor, watching helplessly as his men were defeated.
“You
okay?” the white one asked, a strange white energy pulsating around her hands –
presumably what she had defeated his heavily armoured soldiers with. They
weren’t looking at him…
“That
kayatin got me. Must’ve been the leader,
with a silver sword like that…”
“I
can heal it. Let’s make sure they’re all dead before we start eating…”
God’s name… they are vampires. The human thought. But I can’t take on two… though I don’t want to lose to a Yoshi. Although… one’s wounded, and I can hurt them…
They
turned their heads simultaneously to look at one of the soldiers, who had
groaned, and the leader seized his opportunity, rolling onto his front before
jamming his sword into the ground, using it to get himself onto his feet, and
attack before they knew what was happening. The point bit into the blue one’s
flesh, and he fell back with the sword embedded in him, pulling it from the
human’s hands. The white Yoshi immediately attacked him and struck out at him
with a burst of energy, but it miraculously missed him and he ran into the
darkness, heading for a cave he could wait in until they had gone. He’d be
back, and he wouldn’t die… not tonight…
To
be continued…