Mavy the femboy goblin outcast

Mavy tightly clutched the rusted iron dagger with both of his hands. His yellow feline like pupils shown through the dark bushes he hid behind, like glowing torch lights. He could hear noises coming from the tent just a few yards in front of him. His dainty hands trembled as he could hear some one groaning from inside. They sounded like they were possibly wounded that means he might actually have a chance of taking them in a fight! Or well stab you them when their off guard at the least.

Mavy cringed as he though of stabbing someone, he... didn’t want to hurt anyone, but he was starving! He needed to eat, and this was the only way! It wasn’t like any of the higher races would give him food he was goblin, a pitiful one at that. Oh how he wished he could just be back at his tribe’s camp. Even if the other goblins did hit him, and make him do such humiliating things. It was still better then starving to ****! As if to punctuate this thought his stomach then rumbled, and he felt a sharp pain in his gut.

He nearly doubled over due to the pain, he needed to eat, maybe he could just threaten this upper racer, o-or maybe just sneak into their tent, and steal the food from them. Whatever he decided on he had to do it now, while it the cover of rain would provide enough sound to mask his approach. He felt his whole slender frame shake as he continued to stare at the tent. His slim arms suddenly started to feel like jelly, as his shapely legs knocked together. HE WAS SO SCARED!!! Still he tried to keep it together, pulling on his pretty blonde hair, and giving himself a few slaps to the face to get his head on straight. His fingers accidentally ended up getting caught in his hair as he did this though. This was kind of a common occurrence for Mavy. As his hair was in a natural messy bob with part of his hair so unkept it was stuck covering over his left eye due to all the knots it had. It was so cruel of the other goblins not giving him access to the hair cutting tools, he remembering how they would always used to say how a stupid maiden born like him would only cut himself with anything sharp. Mavy squeezed his eyes shut as he tried not to cry, he would show them he wasn’t stupid, he could do this! As he puffed out his supple feminine chest he summoned all the courage he could muster, and started to approach the tent.

Slowly he crept on his belly through the wet grass towards the tent. He could hear the person on the inside moaning even louder, and more frequently now. Then he heard them seem to cry out in pain. Gods they had to be really sick! This thought again made Mavy feel bad for what he was about to do, but the hunger, and desperation spurred him to keep going. So as the entrance to the tent was now only a few more feet away he gripped his knife, and decided to try and take who ever was in there by surprise. He then sprung to his feet, and charged!