Of Dinos and Deamons

As the screen fades your straining senses are flooded with the sounds and smells of your harem. You have to freeze as you are put into a state of shock. Again, your enhanced capabilities come to the rescue allowing you to get yourself under control un the time between eye blinks. You do have to adjust your tail hold on Sephillia just a bit to keep her clear of your tail blades. Looking around you decide to address the enormous beast in the room. Specifically, Ojoxxotal the massive Tyrannosaur esk saurian now relaxing next to one of the massive fireplaces. “Ojoxxotal, how are you feeling?” “Mhhh, quite well thank you.” You are surprised by the almost English professor sound to the massive Saurian. Ojoxxotal seems surprised that he is talking at all. You do note that almost the entirety of the sound manipulation comes from inside the saurians voice box with little to no manipulation from the mouth.

“Oh, that is must unusual. I have never heard one who speaks like this!” He lifted his head and was now looking to you in confusion. “I do not know what to say, you remind me of some scholars I have heard before, but I confessed I didn’t have anything in particular in mind when I granted your wish. Though, I must confess that I find the contrast rather endearing. What will you do now that you can communicate with others?” “I confess I have not planned for what to do beyond being able to communicate as it always seemed to be an unobtainable goal.”

The sight of a Trex shrugging in ambivalence was amusing and surreal. “We let’s table the issue for now and you can consider your future actions at your leisure. If you become hungry, please let me know as the lands around this castle should be rich with game and I would like to share and exploratory hun with you.” Ojoxxotal slowly nodded to you and continued to relax closing his eyes and begin to quietly practice speaking to himself cycling through several languages.

You looked over to you non gifted deamoness. “Venmoura, you still feel you ow me a debt, yes?” The deamoness nods in afermation. “Indeed, for what you have given me what you have asked is insufficient. We are unequal at this point, and a friendship can only exist when both parties are equal.” “If you insist, though a wise quote I remember, friends carry no debt. However, if you feel the need to render some service to balance us, I have a commission from Malgoroth to hunt down several deamons who escaped the Infernal realm and he would like them back. If you can help me track them down, will that settle your feeling of debt to me?” She takes a moment to consider your offer before nodding. Good that should settle that, though you did plan on trying to rope her into a more intimate exchange in the not to distant future.