Some More Wandering About

The sun is beginning to set on the first day of Krvavy’s little adventure. Literally. It’ll be completely dark out in around an hour or so, if she had to guess. Kind of hard to know for certain without any sort of clock though.

Krvavy has kept up a good speed for most of the day, only really slowing down when she had to deal with those annoying thoughts or when she wanted to have a snack. It isn’t easy to eat while jogging through the woods.

But she should probably set up camp soon. If she even wants to, that is. It isn’t like she has anything to cook over a fire and it won’t get cold enough at night to bother her, especially since Beryl made Krvavy bring one of the blankets with her. She doesn’t need it, but it doesn’t hurt to carry it along.

So no point stopping as soon as the sun sets. Besides, as long as there aren’t too many clouds in the sky the moonlight should bright enough for her to see by. Krvavy has no idea how much of that is from her eyes being pretty good or just the world being like that. She doesn’t exactly have much experience being outside in the real world to compare it to.

The treeline ahead of her abruptly ends, causing Krvavy to come to a stop. It would seem that she found a river. And a big one at that. Well, she needed to refill her waterskins anyway, so it is kind of helpful. But how will she cross it?

Krvavy does know how to swim, it’s just that she hasn’t done it in quite a while. And never in this body. But that isn’t really the problem, as the river looks like it is pretty slow moving and fairly easy to swim across. The issue is that getting soaking wet will probably ruin the food in her pocket and make her really cold...

Well... She has enough time left in the day to dry off, and even to make a campfire if she needs to. So might as well get this over with today rather than tomorrow.

Taking off her loincloth and securing it around the head of her axe, Krvavy steps into the river.

The water is cold enough to immediately make her regret doing this now, but she isn’t going to immediately give up. Each step brings her deeper into the river, with the chilly water slowly rising up her scaled legs. She winces as her hefty sack and meaty rod get submerged, though it isn’t too bad once she gets used to it.

Before she even knows it, Krvavy has made it halfway across the river, still walking along the bottom. The water only reaches up to just below her armpits, deep enough that Thea would be completely submerged. She could swim the rest of the way, like she had planned, but Krvavy is a little worried about being able to keep her axe upright and her loincloth out of the water if she were to try.

So Krvavy is fine just walking the rest of the river’s width. She shivers slightly, slowly rising from the water step by step. Once out on the other bank Krvavy considers stopping to make her camp here. But after a few moments of thinking, she decides against it.

She doesn’t have any hair on her body, so the water is just dripping off of her. There is a good chance she’d be dry by the time she got a fire going. So she’ll keep on walking instead. And if she is wrong, well, she still has some time before the sun sets to start a fire.

Sitting down beside a small campfire, Krvavy stares up at the stars that fill the night sky. She still isn’t used to just how beautiful it is. Granted this is, what, the third time she has even seen them? That is probably the biggest downside to living in a cave.

Just a bit after the sun set Krvavy stumbled upon this little clearing, with a large rock jutting out from the ground at a slight angle. It was too good of a spot to pass up, so she decided to set up camp here. The nearby berry bush also helped make up her mind, as she actually recognized it as one of the many foraging opportunities that Beryl described to her. Honeyberry is a real apt name for these little golden things, as they just straight up taste like honey.

Krvavy didn’t really need to make a campfire though, as she dried off pretty quick. And it is also a warm night to begin with. She just felt like it would add to the mood. And she was right.

There is just something about sitting out here beneath the twinkling stars, her back against a large rock and a tiny fire to keep her warm. Even if that fire was a pain to start and she had to use Sculpt Stone to make the rock a bit more comfortable to lean against.

Captivated by the night sky, Krvavy only just realizes something. There are two moons. One is rather large, and one is a bit small. Though the small one still looks bigger than the moon back in the real world. How in the world did she miss that? They are pretty noticeable and shine relatively bright, so the fact that she is only just noticing that there are two moons kind of makes her feel a bit stupid...

Hopefully they orbit around and only one was in the sky both of the times that she looked up at night... She is pretty sure that she has seen the smaller one before, but that means Krvavy somehow missed the bigger one. So yeah, she’ll just say that it was on the other side of the planet, or something.

That doesn’t really bother her that much though, as it makes the sky even more beautiful to look at.

The sun is high in the sky once more as Krvavy wanders west, the gentle wind blowing at her back. The forest has thinned out considerably, so she must be reaching the edge of it already. That isn’t much of a surprise though, as she knew that the woods didn’t extend as far west as it does to the south from when she climbed to the top of her little mountain.

But the ground out here has gotten rather hilly again, though not nearly as much as the rocky area she has made her home. It just means that Krvavy is having to climb up and down grassy hills interspersed with patches of trees and lots of shrubberies. That really slows her down and makes it all a lot more tiring than it would otherwise be.

It is around midday now, probably just a bit before noon, so maybe she should start heading back now? After all, Krvavy is really looking forward to coming home so that she can ravish Beryl like she promised, and the sooner she turns back the sooner that’ll happen.

That said, she isn’t feeling too pent up right now. Krvavy was right when she said that it’d be easier without the temptations all around her. She could still use some relief though, but that is more due to the fact that she pointedly ignored her morning wood. Just jerking off out here in the woods feels a little too weird. Maybe if she got ****, but why bother masturbating when she has some good fuckholes just waiting for her back home?

Shaking her head clear of all that, to keep herself from getting worked up, Krvavy makes it to the top of yet another grassy hill. She might as well take a break and have some lunch before heading home.

Turning around so that the gentle wind blows across her chest, Krvavy leans back against a tree and reaches into her pocket. She is starting to run a bit low on jerky, but that isn’t a problem as she still has plenty of the travel food that Beryl made her bring along. It is just a bit more difficult to eat, being a bit crumbly and all.

It really is weird how good all this tastes, considering that it isn’t exactly fresh and has been sitting inside a leathery pouch for a while. She can’t really describe why it tastes so good either, as the meat is satisfyingly meaty, the berries are nice and sweet, and the nuts are nutty. Though it could do without the mushrooms. They are a bit rubbery and kind of annoying to chew, but they do taste alright, if a bit tangy.

Some loud neighing and stomping snaps Krvavy out of her thoughts, pulling her attention away from her lunch. “Hey! Settle down!” A worn voice calls out from just over the hill.

With her curiosity piqued, Krvavy carefully creeps around the trees and hides behind a large bush. It seems that she has stumbled upon a beaten dirt road, with a single wagon drawn by two horses heading down it. Or at least the wagon was heading down the road, as the two horses seem to be panicking, rearing back and kicking into the air.

Is this Krvavy’s fault? Beryl did say that she has a bit of dragon smell to her that’ll keep most animals away, and the wind is blowing from her down to these horses. She doesn’t really know how to feel about apparently smelling enough to scare horses down on the other side of a hill from her.

But... This does provide a pretty nice opportunity for her. The wagon has quite a bit of stuff but only a single person on it. An old human man, with a spear and shoddy looking crossbow resting by him. She could easily run down there and take him out. Even if he can react in time there wouldn’t be much he could do against her.

So does she want to do some raiding? A bit of banditry? Classic highway robbery? Though is it still robbery if she kills the guy?