Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-27070860-20171004132220

Ka nudged away the beast’s head, which was desperately searching for the berries that were hidden away in the horse’s make-shift bags.

Apparently, the horse was right. They were now, suddenly, a god to this creature.

Problem was, this was nothing more than a spikey, big cow. Ka could rearrange the creature’s insides, to make them a bloodthirsty demon again. But as an overgrown cow, this… ‘thing’ was much easier to take care of.

Besides that, it also stayed quiet and didn’t question anything the horse did as long as it got a few berries on the side.

This was a good start; great, even. Ka got lucky, being able to manipulate strings. The horse was meant to die in this excuse they called a forest, yet instead, he managed to gain his first follower (which, looked pretty dangerous, given the horns and thorns sticking out from its body, not to mention it’s scorpion-like tail hovering behind it. Too bad it’s too much of a cow to really care about intimidating anybody).

Ka rethought everything that’s been happening until now, still trying to nudge the giant’s head away from the stash of bags he hid under the roots of some old oak tree. He wasn’t limited here; there was no good or bad, right? The only point in living back in Jamaa was to be with his friends, protect them to his last, dying breath.

Well, now everyone sees how that turned out.

So, apparently, shouldn’t the horse have nothing to live for? Everything he ever wanted to survive with, everything he ever supported was left back in Jamaa. Away from him, hidden somewhere.

But Ka didn’t care about that at all anymore. He never thought about himself back then. True, he always felt good after caring for his friends, he always felt happy after spending time with the people he liked.

But now, now the whole point of living was to find a ‘new’ pleasure, a new ‘fun’. Someone threw away his old happiness, so instead of moping about it, the horse will just find a new satisfaction.

The monster from before furrowed its brows, probably understanding it won’t be getting any more sweets right now. It plopped down on the ground, watching Ka as the horse stood, musing over what to do now.

This… ‘thing’ was fun. Having these creatures follow him around- this was fun, wasn’t it? It was.

So now the whole point is to gain more ‘followers’, and play god for a while, right?

Right.

Ka thought about all the alphas back in Jamaa;

Liza had a gigantic mansion, Greely slept in a literal underground palace, while Sir Gilbert owned his own castle.

All of the alphas started from nowhere, and were simply given a title by Mira.

Now, Mira didn’t have any voice or control in this forest, therefor, Ka shall name himself the ruler of…

Of what? He can’t rule something without having someone give it to him, or without taking it from some else by force. Logically, this forest belonged to the world. Ka obviously has no way of stealing all this land from earth itself, but there were certain… villagers here.

Villagers such as this monster, who were easily manipulated.

For the creatures, food was ‘good’, and hunger was ‘bad’. Just as most Jammers thought that murdering was ‘bad’, while mercy was ‘good’.

Of course, there were so many exceptions and stupid rules as to what was a murder was and wasn’t. It was all too confusing and stupid to the horse, so he didn’t think about it for long.

For now, he was a symbol of ‘food’, for the creature, the source of berries the other could eat. Ka wasn’t sure how long it might take to get the monster’s loyalty and trust, but so far so good. He was still alive, wasn’t he?

Point was, it could be pretty cool to have a few more giant cows under his care (truth be told, Ka had a soft spot for pets). It would also be pretty cool to have a decent looking house.

Ka glanced over at the monster, watching as it made itself comfortable on the ground.

Maybe, if the moonlight were dim enough and if you were to look at the right angle, this ‘thing’ might have even looked adorable.

As the horse started walking forward, something tugged at their legs, making them struggle with continuing onward. The straps from the armour the horse made for himself were digging into his skin, making him uncomfortable. Damn it- monkeys and koalas had it easy with these leather straps. The horse always struggled to make anything useable for himself.

He'd have to deal with it until he once again had the power to manipulate the strings- he’ll be able to make this more comfortable then.

Ka decided to not waste any more time, before grabbing a rope he managed to create from a nearby tree. He carefully looped it around one of the trees the monster managed to push over during their ‘playful war’ over the berries (Ka didn’t have any fun, but the overgrown cow surly thought it was a enjoyable game).

He then proceeded to pull plenty of materials over to a spot he deemed good enough to start building a house (or a fort, he had all the time he needed to create his own mansion. Start small, then grow big). It might take a while (seeing as the horse wasn’t anything close to an engineer- he only studied anatomy and such before being exiled. Which, thanks to that, he now had a chance at having a few weird-looking cows under his own command).

The horse continued pulling materials to his spot, before finally giving out and going deciding to take a rest. The deep breath of the sleeping monster lulled him to sleep.