/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>You stand outside practicing your swing.
>The usual motions, just like she showed you.
>You still remember how your life came to be this way, some thirteen years ago.
>Your merchant caravan was attacked by bandits and you fled into the woods, wandering without food or water you almost died were it not for the shrine.
>You came upon it's well and immediately drank as much as your parched lips could swallow before passing out nestled beside the empty donation box.
>You awoke that morning greeted by the white wolf in flowing silver robes.
>In her paw a plastic bag from 7/11, in her mouth a lithe, blue ice pop.
"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?"
>The sight of food leaves you speechless.
>On your approach, however she pulls the bag and kicks you away.
>"Get your own, hobo."
>Too hungry for words you reach for the bag again, only for the wolf to knock you to the ground and step over you.
>"Listen if you're not here to donate get the hell out of my shrine. Those who are unwilling to work for their kill get nothing."
>Too hungry to take no for an answer you sit at the foot of the dilapidated shrine and watch as she digs into her food.
>You can barely suppress your powdery drool as it fizzles from your lips.
>She looks at you annoyed, and snarls sending you packing to the faded gate.
>Satisfied she returns to her snacks.
>You creep in after the bones of a discarded chicken wing she lobs at the ground.
>She's visibly disgusted.
>"By Sif kid spit that out!"
>She reaches to snatch it from your hands and gets a fist full of teeth for her trouble.
>You snarl back through the fur of her paws.
>Her gleaming azure eyes glare back as she shakes you off with only a snap of her wrist.
>She then rips the dirt-caked bone from your hands.
>Starved you prepare to attack, only to have a few of the wings placed in your face.
>"HERE! Now fuck off!"
>You look down at the meager amount of meat placed before you and see a king's banquet.
>You hobble away. Greedily snatching chunks of meat from your handout. Snapping the clean bones and sucking the marrow.
>You then go to the well and attempt to wash down your meal.
>She's visibly disgusted.
>As she continues her food, you find yourself still hungry.
>As you close in with the sounds of your rumbling stomach.
>"OH NO! I GAVE YOU YOUR'S!"
>Your still rumbling stomach and pleading eyes beg in place of your words.
>She glares at you with enough spite to curse a man from beyond the grave.
>"You want more?"
>You nod.
>She sighs and picks you up from the dirt before leading you by the arm to a broken length of fencing.
>She hands you a few lengths of lumber, some nails, a saw, and a hammer.
>"You're human right? You know how to make these right?"
>You nod. You briefly recall the many times your father instructed you when the wagons needed repairs. A fence should be similar...right?
>"Good. You want food. You fix my fence. Deal?"
>You nod.
>After some head scratching you manage to rip off the rotted and broken boards from the section of fence.
>It's shaky, but it resembles the rest of the fencing to pass.
>You return to the wolf.
>She inspects your work and after looking it over decides it's satisfactory enough to reward you with a full belly.
>As soon as she sets the rice and salted fish in front of your face you scarf it down.
>"Good work. You have to understand a woman in my position has no knowledge of such things."
>"It's actually really easy. I can show you what I know if-"
>No no. You must understand. As a god of war the ways of wood working are no business of mine. That would be my uncle, Cestus."
>You nearly choke.
>"You're a god???!?"
>"Was it not obvious?"
>You suppose the more you look at her she does look pretty ethereal.
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