>>6108682Before doing anything you reach out to your wife, telepathically calling to her.
“Meloka? What's going on?” you ask her. “Is everything alright?”
“Karn, your finally up! You've been down for almost a whole day now!” she <span class="mu-i">thinks</span> back to you. However, her emotions are a bit more guarded than usual, not sensing the flood of emotion you usually sense when contacting her. “I was starting to get worried.”
“Sorry hun, didn't mean to worry you.” you answer, smiling faintly as you sit up in bed. “So, what's the situation?”
“We're gathering to start training, are you going to be joining us?” she asks, you agreeing as you stand up out of bed, dressing in a simple training suit. But as you look to the Soulstone, deciding if you should take it along or not, Mechikabura's warning plays again in your mind.
“Trust no one. You never know who might be wearing one of your family's faces.” he'd said, you reaching over and grabbing the magical stone. You connect to the power you'd been storing into it, feeling the wellspring of power blooming within.
“If the worst should happen.” you mutter, tucking it into your designated pocket. You do the same thing with your dragon bone dagger Chilli'd made you, tucking it into your left boot's sheath. For a moment you look at the trio of weapons leaning in the corner by the door, your Jiralhanae Chieftan's hammer, your Wolf Knight Sword and the other sword you'd recently claimed, shaking your head. “No, I don't think I need them.”
As ready as you can be you exit your room, the door sliding shut with a barely-audible hiss. Turning, you make your way towards the exit, only for your stomach to growl audibly. As it does your vision swims, strength plummeting as you drop to a knee. Stomach aching painfully, you realizing it's been over a day since you've eaten. And your body, having burned through your power reserves with the Primal form, is now on empty. So, you change your plans, heading quickly to the mess hall first. As you move, your limbs immediately beginning to burn as if working in heavy gravity. Seems you used quite a lot more power than you'd thought, but making it to the mess hall the door slides open, you walking in.
“Ah, there ya are. Just in time.” Silver says, you barely able to make his words out over the sudden assault of smells, the delicious odor of burnt, charred meat filling your mind. “C'mon, have a seat.”
“Thanks.” you say, throwing yourself in a seat. A moment later Jim comes out carrying the entire spit-roasted hindquarter of a large beast, dripping with juices and smelling divine. He sets it onto the table before you, you grabbing it by the spit still put through the quarter the size of your torso, digging in voraciously. The first bite fills your entire body, the taste, texture, flavor, smell, all of it is simply... Perfect.
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