Ur Ung Baen

Is this me?

Hogg was happy and relaxed, he hadn't felt that way in... ah, who cares? That water was healing. Literally, he could fell his wounds closing, his bones growing, his flesh closing, his scars disappearing... Even the teeth he had lost a couple of days ago... Humm! This was it!

- Where the heck did she find this water? - Because Calus or any other god he had encountered sure didn’t have it. Or had keep it well hidden from everybody.

Hogg was about to leave the bath when he heard something cling. Sitting in the tub he looked out the window. Just a couple of meters from him a Nitter warrior stood sword in hand covered in blood and furious. He locked eyes with him. At that moment various things came to his mind. The firs being f**k!

He had fought Nitters before and those poor excuse of a warrior were, heartless, cold, ruthless murderers, who laughed while taking someone's life, innocent or not. More than that, they were Teneriny creatures, and that meant that they were here to take him back to Calustrácia.

The heck no! He didn’t care what kind of bullshit she had now for him, but he ain’t going back to that b***h, dead or alive!

Second came the realization that he was unarmed and f*****g naked!

- s**t! - Getting up was quickly as possible Hogg armed himself with the first thing he could find ending up throwing a soap bar at the Nitter. The soap hit the Nitter right in the middle of the forehead. The warrior laughed and took out his other sword. Hoog looked around to grab something whatever! Just not soap! When he heard a small squeaking noise. And the Nitter hand landed in from of his feat, inside the water, staining it with blood.

- What? - He turned around to see a just as surprised nitter looking at his handless arm. Just in time for the gigantic Hound to jump up and take the Nitter down, dragging it by the shoulder to the garden, while the creature tried to free itself from its grip.

- Hahah, soap? What, you wanted to clean him to death? - Hoog looked down out of his window. Sitting just below it, a Hound warrior was laughing his ass of holding a soap bar. He was hurt, his other hand holding his abdomen and his sword stained, laying in his lap.

Hound warriors were one of the most ancient and legendary races in Tuát. They were said to be the guards and protectors of Opat, the goddess of justice. Humanoid looking like creatures, they were able to transform into big wolf like hounds. With sharp ears and lean full of teeth's snout. When in human form they were about two and a half meters tall, with big pointing ears and large shoulders, back hair and blue eyes. When in hound form, they were up to two meters high in four legs, had small tails, and short black hair. However form they were though, they had a perfect trained muscular body. They were fairly intimidating looking fellas, in hound form or not.

- Yeah right, did help your ass, no?

- Hah, you are funny boy. - The Hound got up and returned the soap to Hogg. Leaving in the same direction as his partner earlier.

Still slightly embarrassed by the whole soap thing Hogg took out a towel and carefully got out of the bath. His balance as shaky as when he had entered the bath.

- And how would I had been able to fight a Nitter without being able to walk? - More than that. Did you look at that Hound? - And what was a Hound doing here? Weren't they extinct? - s**t, I made the right choice. I would have been dead meat if I had tried to escape.

About escaping... he needed cloths. If it came to be, fighting a Hound would be preferably made clothed. At least die with dignity.

After a couple of minutes to regain his sense of balance and redirect his center of gravity Hogg was ready to start walking. Looking around he saw a mirror by the sink and decided to take a look at the damage. How much had that water healed?

- What the hell? - Grabbing on to his face he touched and examined every inch of it. - Who the f**k is this? Did she camouflage me? Am I, am I taller?

Though the mirror a tall brunette with cascading curls, golden almond eyes, sharp nose and chiseled chin, a f*****g handsome god like man! Quite similar to the god that just dumped him there, he might add, looked back at him with a confused stunned dumb look in his face.

- No! This can´t be! - he growled. Continuously and frenetically touched himself all over, as he watched the image do the same. - The damn b***h made me into a plastic doll! A shifty imitation of that sadistic bastard! - Alarmed Hogg put his hands in his groin. A sigh of relief came out of his mouth. - Oh gosh, thanks, still here... - The b***h had made him “prettier”. He didn’t need to be pretty, he needed to be left the hell alone!

Suddenly a realization came to his mind... did she have some kind of fetish? A brother complex? s**t, kill him now, he didn’t want to be another b***h plaything. And this one was powerful enough to change him hole! - f**k, f**k, f**k, I got to get out of here.

Leaving the bathroom Hogg went straight to the closet he had seen before. Opening it he helped himself to some pastel pants and long-sleeved shirt, finding himself then a pair of shoes.

As he sat in the bed to put them on he realized that he still didn’t know anything about where he was, and what else, besides Hounds may be lurking around the temple. Frustrated the carefully opened the door of his room and entered the hall, it was deserted.

Closing it again he tried the garden, a running hound passed by him.

- Yep, that’s not it. Door number one it is.