Role

Chapter 6

Most days are spent idle, trotting along after the steady plodding of my
companion. I'll admit that I didn't truly understand all that he'd gone
though for the longest of times. He'd treated me as if I were a king, always
allowing me to have my way, feeding me and taking care of me, but now I see.
A great bond was between us both. After all, I'd lived with him for close to
ninety years, nineteen as this other calendar counts, but they were good
years. I suppose, we were like family.

Sometimes.. sometimes, there is so much blood. I bark, growl, howl and
strike but never can seem to latch on with my bite, alone. I gaze onward as
he struggles, and strives to bludgeon his enemies. That thin little waif of
a man, barely even my height, never seems to relent before his villainous
enemies. When in the throws of those magical battles, I do my best to align
and combine my own assaults with his. I don't know if he's ever sensed it
but I make every effort to support his tactics. So far, I've gotten the
feeling that, at times, we work well together in some aspects.

After witnessing so many differing incursions, insurrections, and skirmishes,
I've grown to crave the excitement. The metaphysical sensation of my locked
jaws when he's wrapping the enemy in coils, the strong surge as fangs pierce
to coincide with a bludgeoning or stinging blow, each fills me with sentiment
and feelings long sense past. Some of the most intense emotions is derived
from facing orcs, in their savagery. I feel a resonance with this, nearly as
much as when facing the traveler who extinguished me. Such penetrating
desire and encounters raise he and us at an astounding pace, almost nonstop.