Adventures Of A Goblin

Orun walked down the forest path, finding his way through the path sided by Wyverns and Minotaurs alike.

About a week and a half has passed when Orun had accepted the Minotaur race in, and erected a tent big and tall enough to house them in.

It wasn't their permanent residence, but temporary, at least until they have gotten themselves all together.

Before the building of the empire can proceed, Orun plans on recruiting seven to eight different monster species, that would help solidify the Empire's foundation.

It is only after the recruitment process is done, that Orun will start the building process, starting with assigning suitable location for each specie to inhabit.

He is currently at the site where the Minotaurs tents are erected, and on his way to meet with the Minotaur leader, to bring him over to their tent, and discuss with Wildria how the condition of things will be like going forward, and also the recruitment of more monster specie.

He is not yet used to using the messenger trope to help him call on the presence of the Minotaur leader, because, he is not the kind to boss others around.

Though, he is aware that he needs to change that aspect about him, if he plans on ruling over different monster specie, he has to be able to take on multiple personalities when the situation calls for it.

Orun got to the tent where the Minotaur leader laid rest to, and proceeded to go in without asking for permission first.

"How do you like that, you filthy bull!".

"Yes Master, I Love It Very Much, More! Please, Choke Me To Death, Master!!".

When Orun got inside the tent, he was........ Troubled by the scene that was displayed before him.

"ahem!! ahem!!"

He really just wanted to turn back and go out of the tent without having to disrupt what he saw, but he could not do that.

Time is of the essence for Orun and the monster kind, and he, wants to put everything in place as fast as he can.

The Minotaur leader coming with him, is very important, hence why he had to make his presence known by mimicking the sound of a cough, with his voice loud enough to shadow the disturbing voice coming from the Minotaur leader.

The atmosphere that reigned after Orun's imitated the cough sound was uhmm.......... Think of that moment when you were still very young, and you had this desire to take what doesn't belong to you.

The feeling that comes with being caught by a third party at that moment, is how the current atmosphere looks like.

For those of you who are too righteous to even think about taking what doesn't belong to you, I want you to imagine you being in a conversation with your loved one.

During the conversing moment, you mistakenly blurted out a very uncomfortable statement.

Another example is when you are in a confined place with your friends, and then a sound silently and softly rang out, accompanied by the smell of what can only be described as dead for three days straight.

That tense mood, that suspicious face on who is right and who is wrong? That is similar to what Orun is currently experiencing.

That mood that follows after the statement, is exactly what happened in this case.

I would have used the word awkward to sum it up, but that is an understatement to how they currently feel.

"i and Wildria are about to commence on the meeting about what to do going forward. We thought it compulsory that you be present as the leader of your specie".

Orun managed to keep a straight face on, with his body movements portraying that he did not see anything, and could care less about what they were doing.

When he was done telling the Minotaur leader what he wanted to, Orun swiftly turned his body, and made his way out of the tent, leaving the Minotaur leader and his partner in a daze.

"it appears their physical description is not the only thing that is animal like".

[ actually master, that is not true. Minotaurs are! ].

'Oracle!'.

Orun knew what Oracle was going to say, and so, he stopped it just in time.

'some words are best left unspoken!'.

He said, making his way back to the tent where Wildria was waiting for him at.

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"and the Minotaur leader".

Orun got to the tent where Wildria was waiting in. He went inside, and took a seat on one of the three wooden chairs set down in a round formation.

Wildria saw the look on his face when he came in, and knew that something was wrong.

She waited a while for the Minotaur leader to come in, and when she could not perceive any sight of him shortly after Orun had entered the tent, she proceeded to ask him why the reason is.

"the Minotaur leader will be joining us shortly".

Orun's voice sounded hesitant, assuring Wildria that there really is something going on with him.

"is there something going on with you? Something you feel you need to tell me".

"no, everything is fine".

Orun says, with his head down, and his thoughts still on what he had earlier seen.

"Orun, you do know you can be honest with me right? Whatever it is that is troubling you, I am all ears to it".

"you don't have to tell me Wildria. I am well aware of it. It is just....."

He was confused on what to do. Orun would love nothing more than to forget and erase the memories of what he saw in the Minotaur leader's tent.

His mind however, is not in agreement with his thoughts. The scene of what happened, kept rewinding itself in Orun's head, and repeating itself over and over again.

Frankly, it was disturbing and traumatizing for Orun who thought that he had become immune to most surprises.

'just when I thought I have seen it all, the world springs forth another weird event for me to experience!".

He had his head raised up, looking at the wood carved roof of the tent.

"it is really nothing you need to concern yourself with".

There was no way he could tell Wildria that he saw the Minotaur leader with a female Minotaur, carrying out a very, very dangerous foreplay in an uncomfortable position.

Who in their right minds will blurt that out? To a female no less.