Who's a good little monster? [Solo]

[Sylvia]

Ah, the Windsor Wood. Sylvia remembered all too well her last visit to these woods, an event that was less then ideal. Their party had nearly wiped when both her and Apoc had nearly fallen to a hoard of persistent slimes. The battle was long and at times nerve wracking, back then she was but a low level newbie who tried to take on the world far to early. She was still a low level newbie when compared to the higher level players wandering around, but she was no longer so ignorant and weak. Thanks to that day, she had earned herself several levels worth of experience and made herself even stronger. She had learned several new spells, and even upgraded her weapons and armor using the money that the slimes so generously left them. Indeed, she was much better off then she had been before.

Now well equipped and more knowledgeable, Sylvia once again traveled through the forest alone. And Sylvia strained to make sure she would be alone with every fiber of her being. It wasn't that she hated Apoc, for secretly she rather enjoyed his company, you know when he wasn't being on oblivious jerk face. But today she was on a self journey of discovery. She was here to try and level up her subclass, Animal Taming. And she didn't want him scaring off her potential slaves before she had a chance to work her magic on them. So no, today she wandered out alone and did her very best to cover her tracks as she went deeper and deeper into the woods. She was no tracker, and thus had no special skills to help her in this. But neither was he, so she was confident that her effort to cover her tracks would at the very least fool HIM. And she was content with that. If any sort of ninja was lurking after her, hiding her tracks would be the least of her worries.

However, the deeper into the woods she went, the more lost she would find herself. Eventually Sylvia would stop and actually begin to wounder if traveling deep into the woods was actually a good idea. What if she got lost? What if she never was able to find her way out again? What ifs, and could be's flickered through her mind but she ruthlessly squashed each and every one as quick as they came. It wouldn't do to fall back on her nerves now. Not when she was so close to glory and her precious prize. She had chosen the sub class Animal Trainer, and she was here to train... something. Just what she was going to train was actually beyond her understanding. For what she knew about this world was that practically everything was labeled as a monster in some form or another. Each monster had various typing's, but they were monsters none the less. Was there actually any sort of limitations to her skill? She was going to find out.

Pressing a finger to the air in front of her, Sylvia brought up the menu and stared at her own profile for probably the seventh time that day. She was a level eleven adventurer of the Druid class, but only a level 1 of the Animal Taming class. She was quite unsure of how to start honestly. Killing monsters was simple enough, but befriending them was a whole other story. "Let's see... Scout. The Animal Trainer attempts to recruit a monster to their cause in order to create a temporary partner." She nodded to herself, reading a bit deeper to try and help solve her problem. "This is often done by approaching the monster without startling or aggravating it. If performed successfully, a tamed monster will fight by the Trainer's side for a few minutes before control is lost and the monster returns to the environment." Ah so THAT was how it was done. It seemed simple enough at least, all she had to do was go and try it out.

So then, what exactly should she choose for her first victim. She thought back on the slimes she had encountered earlier and grinned. They were slow, stupid and probably very easy to manipulate. They were one of the low leveled adventurers favorite targets because of all these things. So then, where to find a slime when she actually needed to. Usually they just sort of appeared out of nowhere or arrived in mass when you least wanted them to. Searching around the immediete area, she was dismayed to not find a single slime. She did however find a rabbit which bounded away from her faster then she could blink. They were speedy little buggers, perhaps later after her encounter with the slime she could try one of those instead. But for now, sadly a slime would have to do. "Come on... where are they! It's not like they are very good at hiding, they leave a trail wherever they go!" Sadly after a great deal of hunting she was still without her trophy. And she was getting more and more aggravated by the minute.

Huffing in irritation, eventually Sylvia resorted to climbing a nearby tree in search of her target. High up in the branches, she scanned the grasses, looking for absolutely anything that rustled the blades or even moved. She was tired, and her countless hours of searching only to come up empty handed, was draining her spirit. She needed to find something now or so help her she just might resort to burning down the whole forest to flush them all out. Thankfully however, it wouldn't come to that because low and behold a low leveled dull green slime inched its way toward Sylvia's tree. This was exactly what she was waiting for. A slime an actual slime! This was it! Jumping down from her tree, the overly eager girl would land directly in front of the slime, her scythe hefted onto her shoulders. And despite her most honest smile, to the slime the smile looked akin to the smiles from the most savage of homicidal maniacs. Needless to say without a seconed glance the slime started to scoot in the opposite direction.

"Hi there I'm- H-hey where are you going? I'm not done befriending you yet! GET BACK HERE!" How dare that slime, she had actually smiled and everything here. What exactly went wrong? Was it something she said? Darting out in front of the slime she whirled and flashed her smile even brighter. "I said, hi. Now. BE MY FRIEND!" And away the slime whirled once again. But who could blame it? The slime was level one and Sylvia level 11. The slime may have been ignorant of many things, but difference in power was not one of them. The slime would have needed to have had a death wish if it wanted to cross this adventurer. So it was doing it's very best to try not to aggro this strange creature and scoot away from it however possible. Sadly to the slimes dismay, the adventurer did not seem to want to leave it alone. It followed the slime wherever it slithered to, no matter if it tried to squeeze itself under the roots of a tree, or scrawl up a steep incline of rocks. The adventurer persisted and seemed to only get more forceful with its demands.

Be her friend she said, come on and fight with me she said. But truth be told the slime was very intimidated by her personality. Who on earth would want to work with that? The slime would have to be crazy, she would use it for target practice! And from the look on this adventures face, if the slime did not soon comply it might soon become target practice anyways. So regretfully the slime slowed to a halt at the face of the steep drop in front of it and and looked back at the adventure that inched closer still. The slime had become trapped on the edge of a small scale cliff face that held a great amount of jagged rocks at the bottom. Here was Sylvia's chance. "Ha. No where to run now is there. Now come on, lets be reasonable. Join me." Sylvia grinned that dark and unintentionally evil smile once more, lifting her hand up and towards the slime. Wait... what was it doing? With a strangled cry the slime fell off the side of the cliff and to the rocks bellow.

Did... did that slime just kill itself just so it didn't have to be with me? She was baffled and at the same time a little hurt. Surly it could have been an accident. Maybe the slime slipped on it's own slimy excretions and just kinda fell. Yeah that was it. It just fell, that had to be it. The slime wasn't trying to avoid her or anything, her taming level was just too low. That was all. Nothing a few more practice sessions couldn't fix. Perhaps she just startled it too much before, that was kinda her fault for jumping out of the tree like that. Yup, it was probably just an incredible misunderstanding. But oh, how she was sad for this outcome. She was going to have so much fun with that slime. Sylvia had planned to name the slime George. George the slime! And she was going to show George the world, show him the world until George died in some eventual accident that would smash his jelly body all over the ground like a grape. But oh the fun they would have had up until then. But now, now it was all for naught. With a heavy heart Sylvia crawled down the steep slope and retrieved the scant splattering of coins that exploded from the slimes corpse. "I will never forget you George. Rest in peace."

Notes: Poor George.

(c)Sylvia of Elder Tale

[Sylvia]

Well then, her recent attempt did not give her much experience to work with. But at least now she knew what NOT to do. And that was of course, not to startle a monster into making it pee itself and she probably shouldn't smile so hard. Someone once told her that when she smiled she looked a bit creepy. Briefly she stopped at the edge of a large puddle and stared at her reflection. She smiled a few times, trying to see exactly where her faults where. But she could find nothing, they looked like normal smiles for her. So sadly Sylvia wasn't quite sure how to fix something when she couldn't find exactly where it was broken. So for now, she figured she would start with her approach. "This is often done by approaching the monster without startling or aggravating it." She repeated this phrase like a mantra, over and over and over until she had it ingrained in her mind.

So then, now all she needed was another monster. And hopefully this time, she could find one in less then the few hours it took last time. These woods were supposed to be chock full of monsters and here she was having trouble just finding one of them. With a heavy sigh, Sylvia straightened her armor and hefted her scythe as she prepared herself for another excruciatingly long walk as she hunted for her next target. This time however, she wasn't going to be anywhere near as picky. Last time, was wanted a slime and only a slime would do. This time however, she would settle for pretty much anything that moved. Leaves and twigs crunched loudly under her shoes as she trampled through the area. It was hard not to make any sort of noise in a forest after all. Sylvia figured that must be why she could never find anything, and despite her novice attempts at quieting herself she wasn't very good at it.

Eventually however, Sylvia would indeed luck out and find 'something'. A small yellow rabbit to be precise. The rabbit had noticed her but was for the moment still standing its ground. They were probably a good thirty feet or so from one another, the rabbit munching on what appeared to be a small leaf. She had to remember, no startling. Placing her hands in front of her face she tried to sooth the rabbit into believing she was a friend. For she was paranoid that like normal world rabbits, this one would be just as paranoid and quick to flee. "Hey there little guy. I'm not going to hurt you, please don't run. Your a cute little bunny, yes you are!" Slowly she inched forward closing the distance between them. Her skill was active and already she could feel the spell working it's magic. The rabbit was alert, but it's eyes were bright and it's ears were swiveled in her direction. Things for once were actually looking pretty good for Sylvia. Feeling bold she moved even closer and readied herself to seal the deal.

Inch by inch, foot by foot. By the time Sylvia was bold enough to try anything more, the girl and the rabbit were a scant ten feet from one another. And still the rabbit would not flee. Which was pretty good. For this entire duration of the encounter, Sylvia was resisting the urge to make any sort of facial expression less she make one that would spur the rabbit into going the way of the slime before it. But then again, maybe that was just the way of the slimes. Slimes were after all gelatinous and had no spines to speak of. Perhaps, slimes were just exceptionally hard to tame because they were so fearful and it had nothing to do with her smile at all. Hope and mirth that this might actually be the one she would tame bubbled up within her. Slowly but surly and despite how desperately she tried to hold it back, a smile started to slide across Sylvia's face. The rabbit at this exact moment would stiffen as if struck by something and Sylvia could only stare as something darted out of the bushes and pounced on the rabbit faster then she could blink.

A large weasel with vines twirled around it's tail had pounced on the rabbit and was preceding to eat it its face. "O-oh..." Sylvia was in shock, and the smile that was half formed on her face somewhat faltered. She was so close... so very close to taming that rabbit. Now where was she? Back to square one again? Oh hell no. She was going to tame something here if it killed her. The weasel midway through his mauling would turn to look at Sylvia, ushering a loud hiss in her direction before it picked up the rabbit in it's jaws and tried to dart away. Tried, would of course be the key word here because Sylvia was not about to play any sort of games. The weasel had taken her prize so it best be prepared to take its place. Using her scythe, the girl swung the blade around so it landed in the weasels path, effectively blocking it from it's attempted escape. With another hiss the weasel turned and tried another direction only to be met with the same.

"That wasn't cool of you, you know. I was this close to making a new friend. Now, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. But, I'm not leaving here without a friend. And since our little rabbit friend doesn't look like hes going to be shaking hands any time soon, you best be prepared to make with the friendship mister." Sadly either the weasel didn't seem to be listening or it didn't care too much for her tactics, as the weasel puffed itself up and readied itself for a fight. This creature from what she could see looked to be around her own level. Which was good, she needed a good fight right about now to blow off some steam. The fact that the rabbit had been ripped right out of her hands had put her in a sour mood indeed. "The hard way it is then." She readied her stance and prepared herself for a fight. Either she was going to make a friend, or some weasel was going to be in for a good beating.

As Sylvia circled, the weasel hissed and sputtered, the vines on it's tail lashing out and slapping against the rocks and ground in warning. But Sylvia was not deterred by this and stood her ground regardless. The rabbit nearby kicked its legs weakly, but she knew deep in her heart that the rabbit would not be getting up again any time soon. The rabbit was only good for weasel bait right now, and so long as she had the rabbit near her the weasel would not flee. Not without its meal at least, which worked out to Sylvia's advantage. But no matter how soothing Sylvia tried to make her words sound, and no mater what she said to the weasel, the weasel was having none of it. As far as the weasel was concerned, this adventurer was an intruder in its territory and he wasn't going to fall for any of her tricks. No, Sylvia would have to work harder to gain any sort of ground for trust with this one. So with all other tricks in her book exhausted, Sylvia did the one thing she did not yet try. She smiled.

And the weasel stopped it's hissing and sputtering and simply stared at Syliva, coking its head this way and that. It's tail lowered a bit and Sylvia's smile grew. So it seemed not everyone was intimidated by her smile, this was good. "Alright now, look. I don't want to fight you, but I will if I have to. I want to be friends. You can keep the rabbit, consider it a gift. Cause that's what friends do for each other." She smiled and inched closer, and though the weasel made warning noises here and there, it did not appear to be as aggravated as it was before. "Alright, now don't move alright?" Taking a deep breath, Sylvia moved her hands out in front of her and calmly yet firmly shouted her spell while visualizing what she wanted to be done. "Scout!"

The weasel blinked at Sylvia and Sylvia blinked at the weasel, and for a while she was rather unsure if it actually worked or not. But when the weasel lowered its tails and lifted its ears to look at her curiously, she knew that at last she had succeeded. "YES HAHA!" Jumping up in the air she grabbed the weasels paws and twirled it around and around, much to the weasels displeasure. "Finally. I think I'm going to call you Steve. You look like a Steve." Steve seemed to disagree fully from this new name by the way his squirms renewed. "Aww, come on don't be like that." But the weasel was already out of her arms and had darted into the bushes. After a moment, the weasel returned, but only to recover the rabbit. And not before giving Sylvia a good bye hiss as he left. Sylvia was not quite sure what she did wrong this time, so she once again turned to the skill to re-read it once more.

Reading the skills description out loud, she squinted her eyes. "If performed successfully, a tamed monster will fight by the trainer's side for a few minutes before control is lost and the monster returns to the environment. Certain situations might make this duration last longer or shorter; acts of kindness toward the tamed monster will make it stick around for longer, while excessive demand will make the Trainer quickly lose favor with the monster." Ah. So that was it. The skill wasn't even permanent, just a temporary partner that was partial to up and leave at any given time. How lame. She rather hoped that at later levels she could at the very least increase the supposed timer she had to play with them. Else she didn't think the class would be very beneficial in combat at all.

So not only could she not startle a monster, she could also not aggravate a monster. She also had to continue to be nice to the monster or the monster would up and leave her again. And even when she was nice to the monster, the monster would still up and leave her whenever it felt like it, which was usually in only a few minutes. The last line of the skill however had her curious. "Only one monster can be tamed at a time at the early levels. Wait... does this mean at higher levels I can tame multiple monsters at one time? ... AWESOME!" Images about hoards of rabbid weasels under her control filled her mind, causing Sylvia to smirk and laugh gleefully. Perhaps this class wasn't as useless as she originally thought. But she had no idea just what limitations the skill had. How many monsters would a capped player be able to even tame? Was there a high leveled tamer she could even ask to find out, or was this something she would have to find out for herself. So many questions she had left unanswered. But regardless, she pushed onward. For she still had more training to do, and little time to do it in before Apoc once again came looking for her.

Setting out once more, Syliva set her sights on yet another monster that she was going to try and eventually befriend. But this time, she was determined to actually have it fight with her. Because while this skill was fine and dandy, she was really hoping to use it to help defend herself in battle. For as Apoc once told her, the healer was usually targeted first. Get rid of the healer and the rest of the party would suffer. So for that fact, she would need all the help she could get. And a monster that had been momentarily swayed to come to her aid, just might be the ace in the hole she needed to survive in this new world. So she pattered on through the woods, hoping that her next encounter would be more profitable then either of the last two.

Notes: Post two on animal taming! Woo!

(c)Sylvia of Elder Tale

[Sylvia]

Sylvia's search for her next encounter was leading her further and further into the forest. So far into the forest in fact, that she was no longer sure she was in the forest at all anymore. Things were beginning to look, well more wet. The trees blocked out more of the sun and the ground underneath her feet squelched unpleasantly. Strange sounds occasionally sprouted from the shadows that left the hair on the back of her neck standing on edge. For this place did not seem right. She had a good feeling that she had left the noob areas behind and this, this was the real deal. But she wasn't nervous, no way. She was brave, brave and strong! A large shadow swooped low overhead, causing her to duck in a hurry. She was brave alright, brave and stupid. And Sylvia had a big feeling that she was going to regret this trip if she ever managed to find her way back.

Nodding to herself, she wisely decided that she was not going to tempt fate today and steered herself back in the direction of the woods. Or, what she thought was the direction of the woods. Didn't she pass that tree stump a mile back? She could have sworn that log... oh well,  it didn't matter. Adventurer's must get lost in the world all the time, not that she was lost or anything, because she totally wasn't. But if she WAS lost... there was something that she was pretty sure she was supposed to do. Something about checking for moss on the side of a tree. At least, that's what her cousin once told her after he went on that camping trip of his. She wasn't even all that sure that what he said was true, but it was worth a shot. Curving around to the nearest tree, she paced around the trunk with a disgruntled expression. Mossless. But hey, at least she found a snail!

A very angry snail that apparently did not appreciate the lack of privacy. Surprised out of her wits, Sylvia backed up and immedietly upon impulse stammered an apology. An apology of which the snail seemed to not be all that impressed by. In fact, the snail just seemed to be even angrier if that was at all possible. Backing up a few paces, she nearly almost forgot what she was doing here. She was a druid now, not an silly old bar keep. This creature was real and it was going to inflict real injury on her if she didn't snap out of it and DO something. Narrowing her eyes, she reached for her scythe and hefted it out in front of her. The snail retched up a blob of goo, that fortunately for Syliva missed her and slapped up against the tree beside her. "HA! You missed me, your probably as bad a shot as you are slow!" She was feeling pretty good about herself until the area of the tree which the goo had hit started to smoke.

That glob was acid, that THING could shoot acid. And she had insulted it, she must have a death wish. But no matter, this was just another stepping stone for her on her quest. All she had to do was... wait what was it doing? The stalks on the snails body were waving wildly back and forth as it hissed like a kettle. More hissing echoed from the forest, making Sylvia feel more then a bit uncomfortable. "Look I'm sorry, I probally shouldn't have said that. I was mean, alright? Can't we talk about this?" Because if the snail could spit acid, who knows exactly what else it was capable of. Perhaps it was starting to channel some weird spell. It wasn't of course, it was just summoning a bunch of his angry friends to help destroy her was all. Sylvia wasn't really sure which one she would have preferred more.

One snail, she could handle. But two? Three? FOUR? How about five. Five angry, hissing snails that looked like they wanted to latch onto her and suck out every drop of blood in her body. After this whole being trapped in a game thing was over, she wasn't sure she wanted to ever look at a snail ever again. A few months ago she had just seen that Turbo movie for the first time, and Syvlia hoped and prayed that these snails were not of the same fast variety as she took off in a completely different direction to try and loose them. Unfortunately Karma for calling the snails slow seemed to come back to catch back up to her as she faced a large body of water that blocked her current path. A large body of water that seemed to have something stirring within its depths, and it looked big.

"Oh... well isn't that great." Fabulous, just fabulous. Behind her were five hissing snails catching up to her at what she probably considered to be break neck speed for a snail. And in front of her... well she didn't quite know what was, oh never mind there it was. As Sylvia peered closer to try and make out the dark shadows in the water, the water lurched and a large maw riddled with ivory white teeth snapped at her from the water. It was a crocodile, large and angry. Well wasn't that just swell. It was either die being mauled to death by a pack of cranky snails or eaten by a gator. Life was just full of interesting choices. She would of course, choose neither. Her will to live was too strong, she had to fulfill her dream after all. And there were so many different kinds of beers she had yet to taste! Dying here as gator chow was just not on her agenda today.

Facing down the crocodile in front of her, she nervously tried to activate her spell. It was risky thing to do, she knew the situation wasn't quite ideal. For one the crocodile already looked a bit agitated, and for two it probably thought of her as a meal instead of a potential friend. But it was worth a shot, she wasn't quite sure if she could handle all five of these snails since they were all around her level and they did not look like the type of noob fodder that she could kill in one or two hits. Steadily, she readied her scythe in front of her and braced herself as one of the snails hurried itself at her while it's friends remained towards the back and began launching acid projectiles. Sylvia nearly hopping, dancing this way and that as she tried despertly to avoid both the acid bombs and the jaws of the crocodile that loomed ever closer behind her. Her spell was failing, for the crocodile despite her best efforts was proving to ignore them quite intently. It had its mind it seemed set on one thing and one thing only. Food.

Swiviling her eyes back to her front, the snail was only inches away from her blade. The creature looked even more intimidating close up, for a snail. Seeing the creature so close to her caused a minor case of panic to settle within Syvlias chest. This was it, she was going to die here. Did adventurers even revive like in modern video games? Or was it for real just like everything else? She never wanted to find out the answer to that question on her own. With a screech that was half scream and half war cry, Sylvia's blade came down upon the snail and slipping under its belly. With a gooey squelching sound, the snail was in one swift motion ripped from the ground and tossed behind her. Tossed into the gaping mouth of the crocodile laying in wait. With a loud crunch the shell smashed to pieces as the reptile sated its hunger, only to look back at her when it was done.

"O-oh, you want more? Of course! Of course you do! Snails are much tastier then girls are, yes they are!" With a nervous laugh she attempted her spell again, though she was getting little response. Perhaps if she offered it another snail however it might serve to lighten the creatures mood. A blob of acid hurtled past her shoulder, landing on the crocodiles snout and causing it to thrash and hiss in return. "Hey! I'm trying to tame that, wait your turn for me to kill you why don't cha." So she was down to four rabid snails and an irritated crocodile. Things were looking up, if only a little. Another of the snails broke away from the pack, slithering towards her with a defiant hiss. Perfect. A blob of acid landed on her shoulder in the process, but she would manage to repeat the same tactic as before. The snail sailed in the air and over the beast that lurked behind her. The crocodile had to launch itself a little in the air as she had aimed to high, but the snail went the same was as the first.

Now two snails fuller, the crocodile did not seem quite as angry as it first had been. In fact now it seemed to just be waiting, watching her with more intent on the snails she was feeding it. With a grin, Sylvia saw an opportunity. "Right! More snails coming right up!" The glob of acid on her shoulder was causing her leather armor to bubble and steam, but for the most part she was pretty sure she was fine. She was now down to three snails, and all three were in her line of sight. Thrusting forward her Scythe she yelled her spell, channeling the energy like she had practiced. "FLAME BURST!" A cone of fire shot forth, engulfing the snails completely in a torrent of flames. In response to the flames, the snails had retreated into their shells, which while it aided in the snails defense it also gave Sylvia a moment to position herself where she needed to be.

With a heavy kick the middle snail was punted towards the crocodiles mouth "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!" Her hands swung in the air in mock tribute to one of her least favorite sports as the crocodile munched on it's latest find. The last two snails pulled out of their shells just in time to see Sylvia looming over the next. Before the snail could react, she had plucked the snail from the ground and held it arms length in front of her. Aiming of course the glob throwing mouth away from her body. She wanted no accidents. The last snail, hissed angrily as it made a hasty escape. She watched it leave, wincing as the snail in her arms writhed and lashed about angrily. Globs of acid flew about in nearly every direction, some landing on her arms and even a drop or two on her face. It stung, allot, but she wasn't going to give up her prize, not when it was so close and in front of her. The crocodile lay in waiting just behind her. Just watching as it stood half out of the water with its tail swishing about.

Nervously, Sylvia inched towards the crocodile, holding the snail in front of her as she did. Taking a deep breath she showed the croc the snail and gathered it's complete undivided attention. "Look what I've got, you still hungry boy? At least... I think your a boy?"  The crocodile raised itself a little more out of the water, opening its mouth eagerly. This was the chance she was waiting for, while the crocs attention was focused on the snail in her hands and not on her. Gathering the nerve to do she, she made eye contact with the creature and started her spell. Moments passed while the crocodile stared her down and she stared back. But in the end, the crocodiles eyes kept being lured back to the snail in her hands. And in the end, that was what allowed Sylvia her moment of victory. The spell had completed and for the moment, this crocodile was not her enemy. But it did want its treat.

The crocodile stared impatiently at Sylvia as she grinned stupidly. "Oh right, here you go boy!" Tossing the creature the snail she checked over he wounds and made an account of her wounds. She was down at least 25% in health from her little solo venture. The snails were slow, but they hit pretty hard. And quite honestly, she felt pretty strong after the encounter too. So strong in fact, that her scouting spell had felt a little bit stronger then it usually did. Was that because she had leveled again? While her new friend continued to wolf down the snail, Sylvia pressed the air in front of her and brought up her menu. "I've... reached level eleven in animal taming!" She couldn't help but grin, her quest was a success after all. And was that... a new spell? "Domesticize." She blurted the word out loud, grinning at the crock as she pointed at it. The crocodile meerly blinked at her and took a few steps forward.

Alright so what does this new spell do anyways. "This skill allows the Animal Trainer to tame a monster to an extent where it becomes a full-fledged companion... O-oh..." She glanced back at the croc and back to her screen. And sure enough, a little icon with her new friends picture on it was now on her screen. She had one slot for a companion, she could have tamed any monster. But instead she had tamed THIS.So, now she had a companion of her very own... she supposed. A crocodile was at least better then a cat though right? "I suppose your going to need a name aren't you." A million and one funny names came to mind, most involving puns and what not, but in the end she found something that even the crocodile if it could argue would probably like. "Sobek, So for short." If the crocodile seemed to disagree it made no note of it as it rooted around in the muck for bits of snail that might have escaped between its teeth.

Notes: Yay :D

(c)Sylvia of Elder Tale