Monster Girl Islands 6 by Logan Jacobs

Monster Girl Islands 6 by Logan Jacobs

Author:Logan Jacobs [Jacobs, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-19T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Lezan and I sauntered through the forest under the cover of the dense canopy of green. The boar slung over my shoulder seemed to be much heavier than the ones I’d typically caught in the wild, and I assumed it was a result of our practiced baiting.

For a brief moment, I wondered if it would be possible to farm these things. That was how we ended up with domesticated pigs in my world, right? The pigs from farms were always fatter and meatier than their wild counterparts, and we seemed to already have a food source in place they enjoyed.

However, the idea flitted away almost as quickly as it had arisen. With all the crazy predators that hung around in this jungle, making an entire farm dedicated to boars would just be asking for trouble. At the very least, we’d have to pull four or five dragonkin women away from their regular positions to act as guards, and even then I wasn’t sure if that would be enough.

Maybe after my little civilization had grown a bit bigger.

Then again, a single gargamor was one thing, but if an entire pride saw we had fresh meat, ripe for the taking? I wasn’t sure even our whole army would be able to fend them off.

Then there was the smell. Pig farms were some of the stinkiest, nastiest places I could remember from back home, and they did terrible things to the environment around them. The last thing we needed was literal pig shit polluting our waters.

Not to mention, all of the women on this island seemed to enjoy the act of hunting, and I really didn’t want to take that away from them.

“So, where are we taking these beasts, anyway?” Lezan grunted as she readjusted the hammock over her shoulder. “Straight to the cooking woman?”

“Not yet,” I explained. “We have to clean our kill first. I think Hali would stab me with my own seaglass dagger if I ever brought her the whole boar, guts and skin and all. She’s a chef, not a butcher.”

Lezan lifted an eyebrow at me and shook her head. “I don’t know what either of those things are.”

“Right,” I chuckled as I remembered the Coonag way of dining, “you guys eat your food raw. Gordon Ramsey definitely wouldn’t approve.”

It was a clever joke, even if Lezan had no idea what the fuck I was talking about.

The woman with the multicolored hair followed me for a few more minutes until we finally came to the alcove I’d been looking for. The thing looked just like it had the last time I’d been here with Mira and the dragonkin twins Darya and Zarya, and I grinned at the sight.

At the center of the alcove was an upside down “L” made out of two large logs, with several stakes in the ground a few feet from the bottom. It was a makeshift construction made by Mira and her brother years ago, one that was designed specifically for cleaning the animals they hunted, and at the top sat Mira’s seashell, the shovel we’d use to dig the offal hole.


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