[F4GM] MONSTER EATER

(Softly inspired by Dungeon Meshi & the Witcher. Not a monster fucking prompt. Mostly.)

“Is she stupid?”

“Pardon?”

Dinner was especially bland tonight, their selection once again limited to whatever managed could be choked out of merchants willing to risk the trip to fleece them. Everybody on the tavern floor was making a respectable effort not to look sullen over the same chicken broth they’d been forced to eat the last month.

“That woman you hired to kill that haunt of ours. Is she stupid?” She repeats it for his benefit, tensing the words, the hard muscles of her neck straining with the force she puts into the word. “It’s a gryphon.”

“She fights beasts.”

“It picked up a wagon and flew off with it.”

“She does it for a living!”

“The wagon still had the horses tied to it!”

Clyde gave up on his broth, pushing his glasses further up his face to better pinch it.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Hope.”

“That it’s going to step on her and kill her. Or cut her into little ugly ribbons with those claws. Or bite her head off. That you were stupid for paying her upfront. She’s a girl. A human girl. Humans can’t fight these things, you old fool. You need soldiers. A lot of them. Or another monster.”

He nodded, slow and sad.

“I know. I’m just… God. I hope she ran off with the coin, and didn't run straight into its gut.”

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Lyra took deep, steadying breaths.

There was enough blood to fill a lake with. In the cave, it was high enough for her to wade through. Wasn’t possible to tell whose was whose, though she suspected most of it belonged to the still twitching, crumpled up beast staring her down with enough hate that it could have fooled her into thinking it was a person it belonged to.

Even now, seizing and dying, it was as beautiful as it was remarkably dangerous. She could smell the poison coursing through its veins in the blood she was knee deep in, its wings were scorched with the flame she’d ripped from her mouth. She must have cut it twenty times before it started to slow, to show the slightest hint of weakness.

Thirty cuts in and it had managed its first hit, tearing her arm off. It was floating between her and the gryphon now, mangled beyond recognition. Approaching nice and slowly, she plucked it from the pond of blood, ignoring the shot of pain as she lifted it up to her dangling, open stump, pressing it tight. Her potion began its work immediately, holding both of those alive with enraptured awe as the flesh began to reconnect itself before their eyes, tissue and skin and arteries and veins and life beginning again before their very eyes.

It was the strangest thing the gryphon had ever seen. How had this meat accomplished this?

For Lyra, it was the itchiest thing she’d ever done. So, so itchy. Hopefully it was going to die soon so she could remove its head, take whatever she could from its corpse, and…

A pair of soft, distant neighs caught her ear. She looked up, eyes narrowing.

“Huh,” Lyra whispers, her confusion running deep. “Horses.”

(Hi! Ever wonder who invented the ‘healing’ potion? Or the ‘regeneration potion,’ or the ‘resistance to electricity’ potion or the ‘stoneskin potion?’ Or how they possibly figured it all out? That’s our girl here. Scientist, monster slayer, and ravenous eater. She prowls the world fighting monstrosities far above her weight class using her knowledge and academic knowledge to learn about them, catalogue, fight, learn from the experience, get better at it, and all to help further her study into how to produce potions to help even the playing field for other humans, and maybe even help fight life-threatening, chronic diseases. I wanna see a story about a very altruistic bisexual chick go around and get the shit kicked out of her while she hunts fiends using her wits, turns them into broth, builds a legend for herself straight from ground zero, and maybe fuck a few humanoid monsters along the way like dryads or somethin’. Lyra’s super switchy and is into men and women and everything in-between; sex in exotic locations with unlikely people, fun sex, enthusiastic consent, spankings, manhandling [Lyra can do it because she’s buff as hell but others can do it to her too!], willing tavern girls [my favorite trope], grateful peasants, a dark fantasy vibe with a lot of hope and hope-filled sex, overstimulation, highly experienced partners, body worship.)

(Open to fandoms or original settings! Obviously some level of fantasy is required, but it can be very low with Lyra being something of a marvel in her world for what she does, one of a kind.)