Sunshine in a Cedar Mountain

The cat sat there against the tall cedar tree, huffing and puffing. Her lungs burned from all the running she had done. She gritted her teeth, silently cursing the supposed 'boss' that had just abandoned her. She was only helping, she was only doing her job. He knew the contract, he had written it! She closed her eyes and tilted her head up, sighing. How did she even get here? Why? Luck? Karma? Was she meant to die here in the mountains and respawn back at her awful job? Would it be at the hands of nature, or by the hands of the mountain beast?  

She felt a presence approach her. She opened her eyes and made eye contact with the elusive 'beast of the mountains.' It must've followed her. Maybe she hadn't gone as far as she had thought. It certainly felt like she ran a good few dozen miles. Though, dozens to her were probably a mere ten to a giant as large as this hybrid. White Truffle knew why they were hunting her, to be the first to make the beast respawn and catch it on video, purely a matter of her boss's inflated ego and pride. In the end, it didn't even matter, did it? Here she was. About to meet her end. The investigator had been in the woods with her boss, a man who's real name she honestly never cared to learn. They were out there to hunt, and destroy, this beast of the mountains. Well, the wolf was there to destroy, White Truffle was merely there to observe, film and help with the killing by providing information. It was a skill she wasn't born with, the ability to tell what someone's weakness was; it's what made her useful to the boss even though it wasn't a true power like others had.  

In a strange turn of events, she was abandoned by him after this beast, a giant hyena-dragon hybrid, got the best of the man. Of course, just her luck, this beast happened to be a demi-god with her sights set on catching her; she wouldn't stop for anything. He screamed at her as they ran and she was the oh so fortunate one to be injured by her boss shooting lighting. The gash took up her entire calf, the fact that she was alive and able to flee still was nothing short of a miracle.  White Truffle gulped and tried to make a quick decision. Her legs burned and ached, she became more & more light-headed as more blood dripped out of her leg. She couldn't run anymore. But she also knew she couldn't face off against such a large beast on her own. The cat heard a grunt, a puff of warm air hitting her neck. She looked down and saw the demi-god was leaning down to look at her face-to-face. She licked the investigator's bleeding wound. 

"Euclid."
"What?" She squeaked out accidentally.  
"Euclid." It took a moment, then it clicked. That was the name of the beast. Euclid.
"Why not fight?" She got no answer. "Powerless?" Once more, no answer. Euclid blinked, then picked her up. Truffle yelped and squirmed.  
"What?!" She asked, surprised. "Wait! Wait! Please!
The hybrid began walking away, still carrying her. "Protect."  "W..what?" "Quiet."

So, she did. White Truffle stayed quiet, too light-headed to fight anymore. What was the point? She closed her eyes and everything went dark, her senses stopped.  That is, until she heard a crackle and a pop. This is a fire. Hell? Her previously injured leg burned. Must be Hell but i'm already in an afterlife.  "Wake?" What? That hybrid runs Hell? I thought she only- the investigator shot up. NO, SHE RUNS THE MOUNTAINS AND THIS AFTERLIFE! She looked at the giant in a panic, wide-eyed. "Wake," she said in a huff, yet, she didn't seem disappointed. She sat down like a dog (er, hyena?) would, staring at the bright campfire.  "Yes..? You didn't eat me?" Euclid blinked and just stared at White Truffle, the answer being rather obvious. "Why?" She tilted her head. The demi-god looked at the rather large campfire, staring at the giant cooking spit. She turned it. It looked like two boars.

  White Truffle looked at her leg, it was bandaged. She noticed that she was only in her beige undergarments, her face went pink. "Where are my-" "Hot," the beast growled.  "What?" She only received a glare. The cat put it together and realized it was a blessing in disguise; with how big the fire was, she'd overheat with all her layers. "Thank you. I'll get dressed and leave-" "Stay," Euclid growled and started pulling the boars off the spit and preparing their giant plates. "Need heal." She set down a plate that had two pork shoulders and three apples. White Truffle could eat a lot, but that was a lot. What was even with the apples? "Eat." The rest of the boar plus the other boar was on the demi-god's plate.  "I…" White Truffle looked down and gulped. She hesitated. Was it poisoned? Would she die? No, if Euclid was going to eat her she would have already. She looked at the entrance of the cave, then her leg, then the plate. It didn't look half bad. She looked at the hybrid who was eating and made her decision. She'd eat and leave in the morning. What's the worst that could happen?

White Truffle took a deep breath, smelling the mountain air from the cave entrance. The worst that could happen? Falling in love with the said beast.

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 She smiled and adjusted the strap of her leather messenger bag. Euclid sniffed her neck and whined, causing her girlfriend to laugh. "Don't worry, sunshine. I'll be back soon," she offered reassurance with her words and with the pet to her lover's muzzle.  "'Kay. Soon." She licked White Truffle's face.  "Soon." The cat turned around and kissed the pride of the mountain's nose. The two said their goodbyes and Truffle made her way down the mountain. She already missed her hybrid, but she had work to do in the small town not the terrible city of her former years.  White Truffle looked out at the sea of cedar trees and smiled to herself. Sometimes the worst that could happen was finding the sunshine. The thing that made your life bright. Or rather, someone that lifted the veil over your eyes. Sometimes the worst that could happen was having a giant scar over your leg to remind you of that betrayal that led you to the person who would save your life in more ways than one.