Doomed All The More
Pavel had many choice words for whatever deity saw fit to dump him in such a terrible, barren land. He could at least remember insults, so he'd curse any such deity for robbing him of the rest of his memory too.
And his clothes. Being naked in such a stark place was hardly ideal... though the chill he felt wasn't that unfamiliar to him. He could recall, with vague notions, many bitter winters that hadn't killed him yet.
Or maybe the last one had? Maybe he was dead and this was the afterlife.
A rather poor showing, he mused. The rocky expanses, scattered dead trees, far off glimpses of a river of fire, and a looming mountain range with a summit wreathed in a maelstrom of clouds that flashed with orange lightning proved to be a much more inhospitable wasteland than what few memories he could recall of his old home.
There was certainly a lot less snow.
He grumbled, and looked about his immediate environment; a rocky, cracked place with escarpments and overhangs lifting out of the ground from fissures that formed long ago. It ran along the stony bank of a dirty river, the stale, earthy smell he could detect from where he was.
He wondered if it was even safe to drink, having spied it from where he was. And where it led.
Maybe he could've drowned himself and spared himself a crueller fate, but he found himself suppressing such thoughts.
He mumbled, and decided to get moving, feeling the cool breeze just barely tickle his pale, hairy skin.
He climbed over a boulder and checked for a path to the river, and saw an easy enough route among the disturbed but stable ground. If nothing else, he could've just climbed over everything he saw, owing to his somewhat muscular frame; he was no strong man, but he was clearly a man of much physical labour in his life. His pale brown hair was short and messy, and he had wild fuzz across his chops, but nothing quite like a real beard.
His bright blue eyes scanned the approach, checking for threats and hazards, never doubting for a moment that this world wasn't completely devoid of life. A gut feeling told him as much.
He didn't see anything, so he dropped down the other side of the rock, picking his bare feet over some rough stones before he was on that relatively smooth path.
He meandered along, until he was creeping over the rocky bank of the river. And once on it, he tried to look into its murky depths, grimacing; the earthy smell was strange and the water was not clean. So he couldn't be sure if it was safe to drink. It could've made him sick, even fatally so, and that wouldn't have been a pleasant death.
But nor was drowning himself either. Though, starvation and dehydration wasn't that appealing an end either.
He frowned, considering his options, wondering if there was anything he could've done, when he heard a sound.
He whipped around, listening to the crunch of stones, and soon, a low plodding noise of something ambling its way among the rocks, approaching the river.
His heart began to race, his gut feelings proven right. He looked around for some cover, but the only thing that was close was a low stone by the bank, the steps of the unknown being too close to rush back to the rocky protrusions.
He rushed over to the stone, and laid flat on his belly, just barely peaking over the stone to observe the new threat. It wasn't comfortable, the rocks beneath him poking into his belly and chest, but he ignored the discomfort. Especially that of his flaccid cock draped across the sharp edge of one such stone.
The steps were getting closer. He saw a rock tumble away as if pushed aside... and then he saw it, his eyes widening.
It was the chubbiest, fattest thing he'd ever seen, a rotund gut swinging tautly with each step the creature made with its short, stout legs. It was over twice his height, perhaps half his height on top of that.
And it was almost twice his height in width alone, broad hips melding into rather voluptuous thighs, stubby as they were given its legs.
It was then he realised that the creature was
female
, or seemed so on the face of it, two massive, sagging breasts gently bouncing and swaying with each step it made. Despite how much gravity acted on them, they still seemed quite well rounded, with deep cleavage proving to be the deepest crevice on its body... as he noted that its form was oddly smooth, its rolls of fat not that pronounced; they protruded a little with voluptuous pudge, but there was few, if any, deep creases in the creature's skin.
The thing's skin itself was also quite smooth, delicate even, the pale beige seemingly reflecting the muted orange light that filtered through the blanket of clouds far above.
His gaze drifted to its arms, similarly pudgy like its body, though not quite as stout and stubby as its legs. However, its arms ended in large, oversized claws even compared to the rest of its body, the darker bony carapace etched with faintly glowing lines between the plates, the red-orange light pulsing slowly.
Its hands sported three digits and a thumb, and Pavel thought the bulk of its hands would've made any effort to grab and hold something rather clunky and cumbersome. It was then he noticed a glowing hole in the middle of each palm, a bony ring protruding from the edge of each orifice.
He couldn't understand what its purpose was. The thought of having holes in his hands made his skin crawl, but he kept quiet.
Finally, his gaze crept upwards to its bizarre head; it had almost no neck to speak of, and though it had chubby cheeks, its eyes seemed sunken and gaunt. There was an oddness to the shape as well, not quite human... but it was clearly feminine, succulent lips constantly pursing with each breath it took, stubby tusks poking up from its lower jaw. Its nose was just a little flat, and its beady, yellow eyes scanned the environment, slit pupils narrowing suspiciously at every possible threat.
Despite this, he couldn't help but see a bizarre... beauty, in the creature. Inhuman, without question, but its feminine features, and its tubby physique without the more disgusting attributes typical of something so fat, gave it an oddly voluptuous allure. Perhaps because its frame seemed built for such a form, and not straining beneath mass it was never meant to bear.
