Michael woke much earlier than he usually did. The sun wasn't even completely up yet and the sky was just beginning to lighten from the deep navy blue of pre-dawn. Something tickled his ear as he laid there, and caused him to jerk his head.
Kari lay next to him snoring gently. Her mouth must have been right on his ear and tickled him awake. He tried to extricate himself from her, but she wrapped herself around him like a snake. The world's softest boa constrictor. His movements woke her and she stared up at him, blinking sleepily.
"Good morning Kari" he said with a smile on his face, and a quick scratch on her head.
'Just pretend you're up early on purpose. Maybe she'll think you're responsible like that. Wait. No that's a terrible idea. When she thinks that, she'll expect that, and let's be honest there's no way you can keep that up for more than a few minutes. Sooner or later you're going to do something really, really stupid and she'll be confused. No, it's better to just set the bar low now.'
"Good morning my alpha!" Kari stretched languidly, the shirt she was wearing riding up her form to reveal her lovely thighs, and closely trimmed pubic hair. Michael tried to avert his eyes, but that small patch of red fur was like a magnet, daring his eyes with promises of hidden treasures. "You're up awful early. A big strong man like you must always rise early. All the better to hunt while your prey is tired."
'Fucking damnit!'
"Actually Kari, I normally sleep in, but something woke me up. It's almost dawn so I figured I'd get an early start."
Kari nodded and stood, brushing the dirt out of her hide shirt and the leaves out of her hair. "That's wise."
Michael shook his head to clear it, and deliberately turned away from Kari rubbing her hands over the shirt and the lovely body beneath it. It wasn't her fault that he was so hard up. He thought back to his last encounter and realized that it had been almost a year since he had gotten any.
'Come on. Focus!'
He set about breaking down camp and preparing for the day's journey. After tending to nature's call, he set about looking for a replacement for his bow. He was able to find a stick that was the appropriate length, and still slightly green. It must have been knocked down by the bear as it trampled through the forest.
Some light trimming with the sharp edges of a rock that he had smashed, quickly turned it into a straight bow, not unlike the old English or Japanese longbows. Albeit much shorter. He was able to salvage the tendon from the bear's leg to use as a string, and with a few more notches, the bow was complete.
DING
You have learned a new skill: Crafting
With careful insight, and a steady hand, you can craft items to aid you along your quest.
From shoes to sex bots, the limit is only your imagination.
DING
You have created: Primitive Bow
Ranged weapon made from salvaged wood and bear tendon. Does STR+AGI damage
It's better than a sharp stick, but not by much.
Michael grinned. '
Woohoo! Crafting is a thing. I should download some engineering eBooks. I'm pretty sure there's a zombie survival guide that would come in real handy right about now. It's a shame this bow sucks. It does even less damage than the last one. Is it because it's made out of inferior materials?'
Then an idea struck him. At first, he dismissed it out of hand, but the more he thought about it the more he figured why not. He quickly gathered up pieces for a second bow. He shaved the stick as smooth as he could, and carefully notched it. Then as he put the finishing touches on it, he reached for that swirling energy in his chest.
The crackling storm flowed eagerly into his arms, and down into the weapon. The white glow infused the bow and outlining the grooves and channels he had scored with his pathetic tool. Sweat began to bead on his forehead as the magic was happy to flow over the weapon, but refused to sink into it.
His hands tightened with the strain, and his jaw clenched as he tried to force the soul power into the bow, but he felt like something was missing. He quickly thought back to al the other times he had created a spell, and realized that power itself wasn't enough. It needed direction.
So he concentrated, pushing all of his thoughts towards the bow's power. He imagined it drawn taught and then the arrow punching through an armored knight. He held the image in his mind, and shoved. There was an audible snap as the energy finally sank into the wood and disappeared.
DING