Comedy, Tragedy, and a Sadistic Werewolf.

Skittles had made it back into the room, alive and in one piece without having some moron try to kill him. Bad days always got him down and seeing Miss Almighty made it worse. All he need was to open the door and see En'dai chatting to Fulmen. 

Skittles opened the door, and as in the previous statement he saw the good of death, but he wasn't chatting with anyone. Skittles clothing was folded in a neat pile which Taeda slept on. Fulmen was sitting at En'dai's feet looking comfortable as every. Skittles inwardly cursed about always being right.

SLAM!

"What do you want with me NOW? I'm sick of the games you play! I--"

"Calm down, you'll wake Fulmen and Taeda," the god of death smiled. One would speculate that a god of death would be morbid, lonely, bitter and just flat out creepy. En'dai on the other hand, was happy, nowhere near lonely.... creepy and morbid. His biggest oddity was his skin color of blue with swirling rainbow patterns covering his body. He wore an usually bright trench coat that clashed with his green eyes.

After a few years of knowing him you figure out that you will never be able to figure him out. Skittles still hated that conclusion, and would never accept it. "All right then, what is it you want now."

"I want to give you a great responsibility." 

"Destroying the world isn't enough?"

En'dai thought about that for a moment, "It's not according to a very dignified mother."

"What are you talking about?"

"I want to give you a dragon egg." En'dai smiled in a mysterious sort of way.

Skittle's eyebrow twitched, "Dragon egg? Why do I need a dragon egg. The world is going to end anyway and I'm not going to need to have any friends since you know... everyone is going to be dead."

"Don't be a such a downer!"

Did the god of death just tell him to stop being a downer? The god of death and other nasty things just told him to stop being a downer! It was just utter nonsense. "The brass--"

"Don't you dare revert to that British accent of yours! I don't want to hear it!"

"Bloody--"

"No!"

Skittles kept his mouth shut for a bit. When he was angry with someone he would normally end up taking in a British accent, at least that's what En'dai called it. Most people referred to it as a Kiverian accent, since no one knew what a Brit was.

"Thank you for not throwing a wobbly. Now, as I was saying I want to give you a dragon egg. I'm just informing you of it now so you can get ready for her."

"You  know that it's a girl... how?"

"My sources. The dragon egg will be held in the temple of Loda'Bukira by Loda himself. Don't ask any questions, just go to the temple as soon as you can."

"To the temple to see the god of fate, this day is sounding better."

"And be more sociable! You don't want to be like Fulmen or Taeda do you?"

"You know I've been listening to you the whole time, right?" whispered Fulmen.

En'dai nodded, "Yes, that was the point." The god of death yawned and cracked his fingers. This was the only thing predictable about him, because he would always do it right when he was about to leave. "Good luck, Skittles, you'll need it." With that the god of death disappeared.

"Well, I'm going to bed you two, so get off the bed Taeda." Without warning Skittles fell forward onto the bed. Maybe today would turn out better then normal.

***

It had been two days since his last encounter with any hero. He was mildly surprised by this, since he thought the incident outside of the tavern would grab the attention of any has been hero. Regardless Skittles moved towards the temple of Loda'Bukira and towards a tiny little town.

They trotted up on horseback to a small women's apparel store. Even though it was small it had extremely expensive clothing in it. 

Taeda, who had been sitting on the back of the saddle, raised and eyebrow. "Why are you stopping at a women's apparel store?'

"To buy clothes."

"But why would you want to buy a woman's clothing?"

Fulmen, who sat in front of Taeda, kicked her off the horse. "Stop asking questions."

"Why should I you STUPID JERK!" she hissed. "Skittles--Where did he go?"

By this time Skittles had made it inside the store and to the counter girl. He knew this counter girl quite well. She had tiger ears and a tail, with claws and eyes to match. She never wore the same outfit twice, and today she wore a tiger stripped dress. When she saw Skittles she squealed with delight.

It should be said that Skittles came to this store every year for a reason. To get to his destination, he had to go though a very dangerous town. This said town was filled with many women for holy training, as a result no man is allowed inside or near the city, even if it is an emergency. Not many men were brave enough to go though the town, dressed as a woman. They feared that they would be caught and executed like so many other fools before them. Also, no holy maiden was allowed to travel outside the wall without permission from the head official herself. Many men had died for trying to take a holy maiden out of the city out of pity or lust. Skittles had done it for several years and had never been caught. To put it bluntly, Skittles played a very good woman.

With a smile the counter girl said, "I have the most amazing dress for your girlfriend, or is it wife now?"

"She's still a girlfriend Vic. Let's see this sexy dress."

"What a shame, you must make an amazing couple," she said as she disappeared in the back room.  Quickly she reappeared with a crimson red dress, with white trim. It was mostly conservative except for the long slit in the back that left room for a tail. "This is the latest style, sleek and sexy yet conservative and elegant. I bought a dress for myself and I wear it all the time."

"It is nice, but I doubt she has shoes for that sort of dress."

"Ah! Don't worry Mister Remix. The dress comes with special shoes that fit any foot form. She'll absolutely love it!"

"How much?"

"Only seventy gold."

"I'll take it."

With a silent joy she wrapped the dress in a white embossed box and wrapped it with a silver flowing bow. She watched the money bag clink in her hand, and after counting she handed the dress to Skittles. "She love it."

"I hope so, otherwise I'm never coming back." He winked at her has he left the store. He was quickly greeted by a angry Taeda.

"May Fulmen apologize! I'm serious!" she  continued for about fifteen minutes, until Skittles interrupted her.

"Shut up and get on the horse. We have to get going."

"But--"

Skittles glared at her and slowly he watched her give up the fight and get on the horse. Skittles jumped onto his faithful steed and headed towards the dangerous little town. He smiled at the thought of the lustful man being executed by several women. If you get caught dressing as them you deserve to get torture.

Oh, but Skittles never got caught.