Character Building, Who Needs It?

"4542..." Loda'Bukira said as he counted another pull-up. 

His high priest was throwing darts and an extra small bored, as the egg sat in a warm little blanket. 

"This is getting so terribly boring," said Cola to no one it particular.

The egg transmitted emotions that agreed whole heartedly with the priest. The god nodded as he made his 4544th pull up.

***

"How much father Skittles?" Taeda whimpered from her seat on the horse.

"Two more towns, if we're lucky." Skittles said while fanning himself in vain.

The weather had taken a sudden jump, from a nice mild temperature to a "cook an egg on the sidewalk" temperature in a matter of hours. This of course made everyone grouchy, irritable, and very desperate. 

"It'll be dark soon, then it'll cool off."

"Oh thank heavens."

Skittles cursed inwardly. If he kept time correctly, then this was the night when he would turn into a full fledged werewolf. He hated it. It was just like a woman and her "time of the month", it just was something everyone dreaded.

At dusk they stopped and set up a small little camp, the town was to far away for them to get there before nightfall. Skittles began to sulk in his own private tent. 

Meanwhile Taeda and Fulmen were talking in their own tent, though it was a very one sided conversation. "What do you think has his tail in knots?" asked Taeda.

Fulmen didn't answer.

"You're just as stiff a a board."

Fulmen shrugged and curled up into a ball.

"Jerk."

Skittles still sulked in his tent, but by this time he was a big fuzzy brown wolf. The night of the Jade moon was the only night he turned into a werewolf. Since this planet had several moons, seven to be exact, it was difficult to tell when a werewolf would turn into its full form. 

Of course there weren't too many werewolves to worry about. Man had died in the war of the mythical fall when Skittles was only a baby. Most people, including the were wolves, were happy about more space. It would be a lot better if human's didn't overpopulate.

 In the morning things would be better, at least that's what Skittles hoped. 

***

Smack! Smack! Smack! went the ball on the paddle. "I can't belive I've resorted to this," muttered Loda'Bukira. 

Cola was reading upside-down to the egg. "Maybe he fell into some trouble?"

"I hope not."

Cola sighed, How could one man cause so much trouble?

***

"Yikes." Skittles said as he saw a burnt down city in front of him. 

Taeda had flown ahead to see if there were any survivors. She came back covered in dust. "There's a man trapped under a pretty big part of a building. He's still alive, but barely."

"By the time we get there he'll be dead." Skittles said absent mindedly. 

"You've got a point, but shouldn't we at least burry the people?"

"No, we have to get out of here as soon as possible." 

"Oh."

Skittles mounted his horse. While Taeda and Fulmen made themselves comfortable he commanded the horse into a gallop. This was a small city and the heat hadn't reached its peak yet, so they could easily make it though without the horse collapsing.

Of course Skittles didn't count on someone throwing a massive fire attack at them.

As quick as he could he cast a counter spell of freezing ice. 

BANG!

When the air cleared Skittles was on the ground with his Veecharoval pressed against another man's neck. The man had a sword pressed at Skittles's neck.

Taeda, Fulmen, and the horse gawked at the scene before them. Some how Skittles had managed to get off his horse in a matter of seconds, draw his weapon and find there attacker. 

"We seem to be even," said Skittles eyeing the red head closely. He seemed to be a hero of some sort with the armor he wore.

"It seems like it Skittles Remix."

So it was a hero after all. "Any reason why you're out to kill me and my travel associates?"

"Well, you're the only one who could have destroyed the town in the matter of seconds and killed hundreds of innocent people."

Now, that offended Skittles, and when he was offended he would stop playing games. In a blur of red he managed to escape the man's sword. 

The man leapt into action, he threw his sword pinning Skittles's and his brand new jacket to the ground.

This hero was smarter then he should have been. "Pesky heroes never seem to learn," Skittles smirked, "You should never get me mad." Above his head he spun his Veecharoval once, and suddenly the crescent moon blade detached from the long silver handle. It sped towards the young man at in alarming rate.

He did sort of get out of the way, but he managed to get a nice huge gash on his left arm. The man gave a deafening scream of pain as he hit the ground.

Skittles smiled as he unpinned himself from the ground. With a bit of magic he fixed the hole in his coat and causally he walked over to the injured hero. "You should never assume, no matter how things look. Otherwise this happens, you see?"

The hero whimpered, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Don't be silly, I'm going to heal you and then you're going to burry all these bodies by yourself."

"Are you.... serious?"

"Yes, I have to go somewhere very important. Since you're a hero you should worry about people even if they're dead or alive. It's a perfect trade off. You stay alive, and I get where I'm going."

"You're insane."

"I wouldn't have this job if I wasn't."

The hero looked at his arm as Skittles healed it. "By the way, My name is Pepsi and you know I'm still going to try and kill you right?"

"Yes, but I don't really care. I could have killed you if I really wanted to." He smacked the healed arm so the Pepsi winced. "All done."

"Erm... thank you?"

"Whatever. I have a feeling someone is going to smite me very soon if I don't get to where I'm going fast." He whistled and the horse trotted up to him.  Mounting her gave the hero a wicked grin, "Have fun."

Skittles, Taeda, and Fulmen left Pepsi in the dust. As they rode towards the temple Taeda inquired, "Why are you so were Skittles?"

"Because I can be."