Harem King's Collection: Turning Beastkins Into Desperate Wives!-Chapter 68: Don’t Be a Jerk to the Nice Dog

"I just don’t think it’s a good idea, Mist." The husky Dally was arguing loudly with the peacock when Rust had happened to pass by on his way to his own private quarters for the night.

The fox hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on the pair, but he was drawn in by the avian’s answer in her sultry, thick accent that Rust couldn’t begin to place.

"I had a Revelation... You know it’s not good for me to ignore those for long. I need to read him, for all of our sakes. This is big, Dally. This is a terrifyingly dark level of bad. This isn’t anything like I’ve felt before... I think Chief Crag is right... About the legendary beasts... But there’s something else... Maybe more than even one thing lurks in the shadows... Dally... I’m scared, but that’s why I NEED to know. I need to read him. Don’t fight me on this one."

The husky was getting flustered and took a few paces over to lean against and stare out the window. Rust didn’t dare breathe, as he was crouched right on the other side of it, then, only inches away.

Dally began to speak, finally voicing his concern.

"If it’s as big as you say it is... Divining that future could break you... The last time you did a king, you were out for six entire days, Mist... And it didn’t change a thing in the end... I just thought I was going to lose you. We started traveling to avoid this type of thing, not to run towards it...

"And we have Milky with us now, and they might not understand if you just go cold on us for a week or longer... We never know the cost until the deed is done... Besides, we have a moon tomorrow, I’m already going to be stressed to my limits, and you reading another king’s future may be the end to my sanity altogether... I can’t lose you."

The husky trailed off with a heavy sigh. Rust was shocked at this news. The peacock wanted to divine Prince Tyfin’s future? The fox heard Mist shuffle near the window as well, assuming she was comforting the canine. The avian spoke calmly, but decidedly.

"We can’t run from fate, my love, but we may glimpse it through examining ourselves and others. We may hope to change it in the slightest of ways, ones that can spur the most drastic of differences. I will collect what I need... I’ll put the ceremony off until after the moon for you. Just... Trust me. I need to do this."

Rust heard the canine mumble his sulking, conceding reply before the two finally stepped away from the windowsill, allowing the fox to slip away unnoticed.

Rust shared the Husky’s sentiment. The topic just gave him the creeps for some reason, but he needed to get some rest. He had a long day ahead of him in the forge with Tan, and he wasn’t planning on being late for his first full day.

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When Oust had finally woken up, the sun was already bearing down on him in the streets where the bear had left him.

Orcs and beasts alike had simply moved around him up to that point. The Tiger’s head was pounding, and felt like it was going to split in half. His mouth was dry from sweating through the first half of the morning. He was sore, hungover, and absolutely enthralled as his hazy memories of the night before came back to him.

The tiger sat up with a start and was met with the soft eyes of the larger, white, fluffy canine, Milky staring down at him. The beast had something in their right hand and extended it down to the tiger, offering him a gift.

Oust realized a moment later that it was simply a tiny, white flower with an orange center. He had no need for such trivial things.

The tiger gave the canine a scowl and smacked his hand aside, knocking away the flower as he stood to rise despite the pounding in his head.

Milky only whined a bit, rubbing at their injured hand lightly. The tiger hadn’t cared that there were other onlookers.

Aster felt himself angered by the tiger’s action towards such a gentle creature, and felt bad the mountain of fluff had even tried extending his kindness to the cat.

He looked on, watching as the tiger stood and began walking away a bit further down the street, holding his head. The human was surprised by what the fluffy dog did next.

Milky, being the type of beast he was, figured he should just try again. Everyone liked flowers, after all. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

So the canine gently reached down to cradle the bloom, lightly brushing the dirt from it with a tender and careful claw, and stood to follow the tiger, running after Oust in excitement.

When he caught up with him, the fluffy beast lightly tapped the tiger’s shoulder, forcing the scowling tiger to turn around once more.

The cat simply glared up at the canine, who only panted happily in response before extending his hand with the flower, once more offering a token of friendship to the big cat. The beast’s bushy tail happily swished back and forth as he did.

Oust’s temper flared with his nostrils. He was not in the mood for such trivialities. The beast was still unreasonably ashamed and angry with himself after the night before, and his rough awakening hadn’t helped his sour spirits.

The tiger snapped, his anger getting the better of him yet again, and he shoved the larger beast roughly, making the kind canine fall backward with a crash... Directly on top of the tiny little lute the beast enjoyed strumming on that had been hanging over its back by a strap.

Milky’s eyes shot wide, and the fumbling beast quickly rolled over on its knees to inspect the instrument.

With shaky, large hands, the simple beast scooped up the shattered remains of their favorite toy, gently cradling the broken lute.

The beast used one hand to feebly try and piece it back together as best as he could manage, but the strings were mostly broken, and the wood was far beyond repair.

With the realization that the instrument was ruined, the large, gentle dog began trembling violently, having a meltdown. With a heavy howl of sorrow, Milky began sobbing heavily as if they were no more than a toddler.

Oust only turned his head to the sight in guilt and continued on his way, leaving the simple and weak beast to its pathetic wallowing.

The tiger made it two paces before a large, golden shield appeared in front of him, barring his exit. The cat snarled as it turned once more, where it was met with another scowling face fast approaching him.

Aster didn’t know what came over him in that moment, but as surely as the fluffy, gentle canine was crying, a torrent of anger welled up in his chest.

He threw a shield up to halt the tiger’s escape and began marching over in his frustration, calling out just as the tiger had turned to face him.

"OUST! APOLOGIZE, NOW!"

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