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Ren had finally earned their staff. There was just one more step for them to become a real shaman, the hunt. Ren's village had a tradition. All new shamans had to venture out with nothing but their staff to hunt. The prey didn't matter, any dangerous beast would do, but the traditional prey was humans. They also had to bring their prey back alive. It showed that they weren't taking from the world any more than they needed.

Ren left the village in their summer wear. It barely covered their body, and would provide no protection or warmth. That was what the staff was for. The first day brought no luck in the hunt. They were too close to the village. Ren begrudgingly settled in for the night, using their staff to sculpt a tree into a makeshift shelter and light a small fire. They went to bed hungry and cold.

They woke up early in the morning, their highly sensitive ears alerting them to something moving nearby. A dull ache pounded in their dirt-covered bare feet as they stood up. Two humans tromped through the forest just at the edge of sight. That made it easy to sneak up on them, Ren would have had to be the worst hunter in the world to be heard in that racket. Once they were close, they whipped their staff with a flash of green magic and shrunk one down, a second blast followed before the other could react.

Ren let out a breath they had been holding in for too long and lazily flopped to the ground with relief. The hardest part was over. Now they just had to get these humans back to the village and they weren't exactly in a position to fight back.

For the shrunken humans Ren's flop was like a meteor strike, their feet popped up and planted themselves right in front of the pair, dwarfing them completely. Their simple stretching and flexing of toes became horrifying predatory lunges in their eyes.

As Ren contemplated what to do with their prey, their stomach rumbled. They hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours. They only needed to bring back one human for the hunt. They weren't enthused about eating a human, it wasn't exactly cannibalism, but it was a little too close for comfort. It would be a lie if they said they weren't curious though. One of the humans quickly found themself wrapped in the sweaty embrace between their big and second toe. A pair of thinner digits raised them to Ren's intrigued face.

Ren's mouth opened wide and the human began to scream in a language they didn't recognize. It was soon muffled by their lips sealing like a tomb. Ren tossed them around with their tongue. They didn't taste much different from any other meat, yet the sensation was wonderful. The thrill of the successful hunt was tangible in the prey's terrified struggles. It tasted sweeter than honey and lingered all the way down their throat until the stomach acids cut them short.

Ren remembered their mission. They turned to the other human. "I need to rest. Stay here and be good or I'll stomp you!" They punctuated the threat with a literal stomp that came terribly close to hitting it's mark. The person seemed to obey, though it was hard to tell if they spoke the language or were just paralyzed with fear.

Ren made haste back to the village. They were excited to prove themselves, but moreso, the shrunken human did little to fill their stomach. They couldn't wait to show off the other so they could have another taste.

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Ren had finally earned their staff. There was just one more step for them to become a real shaman, the hunt. Ren's village had a tradition. All new shamans had to venture out with nothing but their staff to hunt. The prey didn't matter, any dangerous beast would do, but the traditional prey was humans. They also had to bring their prey back alive. It showed that they weren't taking from the world any more than they needed.

Ren left the village in their summer wear. It barely covered their body, and would provide no protection or warmth. That was what the staff was for. The first day brought no luck in the hunt. They were too close to the village. Ren begrudgingly settled in for the night, using their staff to sculpt a tree into a makeshift shelter and light a small fire. They went to bed hungry and cold.

They woke up early in the morning, their highly sensitive ears alerting them to something moving nearby. A dull ache pounded in their dirt-covered bare feet as they stood up. Two humans tromped through the forest just at the edge of sight. That made it easy to sneak up on them, Ren would have had to be the worst hunter in the world to be heard in that racket. Once they were close, they whipped their staff with a flash of green magic and shrunk one down, a second blast followed before the other could react.

Ren let out a breath they had been holding in for too long and lazily flopped to the ground with relief. The hardest part was over. Now they just had to get these humans back to the village and they weren't exactly in a position to fight back.

For the shrunken humans Ren's flop was like a meteor strike, their feet popped up and planted themselves right in front of the pair, dwarfing them completely. Their simple stretching and flexing of toes became horrifying predatory lunges in their eyes.

As Ren contemplated what to do with their prey, their stomach rumbled. They hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours. They only needed to bring back one human for the hunt. They weren't enthused about eating a human, it wasn't exactly cannibalism, but it was a little too close for comfort. It would be a lie if they said they weren't curious though. One of the humans quickly found themself wrapped in the sweaty embrace between their big and second toe. A pair of thinner digits raised them to Ren's intrigued face.

Ren's mouth opened wide and the human began to scream in a language they didn't recognize. It was soon muffled by their lips sealing like a tomb. Ren tossed them around with their tongue. They didn't taste much different from any other meat, yet the sensation was wonderful. The thrill of the successful hunt was tangible in the prey's terrified struggles. It tasted sweeter than honey and lingered all the way down their throat until the stomach acids cut them short.

Ren remembered their mission. They turned to the other human. "I need to rest. Stay here and be good or I'll stomp you!" They punctuated the threat with a literal stomp that came terribly close to hitting it's mark. The person seemed to obey, though it was hard to tell if they spoke the language or were just paralyzed with fear.

Ren made haste back to the village. They were excited to prove themselves, but moreso, the shrunken human did little to fill their stomach. They couldn't wait to show off the other so they could have another taste.

available in 4k on patreon

also follow the twitter and itaku