Sonic Goat Oc Novels & Stories

I shook him, but he was like a man made of stone. I went back to the window. The goat was closer. The chain hadn't broken. The tree hadn't uprooted. Instead, the oak was stretching, the wood groaning and splintering in ways that defied physics. The goat’s neck was elongated now, its head level with the porch steps. Then, the goat turned its head. It looked directly at me through the glass. It opened its mouth. It didn't bleat. It spoke. It wasn't a human voice, but a collection of sounds—the snap of a bone, the hiss of a dying fire, the wet slap of a butcher’s knife. It called my name.

The goats swarm him, greedily gulping down the pellets and then licking his arms with long, pink tongues. He giggles, tickled, and scratches the creatures behind the ears. Carolina crouches down next to him. "Do you like these guys?" she asks. "They're funny," Brandon says. "Their eyes are weird!" Carolina looks one of the goats in the eye. "Do you think I could win a staring contest with this fella?" "No way!" She gives it a shot, holding her eyes comically wide as she holds the goat's horizontal-pupiled stare.

With only two very short stops, mostly for bathroom reasons, we ended up at the next village with more time than expected to spare. Xynaar happened to be a lovely little village. The doctor that saw Gecko was apparently a Barmar. Another type of goat Daemonaria with horns and hair all over their bodies, six fingers and a hunch, which apparently they all had. I tried not to stare as he helped us out, and to my surprise it cost nothing to see the doctor.