Meow Shark's ideal was to become a "Beast King"!
All right, there was no such specialization in the game as far as anyone knew, so he'd settled for the next best thing: becoming an excellent beast-taming Midnight Hunter vampire.
For vampire hunters who could fly, having a war beast to command wasn't essential. But thanks to some stubborn belief of his, Meow Shark felt that a hunter without a pet was nothing at all.
He had the "Pet Expert" character trait, probably because he'd helped out at his family's pet shop since he was little. From the moment he entered the game, he'd been eager to catch himself a baby beast to play with. Earlier, he'd even tried to work out a deal with Rich Bro Fu to see if they could get a manticore from the sewers.
It wasn't until the Witch Hunters of the White Oak Warband arrived in Transia that he learned no beast tamer on the continent had ever managed to tame a manticore, a giant creature.
Or, more accurately, the intelligence and ferocity of beasts with giant-creature templates were simply too strong for ordinary beast-taming techniques to work on them.
Even elven hunters, the people closest to nature, could only tame beasts up to the large-beast category.
For a while, this had left Meow Shark deeply disappointed. But after he unexpectedly found four hyena pups that had only just opened their eyes during today's hunt for gnolls, that disappointment quickly turned to satisfaction.
"Arf, arf, arf!"
Hyenas had a very strange, unpleasant call. Even the pups were noisy. After listening to it for too long, it started to sound like a person laughing at you. It was not only creepy, but also enough to send anyone's blood pressure through the roof.
So when Meow Shark