“Merrick, that beast is tearing up my pasture again!”Merrick looked around and spotted his wife at the door to their barrow, shaking a large spoon in the direction of a nearby fenced-off area. “But Tilly, love, that’s his pasture; let him tear it up if it makes him happy. He stays away from the fences, and you know how happy it makes him to dig and roll around in the dirt.”
A woman stands in your path, leading a black horse. At first all you can see is the heavy blue brocade cloak she wears, with swirling black and gold designs, which are echoed on the horse’s gear. She throws back her hood, revealing the features of a half-elf. Tall for her kind, her blue-black hair frames startling green eyes in a pale face traced with faint burn scars. The chain shirt she wears and the longsword on her back label her a melee fighter, and the way she moves backs that up. But the cases you see on her saddle and the manacles hanging from her belt name her something else. And there’s a faint buzz you feel from her - danger, magic, and anger (but no sense of evil, if you have the ability to check). What is she? “I’m known as The Blue Halt,” she introduces herself. You’ve heard that name, but surely this can’t be her? The Blue Halt is said to be a bounty hunter, a sorceress maybe, but a hunter definitely. Either way, not someone you want to have after you. The next move is yours.
On the northern side of Machukara, not far from the coast, there is the small village of Yurikama. The village consists of several families of hengeyokai that have made a settlement together, primarily racoon dog, badger, and crane subraces. It is a quiet village, with practically no crime. There are only three non-residence buildings, a general merchant with whom everyone in the village trades goods, the government office, and a small temple.
The Nomura family (埜村, meaning: wilderness village) are the only fox family. They are farmers, like most of their neighbors, raising chickens and rabbits for food. Most of their neighbors are meat-eaters, and by raising meat animals, they are able to trade with other members of the village to provide for themselves. The Nomuras are by no means wealthy, but they are not poor. They are comfortable enough to provide for the entire family, and are well-respected in the village.
Thad looked at the newborn lying in his wife’s arms and his heart quailed within him. “She’s beautiful, my love. Perfect. But she’s awfully tiny, you know…” Saphielle glared at him furiously, brilliant green eyes flashing.
Decades of birthing animals had taught him that extremely small babies didn’t thrive, no matter how perfectly formed they were. This one was smaller than any of her brothers and sisters had been - five surviving children, each nearly twice her size when they were born. It would be better if this one had been deformed and ugly rather than simply tiny. It would hurt less - for all of them - when they lost her.
“I’m relieved the birthing was so easy on you, Saph. Rest now, and I’ll send one of the children in with supper.”
The adventurers watched the girls come into the tavern. There were three of them, talking and giggling together. They appeared to be locals, and regulars; the wench had drinks on the table for them without taking their order. As they sat, the girls pulled back identical silver hoods. All were pleasant to behold - one black of hair, one brown-haired, and the third blonde. Each wore a silver chain with a moth pendant dangling from it. Of course, the adventurers weren’t the only ones looking. It was probably safe to say that every man in the tavern was watching them.
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
Sometimes being a brat will get you everything you want… and deserve…
So there I was, at my first kink convention, ready to try Everything. But wouldn’t you know it? My dominant - my owner and guide and boyfriend… my D - didn’t feel well. We were only going to be here for half a day, and even that needed to be calm and easy. I probably wouldn’t even get so much as a spanking.
Content Labels: Dubious Consent
Content Labels: Mental Illness
