Life in Ravenwood Glade {darkest_fate& Dread Moon}

[darkest_fate]

One may be mistaken for considering the tranquility of Ravenwood Glade. The lush area was well known for its fine lands, with verdant forests, the rolling plains, and of course the farm that drew so much attention among those in Tirna Rosanna. Produce of the finest quality shipped from those lands, spreading throughout the entire continent. Milk, crops, and much more could be found throughout the land, even frequently on the tables and in the pantries of the most noble of people. Naturally there were those that were jealous and suspicious. The Glade itself hadn't been in operation that long. Rumors swirled around the proprietess of said land, whispers that she possessed dragonsblood, a fierce disposition, or even worse spread throughout the land. Most would chalk that up to competitors attempting to degrade the competition, but still the rumors would pique the interest.

Local rumor would have the Glade as a debauched land of sin. Supposedly beautiful maidens received all sorts of pleasures, and you could almost hear the sounds of debauchery upon the winds, echoing louder than the noises of livestock or the rustling winds. Many an eager drunk would spin a tale of their time in the Glade, though most knew that if you actually partook in said pleasures, you weren't wont to leave.

All of this drew one particular visitor to the area. Princess Sarya Aezorwyn, Second of her Name, Heir to the Wooded Throne, and Jewel of her people, had curious desires of her own. Yes, her parents sheltered the young princess from much, forbading her from laying with another for fear of losing her precious, biddable virginity. Puberty came slowly to elves, but still it came, and it became readily apparent that the delightfully pretty young princess blossomed into a fetching young lady. Hips flared in a manner to attract the eye. A strict diet and dancing regime left her body toned, with a flat tummy and narrow waist. The goddesses had blessed young Sarya in abudance when it came to her breasts, which were almost too large for her lean frame. Half the time she didn't know if she disdained them for being in the way or loved them for the further attention they drew (mostly from boys, though Sarya wasn't altogether picky). Genetics, blessings, and expert spellwork crafted an absolutely breathtaking face, with delicate features to inspire song. Clear blue eyes shone with mischeif and wonder. Pale yellow hair, nearly white, fell in loose curls almost to her pert bottom.

Yes, Sarya was the sort who inspired song and lust alike. The young elf found her ways to experiment, knowing that touch and mouth and the like would still leave her precious virginity intact. Truly Princess Sarya thought herself remarkably well informed on the subject, both from book and from a handful of her own experiences. That confidence made her quite certain that even should some of the baser rumors about the Glade prove to be true, she would still be alright. It was unlikely that anyone would do too much to harm a princess, particularly a beauty like this one. And she couldn't help but be curious, wanting to see such a lush land that existed without the aid of elfish magic.

Thus when she was finally released from her lands for her adulthood ritual, which was basically her walking all over the country, Princess Sarya elected to head toward Ravenwood Glade. She fully intended to return with scandalous stories that would make her fellow elves blush to the tips of their long pointed ears. Even thinking about it made the gorgeous elf maid smile. She slunk through the woods with all the grace of her people, her footfalls light. Her senses remained alert, long ears twitching, blue eyes searching. Sarya knew that technically she was trespassing (though she was royalty, which sort of meant she could do as she wanted), but she also wanted to make sure that she could see or hear at least something scandalous. Thus far it had simply been rich land and impressive livestock. Where were the debauched delights she'd heard tale of? The princess delicately prowled, her eagerness perhaps making her just a bit less cautious than she should be.

 

[Dread Moon]

The forest wrapping around the roots of the nearby mountains were ancient, great, sprawling Red Wood trees, many as wide as a modest house at their base made up the bulk of the flora. The ground cover was light, though occasionally brush offered some hiding places or barriers of which to circumvent. The primary obstacle of the forest were great roots lurching up from beneath the ground, some so wide the elvish girl couldn't actually wrap her arms around them far enough to touch her own fingers. It made for an easy place to forage, camp or even hunt, and made for difficult terrain to hide in, which was both boon and bane depending on the situation.

In places, perhaps a particularly tall hill, or an area where the forest had receded some, she'd be able to make out the vast, rolling plains which composed much of the farms grazing land. Small streams, and modest ponds were plentiful, supplying cool, clear water to any passing through, and while not wildly abundant, there were enough edible berries and mushrooms to sate a passing hunger at will.

Much of her adventure into Ravenwood had been rather dull, at least considering her expectations. Though near mid afternoon, she'd find the first signs of life, and the signs were rather lewd to boot! Near a Red Wood bearing a hollow large enough for her to comfortable walk inside, lay what was clearly a well traveled trail, and while the footprints were far to plentiful to make out their type, it was obvious at a glance that intelligent creatures were at work. Hanging from the arch of the hollow were simplistic, but carefully made wooden busts of female frames, at least two dozen of the whittled figures swayed lightly in the wind, none had heads or limbs, but all bore wide hips, ample breast and round, pert hind ends. oddly, each and everyone bore a rune like shape across their abdomens, in a language that seemed almost childish if not altogether made up. A slightly stronger gust made several of the wooden busts collide softly, the hollow sound almost musical.

Inside, several piles of furs lay strewn about the inner edges of the hollow, an obvious campfire cold in the center of the space. Crude ceramic bottles were stacked near the back, and a pile of firewood lay nestled just inside to her left. There was likely, just enough to see and inspect, that one would find it easy to miss the low strung, fishing line thing string set across the entrance of the hollow, a crude, but effective pulley system linking it to the bust chimes above, only a halfwit would fall for such a simple alarm system...right?

 

[darkest_fate]

The lack of activity had started to dull Sarya's senses somewhat; she may have the elf's long life and some of that patience, but youth and eagerness ate away at the edges. Still, when she finally saw something interesting, she had to venture out at least a little to get a proper look at it. The princess stood underneath a few of the figures, tilting her head to the side. Her ears almost seemed to wiggle as she pondered the strange effigies. They mostly resembled a humanoid female, she supposed, but there seemed to be bits missing. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to read the markings, again tilting her head this way and that.

As the sound of connecting wood punched through the air, Sarya jumped. She managed to just barely stop herself from letting out her own little exclamation. At least now she could be at least a little relieved that there didn't seem to be anyone nearby. Didn't stop her from blushing nearly to the tips of her long ears. "Honestly, you're being silly," Sarya mumbled, considering the figures once more. Her gaze finally drifted to take in the rest.

"Looks like a camp..." she mumbled, taking a few cautious steps forward. Some furs, something like a campfire... there was definitely signs that someone would be returning. Sarya also thought she saw.... "Is that a trap?" she asked, fighting a giggle. It looked just so crude! She tilted her head again, fighting the urge to wiggle her ears.

Wait, if she triggered the trap on purpose, did that make it a trap any more? The princess carefully studied the trap, trailing its path, taking stock of all of it. Clearly some sort of alarm. But hadn't the figures just made that noise just a few moments ago? So that had to be more apparent, right? Well, Sarya would just have to trigger it lightly and then hide. It wasn't like there weren't places. Oh, she could grab a piece of firewood, go into hiding, and toss it! Sarya nodded, moving to select her piece, fighting the urge to hum or squeal to herself. If nothing else, she'd get to see the figures dance again, but surely a trap like this meant that something had to be nearby, right?

 

[Dread Moon]

The accuracy of an elf never failed to impress, and even a random stick made for a tool in her hands, sailing through air end over end and landing firmly atop the pulled string with a light thud, followed by a quick, notably louder clash of the chimes. A careful listener would quickly realize that the sounds the chimes made in the wind were nearly natural in resonance and consistency, the rapid, collisions of transferred energy were an obvious sign of intrusion. One could imagine how loud and obvious the sounds would have been had she fully walked into the trap.

Contrary to expectation, there was no abrupt return, or storm of creatures returning to see what had occurred, instead, after nearly five minutes, a single creature emerged from the far side of the tree where the hollow was. It was immediately evident that this was no creature she was aware of, which was odd, since tribal and civilized peoples alike had been thoroughly catalogued by the elves for centuries. Squat, and thin, it was just barely half the girls own height, it wore dark furs around its ankles, wrist and neck which made it seem larger then it was. It carried a crude walking stick, that almost looked like a staff, but surely such a simple creation couldn't serve as any kind of focus for magic, the idea would be laughable if not insane. The creatures face was covered by a bone white mask, a broad, almost goofy grin set across its face. It wore simple leather bands and loincloth, sewn together with some efficiency, but no artistry. Most notable, at least considering the stories of debauchery that had brought her here, was the clear and obvious evidence that the creature was in fact, a He. His loincloth left little to the imagination, and as he curiously gawked inside the hollow and explored just outside the den, she'd get more then a few partial looks at what was, even flaccid, a more then normal sized cock for such a small creature...if anything, it was a smidge large for his build.

Not apparently the most efficient sleuth, it was obvious that the girl had gotten away with her little test within a few minutes, the question was, what would she do now that she'd found the first inhabitant of the farm?

 

[darkest_fate]

For several long moments, Sarya waited. She could still hear the wooden clanking, and she'd definitely tripped the trap, though perhaps not to the extent that actually walking over it would (given the light footfalls of elves, that was a bit up for debate). The princess considered, sitting there and waiting. At last, something appeared.

Once more Sarya's head tilted. She'd certainly never seen something like this. Was it a creature or another intelligent being? It had built a trap, or at least it had come when the trap had been triggered. Yet it wasn't particularly large, and it seemed to have some sort of bone covering instead of a face. Was that a mask, perhaps? Sarya couldn't quite say for sure. Oh, it wore clothing! At least, it wore something loosely resembling clothing. And... "Oh," the elf let out the smallest noise, that flush returning. It didn't quite go all the way to her ears or anything, but the princess couldn't quite believe it.

Was... was this it then? Some strange creature with a member that was slightly big for its stature? Sarya pursed her lips. She could perhaps ask it. If it built traps and wore clothes it may understand language. But she could also be wasting her time. Plus it wasn't like there were any females about, well, besides Sarya, and she certainly wasn't going to do anything to the creature. "Rather disappointing, really," Sarya said, shifting again. She'd at least found a good size bit of brush to hide behind. Elves could easily blend in with nature, even ones like Sarya who spent a bit more time in a palace then in the woods. It came naturally, and the princess had, of course, been trained in woodcraft.

Still, she had to wonder if perhaps she shouldn't do or say something. The one creature hardly seemed worth all the fuss. But it could be hostile, couldn't it? Sarya let out another soft sigh, still waffling, still waiting patiently.

 

[Dread Moon]

The creature seemed to revert from inspection to tending its home, if that was in fact what it was. It started a small fire, which likely seemed fairly inviting, considering the afternoon slow wane toward evening, and the late fall bringing brisk air along with the ever encroaching darkness of night. She'd have several hours before true night yet, but it was something to consider as she surveyed her findings.

With the fire started the creature began gathering small bundles of herbs, berries, honey and dried fungi it had stored within the hollow, and after grinding them all into a paste, the creature began filling some of the ceramic bottles in what seemed to be a process of fermentation, or possibly low level alchemy. She might put together as it moved to a second collection of the bottles that the creature had groups of the concoction at different stages of development. It added small dabs of water to the next batch, mixing thoroughly before re-sealing them again, and a red hued liquid that almost looked like wine to the next batch. The final batch is where her survey began to turn voyeuristic. Tugging his loincloth to the side the creature dabbed a spattering of clear liquid into its palm, and began eagerly masturbating. His cock was indeed large for his size, easily comparable to any male elf she might have seen or imagined, and oddly, the head was 'crowned' with small protruding spines, each trailing the creatures glans and angled back toward it. They were flexible judging by their movement, but stiff enough to provide what must be an odd, if not aggressive sensation.

Obscene as the show was, the creature worked himself almost clinically, and after six or seven minutes, he came what could only be described as an unreasonable volume into a ceramic bowl. His semen was thick and plentiful, even a half educated guess would measure it in ounces...and not a few but at least two dozen. Stroking himself into the bowl until he was all but empty, the creature very casually slid his loin cloth back into place, and proceeded to add heaping dollops of the obscene ejaculate into the last group of ceramic bottles.

It was shortly after this little spectacle, that two more of the small creatures arrived, the trio exchanging odd chittering, clicking sounds in what was obviously some bizarre language. Judging by their gestures, something had happened, or perhaps something was coming, though the trio seemed more excited then worried about the prospect...

 

[darkest_fate]

Curiosity turned into something near fascination as Sarya watched the initial process. That looked like some sort of herbalism, something the elf had certainly seen before. It felt decidedly strange seeing something so primitive manage that, but it did prove that there was some sort of intelligence. The princess took a few delicate sniffs of the air, just starting to get a hint of what the creature created. Even that was enough to make the elf flush slightly, ears nearly twitching again. Well, whatever it was was certainly potent, that was for certain.

While this might be a bit interesting, it was hardly the display of debauchery that Sarya had come here to see. She'd just started to turn to withdraw when she noticed the creature moving strangely. Brow furrowed as the princess leaned forward. Its hand seemed to be... doing something. Oh, ah, Sarya's eyes widened, a little hint of a smile appearing as she watched the creature. Its... though Sarya supposed she should say "his" hand worked a modest sized member, one slightly larger than most elves Sarya had seen (she'd dabbled with a pretty human or two just to tell ,and she thought they'd looked bigger). The creature almost seemed to be aiming it toward the bowl?

Sarya's nose wrinkled and she pulled back. That was certainly debauched, but why would anyone want to drink something's seed? Sarya's few experiences with that stuff told her that it was usually salty, perhaps earthy, and altogether unpleasant. She supposed it would make for a decent binding agent, but there were just so many better options, particularly if you were going to drink it. Well, she supposed she had been looking for debauchery.

Still, this looked like a gathering of males. While there could certainly be some fun in watching them, Sarya doubted they were all about to start stroking each other. Best to just move along, see if there was something or someone else to observe. think of this as a fun little curiosity. With a last look at the wooden figurines, Sarya began slowly moving from her hiding spot, steathily working to try and get out of there and leave the creatures to their weird potion brewing.

 

[Dread Moon]

As if summoned by her fading interest, there was a muffled squeal from the other side of the hollow, and after a moment, a fourth member emerged from the brush around the massive trees roots. This one was decidedly more human in appearance, though very obviously still of the same genus and heritage as the smaller creatures she had been observing. He, and he was very obviously a he based on the far less then modest member swinging freely between his thighs, stood nearly a foot taller then the elven woman, his dark flesh sat taut over a lean, but muscular frame. He walked with a slight hunch, and his arms seemed a bit long for his proportions, but there was certainly an appeal about his frame and build, despite the obvious lack of 'normal' features. Like his smaller cousins he wore a mask, though, his was bereft of any features like eyes or mouth, only one of their strange rune like symbols adorned it.

Ignoring the imposing length swinging between his legs, the most surprising, and interesting part of his appearance was the woman he carried. From a distance it seemed like she was human, though the creature carried her over his shoulder and at first, all Sarya could see was long legs, a large, meaty hind end and a very, very wet slit. The male held her in place with the same arm whos shoulder she rested on draped over the small of her back, and his other was hoisted up to her nethers, two thick fingers were sunk deep into her drooling pussy, rigorously scrapping and grinding at her insides. The woman herself didn't resist, though based on the way her toes curled and legs tensed, it was far from unpleasant, and the little huffed, drunken whimpers and moans that accompanied her approach made it obvious pleasure was forefront on her mind.

The larger creature approached the trio and unceremoniously swung the woman down onto the ground, the girl landing awkwardly in a half seated position before quickly scrambling up to her carrier and whorishly lathering licks and kisses across his yet flaccid cock. She was no elf, but she was pretty, red hair, rosy cheeks, handful sized breasts, a trim waist, wide hips and meaty ass. Her mascara ran, and smeared body paint trailed across her chest and hips. Outside of reddened knees and a few finger sized bruises from what had to have been vigorous sex, she seemed in fine condition physically.

The larger male grasped a handful of her hair and tugged her back, the girls whimpering annoyance at being stopped made it seem like she was all but addicted to the creature. He tugged her toward the trio of smaller creatures who had already began removing what clothing they had on and wordlessly directed her to her new task. She seemed annoyed by the trade off at first, but when offered one of the fully aged bottles nearby, her mood changed. She drank the concoction in large, greedy gulps, her body visually relaxing as she imbibed the strange, obscene liquid. The trio of smaller impish creatures began to grope and explore her as her cheeks reddened and eyes began to haze. She was already being maneuvered into a less then decent position as she finished her drink, the bottle empty to the last drop. She weakly let the bottle fall away as fingers found eager orifices to intrude upon. She burped cutely and giggled like a drunken whore.

The larger male, seemingly satisfied with the hand off turned to leave as the woman was forced to lather one of the critters cocks in spit, her moans of heated pleasure already beginning to ramp up as the trio began to work her over. The elf had choices now, watch the show, or follow the new, larger male into the unknown...

 

[darkest_fate]

The slightly louder noise of the newcomer and his prize stilled Sarya midmotion. She slunk lower, noting the larger version of the creatures as it approached. So they seemed to have varying sizes, which did happen in some races from time to time. naturally Sarya's curiosity drew those pretty blue eyes downward, and they soon widened. My, but this one certainly seemed bigger. The elf smiled slightly, covering her lips with a hand to stifle any giggles or the sort. Clearly these people didn't care much for modesty, though she supposed if all men were so well equipped they'd likely be showing off.

Interesting that there seemed to be a normal sized female. In fact, that woman looked to Sarya to be... human? Again the elf tilted her head, confusion presenting the new angle. Why would these creatures have a female human? Sarya's eyes widened again, first taking in the woman's state, then recalling what she'd heard in those rumors. Surely these creatures... but the large one already sank fingers into a sex that looked quite willing.

Well, Sarya had been looking for something scandalous, and it appeared that she'd found it. She certainly seems to appreciate them the elf princess noted, watching with some voyeuristic glee as the human seemed to long for the creatures. Sarya had heard that humans were more slaves to their baser natures, but this truly did seem to be going just a bit further still. Thinking about what went into the concoction the human so readily drank made Sarya gag slightly. Once more her delicate fingers covered her mouth, stifling noises. The woman certainly seemed to enjoy the mixture, but she'd been fairly far gone.

Now, to watch her or follow the larger one? Sarya could guess what was about to happen here. The smaller creatures eyed the woman with a gaze that the pretty elf was quite familiar with. However, the larger one seemed almost distinterested, and he had been the one to bring her. Yet he wasn't participating in what most would call "the fun." What could pull him away from something like this?

The sounds of debauchery would help cover the elf princess's steathly movements as she slowly stalked the larger creature. Sarya certainly didn't want to get caught, though she'd wager she could probably talk or squirm out of it should things get too dangerous. What was the worst that could happen? The creature would touch somewhere he wasn't supposed to? The thought almost made Sarya giggle, but she fell into careful step, attention highly focused on the larger creature, despite her nearly twitching ears still picking up the noises of the small crowd.

 

[Dread Moon]

Behind them, the 'fun' had clearly begun, though, the girls sounds were quickly muffled by interactions one could easily imagine, though the vigorous activity was still audible for a slightly surprising distance nonetheless. One had to imagine, that if such small creatures were as capable as they sounded, the larger must be even more so...perhaps the human woman's adoration and drunken whorishness was not without warrant or reason.

The larger creature, moved with a near fluid comfort in the forest, his footsteps nearly as quiet as the elves. His gait was long and slightly inhuman, his arms giving him a sleight ape like quality as he strode into the growing dark of the afternoon. Had they been outside the forest they'd have had a little more then an hour until darkness truly set in, but with the towering trees overhead, it would be night earlier, rather then later.

After a short hike, the male came to sudden stop, almost as if startled. The wind had picked up softly without much build up, and it turned its head slightly one direction, then the other, gazing with unseen eyes into the gloom of dusk as if looking for something. It took its time, carefully surveying the surrounding area , its unseen gaze never settling on anything specific, even when passing by the elf herself as she took shelter or hid. After what might have felt like a little to long for comfort, the creature stooped down and hoisted a pal sized stone from near its feet, and rapt on a second stone three times in smooth, rhythmic succession. It paused a moment as if listening, then without any sort of sound in response, it rapt on the stone thrice more and continued on its way. Odd was the best way to describe the action, but they did seem to be intelligent, surely there had been some sort of purpose to its actions...

It was less then five minutes further into the forest that the first clap of stone on stone resonated off to the pairs left, three successive hits just like her quarry had made. Soon after, a retort from their right and then another from further ahead of them. The most worrying was when two separate retorts came from the way they had come, somehow, she'd been surrounded, the question was, had she been surrounded on purpose, or was this a common interaction in communication or navigating?

 

[darkest_fate]

The sounds of.. .vigorous activity behind her nearly made Sarya laugh again. They really were excited, weren't they? She supposed the human had been more or less carried to them, but she hadn't exactly looked like she wasn't enjoying herself. No cries for help or anything that would sound alarm, and surely she must know about the area just like the elf did. Best to not think too much about it, but perhaps to stop by after checking, just to make sure Sarya hadn't accidentally abandoned the female to be eaten or something grisly.

Instead the elf princess focused her thoughts and deed toward the task at hand. Following the creature proved easy enough; it didn't seem to be hiding and its loping gait wasn't all that difficult to keep up with. The elf had taken some note of the wind, but she hardly thought that her more subtle aroma would be all that telling given the mix of the forest around. Sarya supposed the creatures might be particularly attuned to certain smells, but, well, it shouldn't be anything she'd need to be overly concerned with. The creature didn't seem to notice her following.

It also didn't seem to be doing anything particularly thrilling. Sarya paused as it did, noting the stone and the sound. When an echoing call came, Sarya figured it was some sort of communication. The elf looked around carefully, ears twitching, but otherwise remaining still. She didn't see or hear anything herself. Surely this was normal? Perhaps the creature was reporting in or asking others.

Still, Sarya did wonder if she shouldn't consider finding something to defend herself with. The elf princess had a small, fairly narrow blade, used more as a surprise in close quarters than anything else. She could also flee rather quickly and had some small magic, so she should be fine. Sarya did make certain her position was still fairly hidden, seeking out some natural foilage to hide behind, blending with the natural skill of the elves.