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Kadavro
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 16, 2012
Nearing harvest time. The valley was filled with vegetation, from the trunks of ebony to the bushes of purple berries, everything looking either strong or luscious. That was the combination you tended to get around here. It didn't matter what, everything was strong. The leaves lasted upon the trees longers, the reds and golds matching the various baskets brought about to collect the fruits off the trees. Apples, pears, peaches, pomegranates, there were a dozen different types of every fruit that had ever entered the region, brought over generations as offerings. On the same token there were nuts. Pecans, pistachios, almonds... sheer diversity and foreigness was only matched by the beans, both having been brought for those priestess who only ever wanted to put one sort of meat in their mouths. They needed their protein somehow, and only a few people had managed to have their nutsacks provide enough protein to bother having it be in the lips between the priesteess shoulders rather then those between their thighs.
"Get going before the bears come!" A man snapped at the workers around him, mostly men of differing ages, the younger on all fours. Those who had reached the fertile age were given the responsibility of getting berries without uprooting them, squishing them, or generally causing any damage. They needed to make good impressions if they were to have their offerings accepted and to become men. Not women, of course. They didn't tend to enter the area. Far too great a chance of centuars, satyrs, or any number of spirits or creatures taking them away. They were a bit too howdy for most humans to handle, so they were most appreciative about how they tended to congregate in the area around the temple rather than raid their farmlands.
Not that they wouldn't stay at their farms even if they took to raiding and stealing their women. It was always lush, there were rivers that seemed to irrigate the farms on their own, and seldom flooded. Their pastures were lush with grass and flowers, making their livestock fat for butchering or milking, with the sheering and leatherwork only taking a back seek due to their prosperity in ever other field. Besides, people came from far off with their goods to make their lives easier, trying to win for themselves even a shred of their goodluck. Songbirds, flowers, ivory, trinkets, spices... Nothing was too good, just so long as they had the change to give them the chance to plant something within three days at their top speed. Women probably were against it, but you simply got the strongest children after dipping your wick into one of the entrances where hundreds of men had gone before. If they actually managed to get one of the priestesses pregnant... There was no telling the rewards. And that was why the paths through the forest where filled with men young and old, bearing whatever prizes they had collected over the years for the chance to bring their villages plenty, even at the cost of them never being satisfied with another woman again.
"Get going before the bears come!" A man snapped at the workers around him, mostly men of differing ages, the younger on all fours. Those who had reached the fertile age were given the responsibility of getting berries without uprooting them, squishing them, or generally causing any damage. They needed to make good impressions if they were to have their offerings accepted and to become men. Not women, of course. They didn't tend to enter the area. Far too great a chance of centuars, satyrs, or any number of spirits or creatures taking them away. They were a bit too howdy for most humans to handle, so they were most appreciative about how they tended to congregate in the area around the temple rather than raid their farmlands.
Not that they wouldn't stay at their farms even if they took to raiding and stealing their women. It was always lush, there were rivers that seemed to irrigate the farms on their own, and seldom flooded. Their pastures were lush with grass and flowers, making their livestock fat for butchering or milking, with the sheering and leatherwork only taking a back seek due to their prosperity in ever other field. Besides, people came from far off with their goods to make their lives easier, trying to win for themselves even a shred of their goodluck. Songbirds, flowers, ivory, trinkets, spices... Nothing was too good, just so long as they had the change to give them the chance to plant something within three days at their top speed. Women probably were against it, but you simply got the strongest children after dipping your wick into one of the entrances where hundreds of men had gone before. If they actually managed to get one of the priestesses pregnant... There was no telling the rewards. And that was why the paths through the forest where filled with men young and old, bearing whatever prizes they had collected over the years for the chance to bring their villages plenty, even at the cost of them never being satisfied with another woman again.