Primal Sacrifice (Monstrous_passions x ProtagonistRP)

[ProtagonistRP]

Protection, it was a valued commodity for the small town of Birkham. There were horrors in this world beyond comprehension. Beasts, demons, and creatures that wanted nothing more than to prey on a quiet little village like this. If it hadn't been for the pack of anthro wolves that lived within the forest the village would have been destroyed long ago. One hundred and thirty years; that's how long the pact between the humans and the wolves had been going on. The deal was a simple one. The wolves would protect the humans. They'd be kept safe from the predators, and in exchange, the humans would provide females...mates.

The village created the Howling Festival. It took place every 10 years, and it was where the pack would send 5 worthy males to the village. They would enjoy a meal, music, dancing, games, and then all the unmarried, eligible females would be presented in a ceremony. The males would choose 5 females to take as their mates and return to their pack. This festival kept the bloodline of the pack going, and ensures the survival of the humans. It was a symbiotic relationship, and the villagers considered being chosen by the wolves to be an honor. Most girls hoped to be picked by a mate.

It had been a quiet 10 years since the last festival, and the villagers had not heard much from their wolf protectors. But the village was abuzz for the upcoming festival. Preparations were being made for their guests. Rumor was this year was going to be special. More special than years prior even. This year the alpha wolf, the pack leader, would be participating. That was the rumor at least. His mate had passed away a few years back, and he'd finally decided to choose a new mate.

When the night of the ceremony arrived you could feel the excitement within the town. Lanterns had been lit everywhere. Streamers hung from every like and house. The village hummed with music and merriment. And then they arrived. The five wolves, one standing visibly taller and larger than the others. He had thick, silver fur that glistened in the glow of the lanterns. His eyes sparkled a cold, icy blue. He must have been nearly 7' tall, and much broader built than the others.

The five of them entered the town and were quickly greeted by the town leader as well as the welcoming committee. They led the wolves to the center of the village where 8 large bucks were being prepared for the feast. The wolves waited for their leader, Baldur, to sit before they sat next to him, clearly out of respect. The whispers seemed to him with excitement at the sight of the alpha, people speculating who he would choose.

 

[Monstrous_Passions]

Scarlett was only nine years old during the last Howling Festival. She recalled how strange it was the village invited monsters to partake in the fruit of their labors. The women who prepared themselves to potentially be brides for these creatures wore white dresses while adorning their hair with wildflowers. They all seemed rather excited at the prospect of these beast men choosing them. After all, everyone who grew up in the village was taught at an early age the importance of keeping their protectors happy, and thats what these girls were expected to do.

She didn't see the honor in it, but rather cowardly men who rather protect their own sold their women out to these beasts as an easy cope out. It was extortion.

A loud crack of steel on wood thundered out as she brought her axe down upon the chopping block, splitting a log in twain. Her bare arms revealed the muscle tone gained from years of being an apprentice woodcutter under her father. Her thick thighs and arse were a result of heavy lifting on a daily basis, leaving her pleasantly firm and curvy in all the right places. Although her father was not blessed with a son, Scarlett filled the void as best she could. Weaving baskets was never her forte, nor was playing with cornhusk dolls. Wiping the beading sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, pushing back the blonde tresses stuck to her face she heard the sounds of the festival grow louder.

The Howling had already begun. Being an eligible maiden meant she must present herself before the wolves present. She untied the knot of her blouse which fell back over her exposed mid-drift. The canine men would have to simply make due with her in this state. She contemplated making an escape when one of the towns elder's spotted her.

"Miss Scarlett! Our guests are about to choose. You must present yourself immediately or we risk their wrath!" The older gentleman's overgrown white mustache quivered with anxiety as he began pushing the young girl towards the sounds of the festival.
" You aren't even dressed properly! It's too late now you simply must be there. Their alpha is here and I cannot begin to tell you how important this is for me-I mean our village!"

Her dark brows furrowed into a type of bitch face, frustrated she had been caught before she worked the nerve to flee.
In the center of the town the five wolves sat patiently as the girls were lined up before them. Elder Malacai drug the beautiful woodcutters daughter at the end of the lineup. Being the only potential bride not in a flowing white dress she stuck out like a sore thumb. Before abandoning her to her fate, Elder Malacai hastily unbuttoned the top of Scarlett's blouse revealing a measure of her cleavage. She scowled at him for sabotaging her. The coward had literally presented her as meat for the wolves..

Scarlett's green eyes scanned the crowd of townsfolk unable to locate her father. It dawned on her that perhaps he did not want to witness a wolf carrying off his daughter for its physical pleasure. Her mind was reeling as everything seemed so surreal at that moment. Time slowed way down as adrenaline pumped through her body. She met the gaze of the Anthro Wolves before her. Her defiance was hardly hidden as her stare turned to a glare.

The music died down as it began time for the "guests" to choose...

 

[ProtagonistRP]

Baldur could see as the leaders of the village were scrambling around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to organize the girls for the ceremony. The humans, they seemed so weak and so small. Baldur had very little respect for human males. They were not protectors or leaders. They had no sense of honor or duty. The minimal interactions he'd had with the human males left him almost disgusted with them. But the deal he had with them was made out of need, not respect. If he had his way he would gladly allow all human males to be left to fend for themselves, but he could not. Unfortunately, his kind were unable to reproduce without human females. Anthro wolves had no females of the species, and the only way to mate was with human females. And without human males, human females would not exist. So without the humans, their kind would go extinct. It was true symbiosis. That didn't mean that Baldur liked it though.

Baldur's icy blue eyes watched as the girls gathered for the wolves. Many of them so happy to be able to participate in this special ceremony. Most of the girls so prim and proper, putting themselves on display, trying to draw the attention of a potential canine mate. But like the males they were all so weak, and so skinny. They looked like little porcelain dolls. Baldur felt like he would break them. Baldur was a warrior and a leader, he didn't want a little doll to play with. He needed a strong mate to bear him strong children. He could see the other wolves eager to choose, but Baldur felt disappointed by what he was seeing.

It was then that Baldur watched one of the elders pull another young lady over toward the ceremony. She was...different, and it intrigued Baldur. Tilting his head he watched the girl who was clearly not trying to impress anyone with a fancy dress, or done up hair. He watched as the elder tried his best to make her look appealing, and he found it amusing.

Slowly Baldur stood and began approaching the lineup of girls. The beast towered over the beautiful young women as his strikingly beautiful blue eyes gazed down at them, inspecting them. Each girl he would stand in front of and watch their reactions to him. He could sense their excitement, abut also their fear. He was far more intimidating than the other males. He seemed to be larger and more menacing than the rest of them. He was also far older, one of the oldest known anthro wolves.

He made his way slowly down the line, his large padded feet leaving marks in the dirt ground with a thud each time he moved. A bit of dirt would kick up each time he moved. He snarled and growled in disapproval with each girl he passed, finding none impressive. They were waifs, not warriors. They were not protectors, nor were they mothers of warriors.

The village was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. The village elders were all holding their breath in anticipation. The last thing they wanted was to upset the pack alpha. They knew that if he was upset they could potentially risk everything. Their safety and security would be in question. They could be open to the other unsavory beasts that looked to do them harm. So they all waited with baited breath.

Finally, Baldur reached Scarlett. Baldur stopped in front of her, standing easily 2 feet taller than her as he looked down at her. His cold, powerful gaze catching her eyes. She was different than the others. Just looking at her there was a strength to her that he could sense. She didn't appear frail or weak like the others, and she did not smell of berries and flowers. Her frame was not thin, and she did not look like a doll. Reaching his large hand out, Baldur gripped the girl's blouse and straightened it a bit, trying to cover her cleavage slightly from when the elder had opened her shirt. And then he spoke, his voice low and deep, sounding almost like a growl.

"Are you not honored to be part of this ceremony?" He asked her as he stood before her. It was the first time Baldur had spoken since his arrival, and the first time he'd shown any interest in a female. As he stood in front of her Baldur's body began to react. As with all wolves, once a potential mate is found his body began to produce a pheromone musk. It was a primal, instinctual way to signal a potential mate of his interest. Her body would hopefully respond with it's own pheromones approvingly.

 

[Monstrous_Passions]

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Scarlett brought her hand down to swat the huge Wolf's claw like hand away from her blouse. The cowardly villagers who stood idly by and watched were frozen with horror. Pink lips pursed together with blew loose strands of summer wheat hair that had failed to remain in her hastily tied ponytail. She did so in the most pissed off looking way possible. The way she stared up at the largest wolf it would seem she believed they were in the same weight class.

" Honored? Do I look honored to you? Let me ask you something beast...If our positions were swapped, would you not feel only ire?"

Something strange happened then. Though the human's nose is dull compared to that of the Anthro's, the male before her had a spicy earthy musk that finally made itself known. The scent was warm through her nasal cavity as it spread around her mind and throughout her body causing her pulse to quicken. A chain reaction inside caused her body to betray her as heat welled up between her thighs. Despite the fact they appeared more animal than man, the anthro's did possess familiar attractive qualities. Underneath their fur it was hard to miss the strong physique. Scarlett cursing her body's betrayal tore her eyes from the him with her brow darkening.

" If you truly have power over us, I implore you to slay our Elder Malacai, the one responsible for parading me as if I were meat. Kill him, and I will not resist you.."

It was the only leverage she had at this moment. If that sick little man were to pay for his cowardice then Scarlett would feel better knowing her honor was intact as the only life she had ever known was stripped from her to an uncertain future with a species alien to her own. The crowd began to murmur at this unprecedented turn of events. Never had anything like this happened. Most began to openly worry the fair headed maiden would not live past the ceremony at this rate...either the alpha killed her for her insolence, ignored her plea and subjugated her to a life of a concubine , or she wasn't chosen but now openly was an enemy of the Elder. All was silent , including the other wolves as they awaited the Alpha's response..

 

[ProtagonistRP]

Baldur was amused by the response he got from the girl. Most of these females would never think to swat a hand away, or speak to a member of his pack like that, let alone the Alpha. Even as she did the others growled in anger, showing their disapproval of the way she was reacting to his attention. But Baldur did not react in that manner. He saw something strong within the girl, and he liked that.

"If our position were swapped my ire would not be directed toward the ones who were protecting me, but at the ones that failed to do so themselves. I do what I must to ensure the survival of my species because we have no other choice. The ones who put you here do so because it's easier for them to make this pact rather than defend themselves."

His words spoke true and honest with her. He did not hold back as he looked down at her. Baldur knew that the elders of the town could hear him, along with the rest of the town, but it didn't matter. They would do nothing to upset him.

As the young woman's body began to betray her, Baldur started to detect the scent of her own pheromones. Her body had been responding to his own. Her dormant instincts activating as she breathed in his musk. Their bodies were communicating, acknowledging one another as potential mates, despite the animosity that she was showing toward him.

Baldur listened as she presented her request to him. The anger inside of her overflowed into a hatred for her own people. Baldur could feel it as he looked into her eyes. Turning to the other wolves Baldur growled loudly and they quickly rose and made their way toward Malacai. The old man quivered and shook as he moved back away from the beasts. "Please, do not do this. I beg of you! This is not right! I've done nothing wrong!" He cried out.

The wolves grabbed him and brought him over toward Scarlett and Baldur, dropping him at the girl's feet. Baldur reached down and gripped the old man by the hair and lifted him up to his knees, pulling his head back to look up at Scarlett. The man could no longer speak, instead he choked on tears and whimpers, unable to get the words out.

"You think it is so easy to take a life? What we do for your village, we do not because we want to, but to ensure the survival of our race." He growled out as he released the man's hair, and began walking around Scarlett, circling the girl as the man cowered at her feet, reaching out for her.

"Taking a life requires strength. You have to push away all remorse, all love for life itself. Especially when you kill not for your own survival, but for someone else's." He said as he continued to circle her, soon reaching out and picking up a large rock.

Moving back in front of her he continued. "You ask me to take his life in exchange for you, just as they ask us to take life in exchange for you. How does this make you better than this man?" He said as asked as he looked down into her eyes and reached out for her hand. Taking her hand in his he placed the large rock into it. He then began moving around her once more, stopping behind her and leaning in to whisper into her ear.

"You pass judgement on this man, and yet you lack the strength to do the deed yourself. Show that you are stronger than them. Prove you are not like these others. I can feel the strength inside of you. Do what needs to be done." He whispered to her, urging her to kill the elder just as she'd requested of him. Wanting to help her to break free of the shackles of her humanity, and embrace the primal nature inside of her.

 

[Monstrous_Passions]

Scarlett's green eyes wickedly bore down upon the sniveling old coward. The townsfolk no longer could remain quiet as fear overtook their emotions. Everything began to unravel and she relished that moment. " Elder Malacai. Ever since I was a young girl you threatened to give me to the wolves if I did not comply with your demands. You took advantage of my drunk of a father by exploiting me for your own selfish deeds. And now you all be ensured me to be taken away forever by these monsters who God knows will do what with me. "

Her fingers straightened out and wrist fell limp, letting the heavy rock fall to the ground with a thud as she approached the pathetic old man.
" You have sealed my fate to hide your shame. I will see to it I seal yours as well. I hope you ALL go to HELL" She roared at the crowd now gathered around. The only reason they did nothing to stop her was the alpha and his cohort between them.

She crossed the gap between them in an instant, grabbing a hold of his disgustingly cold wrinkly neck with both hands. Her grip was deceptively strong, years of swinging her fathers axe and running his business had made her strong. It was a well known fact Scarlett was capable of beating up the boys her age. Now she took that reputation to a whole new level. Her soft appearance at that moment melted as she squeezed the Elders neck cutting off all air and blood supply to his brain. The strength of her forearms was impressive for such a beautiful creature. Rage was the mask she wore then as she kept eye contact with the Elder, watching his internal flame be extinguished. His attempts to fight her off were halted by the wolf behind him holding his arms. Blood vessels in his eyes popped and threatened to leave his sockets..Scarlett only choked him harder, throttling his head with wild abandon even as they began to roll back into his skull.

She didn't realize she was screaming until the old man was long dead. His pale neck purple and bruised became limp in her grasp and only then did she release him, his body slumping to the floor like a marionette's who's strings had been cut. Her chest heaved with effort and emotion as she sought to calm herself. Trembling hands balled into fists while she stared at her handiwork. Then she turned to the Alpha with a most liberated feral look on her face. " That wasn't so hard." She wet her pink full lips as she approached him with a not so subtle sway of her hips. She stood inches from him, tilting her chin upwards to meet his gaze. " What happens now?" The primal fight or flight response still pulsed through her adrenal glands, her swollen chest rising and falling with her rapid heartbeat.

 

[ProtagonistRP]

As Baldur watched the girl he could see the rage in her eyes. He could feel it building up inside of her. It felt like a fire that was about to engulf her. He heard her words and they felt like acid burning the man's face with her anger. But when she released the rock and he watched it tumble to the ground, for a moment he thought that perhaps he was wrong about her. Perhaps she wasn't as strong as he'd hoped. And his heart sunk. His chances to find a new mate were possibly over.

Then it happened. Her hands wrapped around the man's throat and Baldur's eyes went wide as he watched her start to squeeze the life from the man. Baldur watched excitedly as she holed the old man with gusto. He saw the pleasure in her eyes as she felt his life slipping away in her hands. It was as if Baldur had awakened something inside of her. A primal force she didn't know existed in her.

The village watched and immediately grew angry and restless. The cries and calls of anger filled the square. But Baldur turned to them and let out a loud, threatening growl, protecting the girl as she slowly drained the life from the elder. The other wolves followed suit, protecting their leader's new mate.

As the elder's body fell limp and lifeless to the ground, Baldur turned his attention back to the girl. He watched as she slowly made her way toward him, her hips swaying hungrily as she approached. Baldur could hear her chest pounding and her blood rushing. His own heart seemed to pound to meet her own. Their bodies in sync as she looked up at him. He could see that primal gaze in her eyes. She was free. Free from this village. Free from her old life. And free from her humanity.

Baldur stepped closer and quickly reached down. He gripped her ample backside with his large, claw-like hands and lifted her up, her chest pressing to his furry frame. He gripped her and held her against his body tight as he looked into her eyes. His instincts screaming one thing inside of him. And he only had one answer for her. His voice deep and growly as he spoke. "We mate."

 

[Monstrous_Passions]

Her breath escaped her when the Alpha's claws grabbed her generously portioned behind, lifting her up into his massive chest. A rush of emotions flooded through Scarlett's body just then. It was almost too much to take in at once and only added to the wild look on her face at that moment. Her strong arms wrapped around the Anthro's thick neck just behind his triangle ears. From this proximity all she saw was a giant canine's face. The fact he chose to entertain her desire of vengeance on the spot left her with much satisfaction.

A deal was a deal. Scarlett didn't actually expect the Alpha to agree to it at the time, but he had and here they were. She laced her fingers together behind his head while jade green eyes stared into his ice water colored orbs. Those full pink lips of hers firmly kissed his muzzle as she hugged into him. " Fine. The sooner we get out of here the better." She just had to play along long enough until she could escape from the wolves and make a break for it. With any luck an opportunity would present itself before the old wolf claimed his part of the deal.

She rested her cheek against the side of his face and leaned into his embrace to sell the idea she surrendered to him, wrapping her legs around him. The huge paws of the beast undeniably felt good on her body. She had never been touched in this way before except by the now deceased elder who lay broken upon the dirty cold earth. The villagers began to grow unruly seeing their leader snuffed and discarded without a thought, yet no one was brave enough to go through the wolves to get to Scarlett. Gripping his fur with her hands she shot a smug look of victory at the other council members. " Sorry I won't be casting my vote for the next Elder! I'm sure you all understand how important it is I whore myself out to this monster so you can sleep safely in your beds! Cowards!"

She imagined returning once she escaped only to set fire to the whole god damn place. The buff blonde haired nymph kissed her wolf's ear as she whispered huskily . " Take me".

 

[ProtagonistRP]

Baldur did not sense Scarlett's deception when she wrapped her arms and legs around him and told him to take her. No, in fact he felt as if their interaction had seemed to form a bond between them. Like they understood one another. At least Baldur thought that he understood her. He had no idea that she was simply trying to bide her time so she could escape him. For him it was important to form a connection with his mate. For wolves, a mate was not simply someone to breed with. They were a companion. A life partner. Someone that you bond with, and he had hoped for that with Scarlett.

But as she kissed his muzzle, and hugged herself into the soft fur of his chest and stomach, he gripped her tighter, holding her possessively and protectively. Her whisper to him to take her drew a low, rumbling growl from his chest. Part of Baldur couldn't wait to get her back to his pack's lair. No, he wanted her here and now. He didn't care who saw. The village could watch as he mated her, it did not matter.

Another growl left Baldur as he felt his primal instincts start to grow stronger. He could feel his loins burning with need and desire, and his sheath swell. The red tip of his canine manhood began peeking through his furry sheathe as his cock began to grow with anticipation. Baldur leaned his muzzle down and gently licked and nipped at her neck, running his sharp teeth across her soft skin as he nipped at her friskily. His large tail began swaying as his excitement continued to grow, and began to show as it rubbed up against her. His thick, potent musk growing stronger in the air around them.

Baldur held on to her, holding her close as he began making his way through the crowd of people. They all quickly parted like Moses parting the sea, not wanting to get close to the beast or the girl who murdered their elder. Rumblings of them angrily talking about her could be heard. Clearly the girl they all grew up around was dead.

The beast lumbered heavily, each footstep making an audible thud as he moved. He was soon exiting the village and making his way toward the trees. "They'll never accept you back for what you did. You realize that?" He said to her as he walked with her. "It's unforgivable. Your life with them is dead." He continued as he held her close.