I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood Carnivore animal, I am a cannibal I eat boys up, You better run (( Skyrim OC; Mod is 18+, May be NSFW ))
How had it come to this?Ā Karda asked herself, for the hundredth, and possibly last, time. So many eyes were on her, glinting in firelight, the same light that danced off the red liquid poured in a plain wooden mug. Blood. Blood from the arm of her friend Saoirse, her friend who now looked back at her with the eyes of a twisted hound-like creature.
When Saoirse had appeared in her hour of need, not even an hour after Kardaās husband was dead and buried, she hadnāt known it would come to this. When Saoirse had said she knew somewhere safe, she hadnāt expected to be put through another choice, another damning choice that would affect not only the rest of her life, but her childrenās as well.
She looked down again at their frightened faces, small hands clutched to her skirts. They were awake for this. The crowd around them, the women, had insisted. Hircineās blessing may come suddenly or without warning to others, but when the choice was presented, it would be made willingly.Ā
Karda had no illusions of surviving this encounter should they not drink, however.
āYouāre letting it go cold.ā Their leader, the woman named Coffi, spoke up. There was a titter that rippled through the crowd.Ā āYou canāt go back, Karda.ā
The Nord woman looked at Saoirse. Could she ever see that face, that muzzle with those teeth, as anything less than terrifying?
Yes. Of course she could. She was a Nord. That man who had called himself her husband had done something to her spine, but sheād gotten it back the moment her knife hit his heart. She couldĀ do this.
But...
āThe children?ā She asked, again.
āI know, I know. You got a good head, lookinā out for your whelps. But, thing is,ā Coffi smiled, not unkindly, at the two little ones,Ā ātheyāre gonna have an easier time than you, when they get to grow up with it. I was turned when I was about his age.ā She nodded to the five year old boy. His sister, only two years above him, tried to press him behind her.Ā āAnd sheās got a good sense of things. Nah, Karda, one who is gonna have the hardest time here, thatās you.ā
Then that was fine. Saoirse had promised to look out for her. She trusted her friend, at least in this. She would understand the rest in time.
With a sudden breath out, Karda kneeled, faced her children.Ā āWeāll do this together, alright? Donāt swallow until Iāve drank mine.ā She held the two close in a hug. Let this not be the last time I see them. Then she tipped the cup to their lips.
[A growl. Much as heād love to try it, heās going to get ripped to shreds if he tries taking on this pack in his current condition, and without backup.]
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