Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20191104165051/@comment-36359477-20191109213503

This was bad, I could barely walk with my twisted ankle, The only things I had on me were my Hunting bow, a Quiver full of broadhead arrows, a hunting knife, some flint for campfires and water canteen with at most a days water if I were to ration it. With prey proving scarce to non-existent, no safe water sources between here and the village I had no choice but to try to make my way to the Ocelomah encampment.

I had encountered Mamono before while hunting that were either already married or were of the more docile species, they gave no reason to think that they meant me any harm so I began to view what the Order preached about them with a great deal of scepticism. Then there were the Ocelomeh, I remember seeing them when I was little which was when they last raided the village for single men, I remember how scared I was of them even though they seemingly left me alone.

After removing my shoe and pulling up my trouser leg to make room for any swelling I begin limping my way to the encampment using fallen branch I happened upon as a makeshift crutch, the forest around growing more and more darker as night falls. It wasn’t long before I felt like I was being watched, a snap of twigs and rustling in the nearby brush caused me to throw aside my crude crutch and notch an arrow on my bow ready to draw.

“S-someone t-there?” I call out, for a moment I could of sworn I saw the reflective light of cats eyes glowing dark before they disappeared.

“Hmmm, What have we here? Injured prey?... easy prey.” A female voice cooed from the darkness, growing more sinister in tone at the last part. With shaking hands I draw my bowstring, aiming in the direction of the voice before my nerves caused me to let my arrow fly.

From the darkness I could hear whoever was stalking me dodge the shot with inhuman agility then felt something slice through the arm of my bow rendering it useless before I was tackled to the ground.

I try to struggle when I see the Ocelomeh predatory grin leering down at me.

“Now, now prey, We wouldn’t you to be hurt further now would we?” she says as she pins me down further with one of her paw gently squeezing my twisted ankle to emphasize her point causing me to wince in pain which ceases my struggles, with that she hoists me up onto her shoulders before carrying me back to her village.

As she enters the village many of the Ocelomeh offer praise as though she a triumphant hunter returning with a fresh kill, which in a way I suppose that was true. She passes through the village until we come to some sort of shrine with a large altar of carved stone, I’m place on the altar with my arms shackled down before the Ocelomeh rips off my clothes.

“Oh mighty Tezatiipca, I present you this sacrifice, That you might grant me your blessing.” The Ocelomeh say in prayer as she stands over me on the altar.

“You have my blessing! Now take your prey, waste not scrap of meat nor drop of blood!” a voice booms from beyond the altar. I can’t help but begin to struggle anew out of fear as the Ocelomeh strips off her tribal garments before descending on me. She copulates with me ferociously for what seemed like ages before my consciousness fades from exhaustion.

I wake on a large bed of fur in what looks like a thatch hut, my ankle bandaged up with some pillows under it to keep it elevated.

The Ocelomeh walks in with a plate of food “Oh hey, your awake, how are you feeling?” she asks in a sweet voice as she set the plate down, a stark contrast to how she was when we first met.

“I-I’m okay, I g-guess.” I say with a mix of fear and confusion.

As if sensing my confusion the Ocelomeh chuckles “You must be wondering why I so different from when we were at the altar, right?” I nod my head.

“Well, It all boils down to Ocelomeh tradition, We Ocelomeh only act like this in front of the one we choose as our husband.” She explains “Wait!... What?!” I ask in surprise.

“That ceremony we performed at the altar? That was an Ocelomeh wedding ceremony.” She adds.

“So, you an I are now...” I said as I’m processing all this.

“Yep, so? What’s the name of my new Husband?” She asks with coy smile.

“Corvus” I say.

“I’m Natalia” she replies.

After a few weeks my ankle has healed under Natalia’s care, when in the presence of others in the village she seems harsh and overbearing, often referring to me as food or prey but when we’re alone together she is sweet, tender and caring. She even had a new hunting bow fletched for me and we often go hunting together in the wilderness surrounding the Ocelomeh village. Thus I’m now able to enjoy the pastime I love more often, now alongside the women I love.