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and drawn initially by the wonderful 
NSFW original is here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12943298/
This picture shows a proud huntress who decided her newest catch, a human that fell from the sky, is, not just some meat.
And as in her ancestral home under the polar mountain ranges, under the rule of the Church of the Mother, the clergy would sooner or later have stolen her catch from her, she decided to follow the example of the goddess who was known to roam the world at her leisure to learn and discover, to feed both her body as well as her mind.
As a caption you may think of:
"You said 'kiss my ass' to the priestess before you used the chair on her head.. As I understand your language, that means... do something to you. So, So, what is this 'kiss' and what is 'ass' ?"
"Ah.. Well, a kiss can be applied in many places. and maybe I should first show you just what a kiss is before going into details..."
And so , looking at each other he slowly moved his face closer to her muzzle, thinking himself half suicidal to get so close to a creature that did not consider him food only because she picked him out of his wrecked aircraft, something which none of the others of her kind were willing or able to believe.
She held still, eyeing him curiously come closer, and when his lips touched her muzzle like a warm wind in spring, the laborious study of the human art of kissing began.
She was a good pupil, and he a good teacher.
and drawn initially by the wonderful 
NSFW original is here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12943298/
This picture shows a proud huntress who decided her newest catch, a human that fell from the sky, is, not just some meat.
And as in her ancestral home under the polar mountain ranges, under the rule of the Church of the Mother, the clergy would sooner or later have stolen her catch from her, she decided to follow the example of the goddess who was known to roam the world at her leisure to learn and discover, to feed both her body as well as her mind.
As a caption you may think of:
"You said 'kiss my ass' to the priestess before you used the chair on her head.. As I understand your language, that means... do something to you. So, So, what is this 'kiss' and what is 'ass' ?"
"Ah.. Well, a kiss can be applied in many places. and maybe I should first show you just what a kiss is before going into details..."
And so , looking at each other he slowly moved his face closer to her muzzle, thinking himself half suicidal to get so close to a creature that did not consider him food only because she picked him out of his wrecked aircraft, something which none of the others of her kind were willing or able to believe.
She held still, eyeing him curiously come closer, and when his lips touched her muzzle like a warm wind in spring, the laborious study of the human art of kissing began.
She was a good pupil, and he a good teacher.
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You bet she will!
She met males of her own species only as screaming, frothing berserks, and despite that always felt heavy hearted having to kill them.
This male however is civil, intelligent, yes, even fun.
Just think of it - he can change colors!
Blue if left without protective coating in the cold, and red when touching him whilst he's nude!
A remarkable trait!
And he solved a problem she often thought about and never found a solution to: To use ones claws or fangs against a priestess means death.
This remarkable small male used a chair and whacked it over the priestess head, stunning her.
As he did neither use his claws nor teeth, he did not assault the priestess in a manner the goddess could find despicable.
Even she herself tried it afterwards before they left again, to know how it works, and as the goddess didn't strike her down, obviously it must've met her approval.
He said that it's five days walk south to reach a country where there are wild animals to prey upon for food, animals she heard that the most successful huntresses manage to catch maybe once or twice in their lifetime.
She met males of her own species only as screaming, frothing berserks, and despite that always felt heavy hearted having to kill them.
This male however is civil, intelligent, yes, even fun.
Just think of it - he can change colors!
Blue if left without protective coating in the cold, and red when touching him whilst he's nude!
A remarkable trait!
And he solved a problem she often thought about and never found a solution to: To use ones claws or fangs against a priestess means death.
This remarkable small male used a chair and whacked it over the priestess head, stunning her.
As he did neither use his claws nor teeth, he did not assault the priestess in a manner the goddess could find despicable.
Even she herself tried it afterwards before they left again, to know how it works, and as the goddess didn't strike her down, obviously it must've met her approval.
He said that it's five days walk south to reach a country where there are wild animals to prey upon for food, animals she heard that the most successful huntresses manage to catch maybe once or twice in their lifetime.
edit:
not five days.
It's more like 2 weeks travel to reach an area comparable to the Finnmark in Norway.
Greenland is a nice comparision for the climate in the area.
Food is, aside of a few snowshoe rabbits that live on the lichen that grows on the rocks, mostly water-based, i.e. fish.
Then 5 weeks more to get where you have "just" 1/2 of the year winter, but also have something like spring, summer and autumn.
At that time you are about the height of Moscow or the southern area of Sweden, Scania, with a climate like the Finnmark.
Food there is somewhat more plentiful, as there are dense forests and in the summer caribou-analogs travel in large herds up there.
And then another 4 weeks until you get to where winter lasts only 1/3 of the year, at which time you are about the geographical height of southern Germany, where Midgard's climate is about like it is in mid-Sweden.
Here survival is becoming well possible, as humans settled already in antiquity in these regions without any specialist knowledge.
The first leafed trees make their appearance, and many animals stay during the winter.
Further south, another 4 weeks on foot, you reach the southern mediterranean geographically, with a climate as you have in Ireland , or the Netherlands, or maybe Germany and Poland.
A bit further south, where on earth the North-Sahara is located, the vast evergreen forests of the plains - the former seabed - greet the visitor. This is where the Reich resides.
not five days.
It's more like 2 weeks travel to reach an area comparable to the Finnmark in Norway.
Greenland is a nice comparision for the climate in the area.
Food is, aside of a few snowshoe rabbits that live on the lichen that grows on the rocks, mostly water-based, i.e. fish.
Then 5 weeks more to get where you have "just" 1/2 of the year winter, but also have something like spring, summer and autumn.
At that time you are about the height of Moscow or the southern area of Sweden, Scania, with a climate like the Finnmark.
Food there is somewhat more plentiful, as there are dense forests and in the summer caribou-analogs travel in large herds up there.
And then another 4 weeks until you get to where winter lasts only 1/3 of the year, at which time you are about the geographical height of southern Germany, where Midgard's climate is about like it is in mid-Sweden.
Here survival is becoming well possible, as humans settled already in antiquity in these regions without any specialist knowledge.
The first leafed trees make their appearance, and many animals stay during the winter.
Further south, another 4 weeks on foot, you reach the southern mediterranean geographically, with a climate as you have in Ireland , or the Netherlands, or maybe Germany and Poland.
A bit further south, where on earth the North-Sahara is located, the vast evergreen forests of the plains - the former seabed - greet the visitor. This is where the Reich resides.
You should have seen her looks when the human whacked the heavy chair over the high priestess head!
"Males do the impossible, and they do it with ease", is a old myth amongst the white tigers.
One of the ironclad rules is that you cannot strike a Priestess with your claws or bite her as you will burn to ashes.
Having quite impressive bodily weapons, it's all they instinctively use.
Most of the Priestessess wear a shockbelt which discharges a stunning impulse when somebody approaches swiftly within 20 centimeters - one handspan - of the Priestess.
A chair is not a person, and swinging the chair on two of its legs the human was more than a meter away when he whacked it over the high priestess head.
As the goddess did not strike him with lightning ( the shockbelt ignores objects as not to endanger its wearer when the wearer falls or fetches an objects ) and he did not violate the word of the law by not clawing or biting her, she thinks the human, or rather "my catch", to be a gift from the goddess to her personally for always having obeyed the goddess laws.
"Males do the impossible, and they do it with ease", is a old myth amongst the white tigers.
One of the ironclad rules is that you cannot strike a Priestess with your claws or bite her as you will burn to ashes.
Having quite impressive bodily weapons, it's all they instinctively use.
Most of the Priestessess wear a shockbelt which discharges a stunning impulse when somebody approaches swiftly within 20 centimeters - one handspan - of the Priestess.
A chair is not a person, and swinging the chair on two of its legs the human was more than a meter away when he whacked it over the high priestess head.
As the goddess did not strike him with lightning ( the shockbelt ignores objects as not to endanger its wearer when the wearer falls or fetches an objects ) and he did not violate the word of the law by not clawing or biting her, she thinks the human, or rather "my catch", to be a gift from the goddess to her personally for always having obeyed the goddess laws.
Hey, we don't have Habitats yet - too much straight couple straight away and an as oversexed society as I like to write about, and our poor planet will be overburdened.
And for Habitats, although for the mechanical and engineering aspect of them is well within our capabilities, the computing and fusion power aspects are not:
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6135636/
And for Habitats, although for the mechanical and engineering aspect of them is well within our capabilities, the computing and fusion power aspects are not:
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6135636/
Well, in the developed world the number of offspring per couple is closer to 2 kids per couple than at 3 kids per couple.
With our ressource base, and the standards of living we all would like to enjoy, and the kkind of industry and society we have at the moment, as much offspring as the doggygirls of Asgard have with their humans ( http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6135636/ ), we'd basically kill the planet in less than 60 years.
The white tigresses have to fight and basically, well, kill a male to have an organized and strictly controlled mating season, and for them since 10000 years that's been the norm, their population highly static.
Their myths speak of big families, of entire clans, and so when they find out that they can interbreed, she'll be happy to have twins - in the ice caverns of the Church's refugium one of twins is often killed as to maintain the letter-perfect reproduction ratio.
And with two tigergirls she'll be more than eager to gift him a boy, too. What a surprise it'll be for her when the boy clearly comes after the father, and is a twin, too - with a tigergirl.
With our ressource base, and the standards of living we all would like to enjoy, and the kkind of industry and society we have at the moment, as much offspring as the doggygirls of Asgard have with their humans ( http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6135636/ ), we'd basically kill the planet in less than 60 years.
The white tigresses have to fight and basically, well, kill a male to have an organized and strictly controlled mating season, and for them since 10000 years that's been the norm, their population highly static.
Their myths speak of big families, of entire clans, and so when they find out that they can interbreed, she'll be happy to have twins - in the ice caverns of the Church's refugium one of twins is often killed as to maintain the letter-perfect reproduction ratio.
And with two tigergirls she'll be more than eager to gift him a boy, too. What a surprise it'll be for her when the boy clearly comes after the father, and is a twin, too - with a tigergirl.
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