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On the pyre, show no fear. Demonstrate your faith ... and join your god.
She closed her eyes and, in a quiet voice, breathed an infant's prayer. I remained motionless: tail stilled, ears erect, eyes staring right into hers. She did not respond. Around about, soldiers laughed and began to hurl crude jibes. A simple motion of my right hand stilled them. Discipline.
Her bared breasts heaved. Though their firmness and allure proved her tender years—yet a child, if the truth would out—none present allowed that fact alone to dissuade them from the course of action that lay ahead. The bosoms heaved and dropped repeatedly; pathetically. It was not from arousal, the hot moment before a rut. Her breath quickened as the last of her self-control seeped away, matting her pelt with the reek of her fear as surely as her tears streaked dark tracks upon the sides of her muzzle. She knew it was ended. Never would she experience all her youth had promised.
Never the warmth of a willing mate ... never a loving family ... never kits of her own. Never in this world, nor in the next.
The Captain approached me nervously. My own litter-mate, he and I were physically similar, only I was the Commander—the Alpha—not he. In his paw he held a flaming torch he waved about as he looked her over. I could smell the rank stink of his arousal. He never failed to disgust me. He began to talk, yet I knew his question even before it formed on his fetid tongue.
"No," I growled, remaining motionless. "She has lived as she is. So shall she die, without the knowledge of your loins—nor those of your men."
The force of my voice made him tremble, albeit imperceptibly. I sensed it.
Then, for the first time since capture, she lifted her head to look directly at me. Her gaze captured me within a soft stillness. I felt a delicate peace descend upon us both. In this universe there was only she and I. Unwilling to break the bond, my sense of time passing slowed. Her face was radiant, her eyes clear. She smiled upon me, then nodded slowly.
"Light the pyre, Captain," I whispered.
And he did.
oOoShe closed her eyes and, in a quiet voice, breathed an infant's prayer. I remained motionless: tail stilled, ears erect, eyes staring right into hers. She did not respond. Around about, soldiers laughed and began to hurl crude jibes. A simple motion of my right hand stilled them. Discipline.
Her bared breasts heaved. Though their firmness and allure proved her tender years—yet a child, if the truth would out—none present allowed that fact alone to dissuade them from the course of action that lay ahead. The bosoms heaved and dropped repeatedly; pathetically. It was not from arousal, the hot moment before a rut. Her breath quickened as the last of her self-control seeped away, matting her pelt with the reek of her fear as surely as her tears streaked dark tracks upon the sides of her muzzle. She knew it was ended. Never would she experience all her youth had promised.
Never the warmth of a willing mate ... never a loving family ... never kits of her own. Never in this world, nor in the next.
The Captain approached me nervously. My own litter-mate, he and I were physically similar, only I was the Commander—the Alpha—not he. In his paw he held a flaming torch he waved about as he looked her over. I could smell the rank stink of his arousal. He never failed to disgust me. He began to talk, yet I knew his question even before it formed on his fetid tongue.
"No," I growled, remaining motionless. "She has lived as she is. So shall she die, without the knowledge of your loins—nor those of your men."
The force of my voice made him tremble, albeit imperceptibly. I sensed it.
Then, for the first time since capture, she lifted her head to look directly at me. Her gaze captured me within a soft stillness. I felt a delicate peace descend upon us both. In this universe there was only she and I. Unwilling to break the bond, my sense of time passing slowed. Her face was radiant, her eyes clear. She smiled upon me, then nodded slowly.
"Light the pyre, Captain," I whispered.
And he did.
oOo
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...holy shit...
You never stop astounding me. You just...don't. Your style is ... bloody brilliant. It's alive, it's touching and I so rarely can be arsed to read whole pieces (granted, this one wasn't long), but the way you write, it just sucks me right in immediately.
I love it. Really do.
Just a tiny little error.
"He never failed to disgust me. HIs muzzle opened and I knew his question even before it formed in his own mind."
CAPITAL LETTER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WORD! RUN FOR THE HILLS!
Seriously, though...amazing work.
You never stop astounding me. You just...don't. Your style is ... bloody brilliant. It's alive, it's touching and I so rarely can be arsed to read whole pieces (granted, this one wasn't long), but the way you write, it just sucks me right in immediately.
I love it. Really do.
Just a tiny little error.
"He never failed to disgust me. HIs muzzle opened and I knew his question even before it formed in his own mind."
CAPITAL LETTER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WORD! RUN FOR THE HILLS!
Seriously, though...amazing work.
It's a pity what happened there that day. To see it recaptured in both furry and 356 words adds more to the story.
I'd have to say the greatest things about this, is that the reader decides what came before. I'd like to say that what you have written is a small piece of a looking glass, into which each viewer, at a different angle, sees a different reflection of the whole story.
I'd have to say the greatest things about this, is that the reader decides what came before. I'd like to say that what you have written is a small piece of a looking glass, into which each viewer, at a different angle, sees a different reflection of the whole story.
*claps* You sir, are brilliant.
As I read, I listened Janne Da Arc's Kyuseishu - Meshia / Savior - Messiah
It fits wonderfully to this.
http://www.papersnow.net/kiku/messiah_t.html
As I read, I listened Janne Da Arc's Kyuseishu - Meshia / Savior - Messiah
It fits wonderfully to this.
http://www.papersnow.net/kiku/messiah_t.html
I would dearly, deeply love to praise this. It is powerful and meaningful. It's honed to a razor's edge and does its work swiftly and cleanly.
But, you see, you have hit upon one of my greatest horrors. Immolation of a living thing in order to kill it, especially a person, most especially a child is something I simply must turn away from. I cannot bear it.
I'm sorry.
But, you see, you have hit upon one of my greatest horrors. Immolation of a living thing in order to kill it, especially a person, most especially a child is something I simply must turn away from. I cannot bear it.
I'm sorry.
Brilliantly done. Having this scene set in an anthro world makes me wonder if this is simply meant to be a furry version of the classic story, or if the title is making a comparison instead -- a different situation, in whatever setting this is, that echoes the story of Joan of Arc. At any rate, this is a finely-cut gem.
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