Thread: Primal Sacrifice (Monstrous_passions x ProtagonistRP)

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...