Thread: Primal Sacrifice (Monstrous_passions x ProtagonistRP)

Baldur could see as the leaders of the village were scrambling around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to organize the girls for the ceremony. The humans, they seemed so weak and so small. Baldur had very little respect for human males. They were not protectors or leaders. They had no sense of honor or duty. The minimal interactions he'd had with the human males left him almost disgusted with them. But the deal he had with them was made out of need, not respect. If he had his way he would gladly allow all human males to be left to fend for themselves, but he could not. Unfortunately, his kind were unable to reproduce without human females. Anthro wolves had no females of the species, and the only way to mate was with human females. And without human males, human females would not exist. So without the humans, their kind would go extinct. It was true symbiosis. That didn't mean that Baldur liked it though. Baldur's icy blue eyes watched as the girls gathered for the wolves. Many of them so happy to be able to participate in this special ceremony. Most of the girls so prim and proper, putting themselves on display, trying to draw the attention of a potential canine mate. But like the males they were all so weak, and so skinny. They looked like little porcelain dolls. Baldur felt like he would break them. Baldur was a warrior and a leader, he didn't want a little doll to play with. He needed a strong mate to bear him strong children. He could see the other wolves eager to choose, but Baldur felt disappointed by what he was seeing. It was then that Baldur watched one of the elders pull another young lady over toward the ceremony. She was...different, and it intrigued Baldur. Tilting his head he watched the girl who was clearly not trying to impress anyone with a fancy dress, or done up hair. He watched as the elder tried his best to make her look appealing, and he found it amusing. Slowly Baldur stood and began approaching the lineup of girls. The beast towered over the beautiful young women as his strikingly beautiful blue eyes gazed down at them, inspecting them. Each girl he would stand in front of and watch their reactions to him. He could sense their excitement, abut also their fear. He was far more intimidating than the other males. He seemed to be larger and more menacing than the rest of them. He was also far older, one of the oldest known anthro wolves. He made his way slowly down the line, his large padded feet leaving marks in the dirt ground with a thud each time he moved. A bit of dirt would kick up each time he moved. He snarled and growled in disapproval with each girl he passed, finding none impressive. They were waifs, not warriors. They were not protectors, nor were they mothers of warriors. The village was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. The village elders were all holding their breath in anticipation. The last thing they wanted was to upset the pack alpha. They knew that if he was upset they could potentially risk everything. Their safety and security would be in question. They could be open to the other unsavory beasts that looked to do them harm. So they all waited with baited breath. Finally, Baldur reached Scarlett. Baldur stopped in front of her, standing easily 2 feet taller than her as he looked down at her. His cold, powerful gaze catching her eyes. She was different than the others. Just looking at her there was a strength to her that he could sense. She didn't appear frail or weak like the others, and she did not smell of berries and flowers. Her frame was not thin, and she did not look like a doll. Reaching his large hand out, Baldur gripped the girl's blouse and straightened it a bit, trying to cover her cleavage slightly from when the elder had opened her shirt. And then he spoke, his voice low and deep, sounding almost like a growl. Are you not honored to be part of this ceremony? He asked her as he stood before her. It was the first time Baldur had spoken since his arrival, and the first time he'd shown any interest in a female. As he stood in front of her Baldur's body began to react. As with all wolves, once a potential mate is found his body began to produce a pheromone musk. It was a primal, instinctual way to signal a potential mate of his interest. Her body would hopefully respond with it's own pheromones approvingly.