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Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna- Chapter 3

Think of the first few chapters of this as more of a backstory but it is also the foundation of the story itself. Again, this will turn into a monster romance eventually. I just have to get Stasi's Mom and Dad together first.

Chapter 3

Broman left your new home and went straight to the Temple of Dhanos to tell the priests and priestesses there about you and your mother converting and coming to the temple that Sunday. And he told them what your situation was and what you needed and pledged his full week's wages for the collection for you and last week's full wages as thanks for them opening up an alms for you and your mother- which the priesthood was happy to accept and agree to. Immediately they wrote up a new call to alms for refugees and was moved to add that they would include special blessings for all the sizeable contributions as well as a list of what was needed according to the need- so the people would know what to give according to Broman’s information. Which- was basically that all you had were the clothes off your backs and not much else.

Then Broman returned to his room to collect the funds and returned to the temple to be the first to officially contribute to the alms call, while also slipping some more high valued coins in as well that made it closer to being a month’s worth of wages and was grateful that the box was already locked and wouldn’t be opened until it would be opened and given to you directly.

Then Broman went to the school and paid for your schooling and the really good lunches for the rest of the year and stressed to all the teachers and tutors that they would need to help you acclimate. And to make sure you were never bullied because you did indeed have very striking eyes that looked like the full moon but that others had teased you in your homeland about having "ghost eyes". Which is something that your mother also had that you inherited but were striking but not at all disturbing. But that you were very bright and should be easy to teach. And with the amount of coin he put into their hands, they readily agreed and gave him many sets of the school uniform that should fit you or that you should grow into. And a full set of books and the better school supplies they had on hand and gave him a list of other supplies that you would need when you would come to school.

Broman happily took it all and put it into a new and clean back pack for you, careful to make sure your school uniform wouldn’t be too wrinkled before saw himself off to get you the other supplies.

Meanwhile, after your mother and yourself had fully inspected the house and its surprisingly larger rooms with tall ceilings that were stone with a layer of plaster on them and had huge wooden beams that served to hold up the many planks of wood for the loft area that was the second story. You felt good about your new home. And while it was bare, that only meant that it had more possibilities for when you would decorate it and fill it with furnature.

You both marveled at the water pumps and drainage that would make your work and life very easy. Your mother put a special liquid into them so that all the water pumped into the house would be clean, free of any sickness or parasite, and would be sweet to drink while also good water for your work. Then you fully unpacked everything that was left in your packs. You used one cloak and your other clothes as a bed and the second would be a blanket for you both in the loft since it was much warmer up there than it was on the ground level.

“We will need to hide our talismans from now on. Others will not accept us if they see them.” Your mother informed you once you had made the bed as you frowned but reluctantly put it inside your top, but didn't want to take it off.

“But otherwise, what do you think of the way the walls are decorated?” She asked you.

“It’s faded. It must have been pretty when it was first done though.” You answered as you traced the simple flowers on the walls.

“Well, what would you think if I washed the walls clean, and made them like new and bright white paper? We could redecorate them that way. And I could write down the Alqua alphabet and we could use this room especially as your own private classroom to learn Alqua. And I can paint the full set and stages of the moon and what each stage means. I could either build or buy a ladder to get the high spaces. And our dyes will be better than any other paint.” Your mother suggested.

“Yes! I would love that Mama!” You cheered.

“Well then lets go to the market and at least get cleaning supplies like scrub brushes so we can get a true fresh start here.” She suggested before you both took what funds that Broman had given you and went to the market to try to see if you could buy what you needed from there.

To your mutual surprise and delight, the funds afforded for you to buy some other food like wheat and other grains for bread since the house had an actual stone mill already built into the kitchen. You also bought beans and the seeds for the local produce here and kitchen supplies and several kinds of scrub brushes to clean the house with and a washboard for laundry and some water buckets. Along with garden tools to prepare the ground along with two bushel baskets of different kinds of vegetables while you carried one and your mother carried the other, using your empty packs to carry everything else.

But it didn’t take long before you met up with Broman again- who was just coming out of the shops, a whole book’s worth of fresh paper for you to practice writing on- with your other school supplies in hand as you readily recognized him and lit up and practically shrieked in delight to greet him which definitely got his attention as he instantly smiled and came over to you.

“Oh wow, you guys have already found the market. Well it’s a good thing I ran into you. I went to the school. And all of this is yours. It’s the school uniform and your books and other supplies. I was going to drop them off. But since you’re already here, I can just give them to you now.” He said as he handed them over to you.

“Thank you Broman!” You beamed as you took the sack from him.

“Actually you see this building right over here? That’s the school, the teachers should still be there because school already let out for the day just now. How about we go over and see it and you can meet the teachers?” He suggested since you could still see other children in special uniforms as they weaved through the market in groups.

“Ok.” You readily agreed as you tied up the sack and used the loop in the tie of the sack as a handle so you could hold his hand with one hand and then the sack would be on your shoulder while you took your mother’s hand in your other hand and let Broman lead you over to the school while Broman took the bushell basket and put it on his other hip so your hands could be freed up as Selene had done.

All of the teachers were awestruck meeting you and your mother and readily assured you that you didn't have 'ghost eyes', but very beautiful eyes. And that it was not something that you would ever be teased or bullied for. They all took time to try to talk to you to grasp what your level of education was, and found that you were excellent with arithmetic, you just needed help with language and pronunciation, and with grasping the dialect of the language spoken here and the culture observed here and what time to come to school when you would come that Monday. Broman volunteered that he would walk you to and from school so that you wouldn't get lost on the way to and from the school and walked you home from the school so you could be familiar with the route. And once at home, he bid you goodnight and promised he'd be back tomorrow with fresh meat for you and your mother.

You put your food in the kitchen and prepared a simple soup with vegetables and some spices before you spent the rest of the day preparing the garden. You planted the seeds you had brought and some of the cuttings of bushes and trees and shrubs and even herbs in the soil along with the roots and cores of the other vegetables to grow new ones yourself. Both your mother and yourself sang the same songs Luna had sung to you for the last two weeks, to help give you both a rhythm to your work. You were just so happy to hear your mother sing her native songs out loud and sing them so beautifully as your voices harmonized gorgeously. Because before- it was always something that your father had forbidden both of you from doing. But now- with no one to stop you- you both happily sang the songs you both loved with Luna singing along with you in your mind as you continued to make this house into your home.

That evening, after you ate the soup and your leftovers from lunch, you had both managed to scrub all six vats in the courtyard. You were grateful that it had even that many and that the vats themselves were so large and robust since they had been used to soak animal hides in to make leather before. You were also grateful that you had brought so much soap to clean with as you were sure the bristles of your scrub brush were about to fall out and you felt like you went through half of your soap just to clean as much of the house as you could.

But you had never been more happy to clean before. Because this was your home and you wanted to take care of it. And you wanted the vats to be good to the dyes and the walls practically glowed white once they were scrubbed clean and it was wonderful to fall asleep that night, just as it was a new moon and to fall asleep in perfect peace. And while you and your mother were tired from working so hard, you were so happy that you had made it all the way here. And that you now had a house that would be your home and that you were safe, protected and cared for and you were just so thankful and grateful that Luna had found Broman for you and that he was proving to be a much better provider than your father had ever been.

Meanwhile Broman had already gone to all the members of his family and urged all of them to go hunting with him the next day and they all readily agreed while he also went to the butcher and got nodes of fat and other supplies for making sausages and for smoking meats as he loaded up his meat smoker into one of his carts with enough cut but seasoned wood to smoke half a herd of cows. Then he went back to his room at the gaurd tower and went to sleep and was deeply disturbed by what Luna let him see.

He could see you and your mother in a tiny little house, barely any food in the house, and a father who was eaten up with sex pox that he did his best to hide. And while he was otherwise handsome, he was as vicious as a rabbid dog. He was yelling and screaming. He was always taking the money Selene earned. And leaving you both to go hungry when he was himself feasting in the Lord's house or in the taverns. He beat her when she didn’t hand him over every tiny little coin and would practically shower it all on his other women in the tavern.

It made Broman furious and all he wanted to do was beat the man’s face in. And in an instant he recognized himself as wearing full armor, just not his own. But he was storming the village you and your mother had fled from. He was heading straight to your old house to see the bastard angrilly pulling down all the dried bouquets of wildflowers and yelling and screaming that ‘that bitch stole his daughter, his one ticket into the Lord’s House’. Which only made him angrier.

The bastard left the house and he began uprooting every foreign plant that Selene had planted in the garden with his own two hands as the sex pox finally took up most of his face while other women tore what few clothes Selene and yourself had left behind while dyers mourned the empty vats of dye and fixers that had been in the vats outside in the working courtyard after breaking the locks on them and shattering the vats in the process. Broman could see all the hurtful violence and viciousness they had all shown you and Selene for over the last 12 years over bitter petty jealousy all at once, all at the same time. And it filled with him with pure rage. He practically stepped over the small wall of the garden and suddenly your bastard of a father looked up and in an instant grew very afraid.

“What did you do to Seleneeschia and Anastaschia?!” Broman boomed in a mighty roar at him which caused all the women in the house to panic and try to flee but Luna locked the doors on them and locked them in like hens in a hen house for “pecking” on you and your mother the way they did.

“You!? You have my wife and my daughter?!” Your father paled when he saw this giant of a man looming over him as Broman’s anger practically made him glow red with rage. Your father saw the symbol for Luna glow on Broman’s chest and armor and realized, he fucked up. Because Selene’s people had come for her and she had obviously already told them what they had done to her as he knew he was practically a dead man standing.

“Yes I do. And you have no right to call them that. You never treated Seleneeschia like a wife! You treated her like a slave! She was innocent in all things yet you did unspeakable harm to her! Your own daughter, Anastaschia- your own flesh and blood, all you saw in either of them was your tickets to fortune and fame and beat them when they didn’t want to be abused. Well today is the day all that harm you ever did to them will come back to you a hundred fold!” Broman promised as he began to beat the bastard into a pulp in the garden and didn’t stop until the bastard was more of a pile of bloody broken bones and muscles on the ground than an actual body. And Broman was only satisfied when he knew that he had inflicted before Luna let him open the door and shut it as she relocked it behind him to see a group of women trying to cower and hide in the tiny shack of a house.

“What hurt did you do to Seleneeschia and Anastaschia?! Tell me the truth and I’ll let you live in slavery instead of dying where you stand.” He roared at them as he took them one by one by the hair as suddenly instead of confessing to what they personally had done, they all told on- each other and turned on each other to save themselves from his righteous rage. Especially since they too saw the glowing symbols on his skin and armor and realized they too were done for. And every time they mispronounced your name and your mother’s full name, they got struck for it. They suddenly, instantly tried to “convert” but were not doing so genuinely but only out of fear to save themselves.

But instead Broman didn’t hold back from giving them the hurt they had inflicted on your mother and to you over the years and didn’t stop until they all laid in pieces on the floor around him because Luna could not let them off or forgive them. Instead she demanded their lives in recompense for the sins they committed to her followers.

And when he left the house, he personally went around the village to the bastard's whores who had not been in your house previously- then to everyone else in the village make each one pay for either turning a blind eye to the abuse your father had done to his family or for whoring with him as even the Lady of the house admitted that half of her own children were the bastards of your father. Even the Lord himself was aghast and disgusted as his son who had expressed a romantic interest in you, tried to say that he loved you and that he was doing what he could to save you from the hurt the others in his village had caused you.

“Fine, then that love will be the only thing to save you this day. You are in charge of all the other children, who will be taken as slaves and back to the homeland. Everyone else dies. Burn everything except Seleneeschia's house and her garden- down to the ground. It can be rebuilt better later.” Broman ordered.

The kids quickly packed their clothes and all the food they could from all the gardens and kitchens and were put into carts to be hauled back to the campsite while everyone else was killed and then fed to the wolves that the army had and the vultures that followed the army before the mark itself faded from Broman’s skin and armor.

Suddenly Broman was pulled back into himself and woke up in a cold sweat, his fists balled up and more adrenaline pumping through his veins than he had ever felt before. But he felt so much better that he had, even in his dreams and “imagination” had gotten you and your mother justice for the injustice you had endured up to that point and vowed that as long as he drew breath, no more would ever come to either of you.

Luna simply smiled smugly and knowingly since she had allowed him to go back in time and personally possess the commander of the army to carry out her will of exacting her righteous vengeance and revenge for mistreating her beloved Seleneeschia and Anastaschia. One had been a priestess of her, even as complicated as her service was in the past, and the other was to be the future High Priestess for her. Luna had already had let those who she knew she could trust, begin to prepare what they needed to so that when she would bring you to her city, you would not have to wait for anything to be coronated as her next High Priestess. Even if you and your mother and Broman didn't know it yet.

“Thank you for being my hand of justice, now, sweet dreams, my protector of my beloved Princesses.” Luna whispered into Broman’s mind as she calmed the raging storm of anger in him and replaced it with a calm, happiness and satisfaction before Broman fully relaxed and felt sleep pull him back down as he laid back down and fell into another deep sleep before Luna blessed him with another dream, this one- of the future.

He was dreaming of what his life would be like in a year’s time. How he would not be living in a small room in the castle guard’s tower. But he would be living in the house he had just shown you and your mother to. He was lifting up your mother to sit on his shoulders so she could get some pesky cobwebs in the corner of the tall kitchen with her duster.

“I really should invest in a proper ladder.” Selene giggled as she sat on his shoulders and balanced herself on them.

“Nah, as long as I’m able to be whatever you want and need me to be, I’ll do it. Even if it’s just to be a humble ladder.” Broman reassured her as he let her settle and balance on him with an easy and proud smile on his face as he placed his hands over her upper thighs as she did her best to keep her balance so high up while still cleaning up the cobwebs as he walked around the house to the corners so she could get them. But he couldn’t help but notice he was wearing a unique wedding ring. A band of gold twisted and braided with two stranded bands of silver and he was elated that he had married her but he could practically feel her smile as she just shook her head.

There was a peculiar scent in Broman’s nose that he couldn’t quite know or think was either good or bad, but simply- different that was wafting in from the courtyard next to the house. But otherwise the house itself had a very pleasant scent of soap since Selene was an excellent housekeeper, even though the tips of her fingers always seemed to be stained by whatever she was dying. He would try to buy and even make a few pairs of gloves for her to work in so her hands wouldn’t be so stained. He had a pair for every color she stained in so that the color the leather took on from one vat wouldn’t get into the others. But it seems she just couldn’t help herself when she got into the vats to simply "check" on them.

But beyond that, having Selene be so close, her own personal scent was the strongest in his nose and it was making his mouth water because he could feel her hot core against his neck and shoulders and he wanted nothing more than to have her turn around so that his face could be buried into her womanhood so he could feast on her. And when she grabbed onto the hair on top of his head and fisted it to give her more to lean on so her other hand could reach for the cobwebs, all he could think of how tight she could grab his hair as he would and could eat her out. And suddenly his trousers were tented and his cock nearly touched the corners before his gut could. But whether Selene had noticed or not, he couldn’t tell but the way her heavenly heat rubbed against the back of his neck had him aching for it to be rubbing against his face instead.

“Tip toes Noble Ladder.” Selene directed him which got him to bark a laugh as she reached for the top cobweb but couldn’t quite get it so Broman stood on the balls of his feet to help get her that extra few inches she needed to get it.

“Got it, thank you My Love.” She beamed when she got it before he walked her over to the kitchen table so she could reach up and grab the edge of the loft floor then step down from his shoulders to the dining room table. But only managed to do so before he couldn’t help himself and grabbed her up and put her over his shoulder and walked with her to the bedroom.

“Broman! I still have cleaning to do!” Selene playfully protested but laughed all the same and a quick bite to her glorious ass got her to squeal and giggle rather salaciously.

“Stasi shouldn’t be home for at least another hour, we got time to have some fun before she does.” Broman insisted as he pushed open the door to see a very large four poster bed definitely big enough for them as he gently set her down but she was also eager to see how much fun they could get into for the time they had left to be all alone together.

He had barely put her down on the bed before she used surprising strength to pull him to herself and kiss him deeply as her legs wrapped around his large waist as with a few pulls on the drawstrings of his trousers and a quick untucking of her skirts that were tucked into her own belt to make her skirt into a makeshift set of pants. And with just those two quick movements, their sexes were bared and then quickly joined as Selene moaned and closed her eyes in concentrated bliss as he was mindful of his own size and weight on her so he couldn’t hurt her trying to pleasure her. His mouth devoured every little whimpering keen she made while also adding his own rumbling moan to the mix before his mouth left hers to kiss and nip at her neck and chest before he pushed the edge of her top down to reveal more of her chest and breasts to him and was utterly mesmerized when such bright white skin had such soft light pink nipples on her generous breasts and the hickeys he had given her last bloomed on her skin and were at various stages of healing.

“Don’t leave any more marks where Stasi can see them. You know how she gets.” Selene reminded him as he chuckled wryly.

“Oh I know.” Broman readily agreed before he managed to find a new spot she’d be able to cover before he began to lick, nip and suckle as Selene relaxed fully into the bed and simply enjoyed having such affections lavished onto her.

His cock continued to undulate in and out of her, as large and amazing as it was. She was getting closer. He could tell by the way her breathing labored and the way she was grabbing his hair into her fists and pulling his head to where she wanted more of his kisses elsewhere on her and the tighter her legs clamped around his waist before he changed the angle of his hips were stroking into her before his hips moved with more power and sharper snapping and Selene gasped and arched her back from beneath him to accentuate the new angle and it seemed to be just what she needed because in no time she was keening and clawing at his back, and shoulders and he made sure she had fully ridden her orgasm out before he finally caved and let himself cum in her too as he came so much, he felt like he dumped a bucket full of his seed into her.

“I’m surprised you have any left in you after the full moon the other night.” Selene giggled as she was happy to simply scratch his massive and broad back which only melted him further as his body relaxed into the bed and yet still laid rather possessively over her.

But her comment only made a pleased grin and a chuckled hum come from his throat as he simply got flashes of being in a clearing in the woods under the bright full moon where she rode him most of the night and he felt like his nuts were gonna be run dry while his cock was thankfully using his previous cum as lubrication so that her continual riding him so that they both lost count of how many orgasms they had given each other and while it was a memory, it was as if he was back in that moment too.

She rode his face until his tongue felt numb and his moustache and beard were completely soaked in her essence. Her cries of ecstasy were the best most beautiful, amazing and sexy sounds he had ever heard in his life. And when she sat on his chest to keep herself from being overstimulated, he was happy to get a chance to catch his breath and relax his tongue and swallow the last of her essence down and as much as he loved this, his own cock was weeping rather pitifully and he wanted her to ride that just as hard as she had his face.

"How is Stasi sleeping?" Broman breathed as he caught his breath.

"She's in a trance and is at the temple in Masar. A trebuchet could be deployed right next to her tent and she would never know or care." Selene reassured him as her pleasured smile was just as beautiful as the full moon above them, if not moreso as he looked form her over to the little tent next to him and smiled when it practically glowed with the moonlight to show you sitting down on your bed. But otherwise, not moving.

All of this was because for worshippers of Luna, the female orgasm was sacred and to have orgasms especially at the height of the full moon was seen as a special blessing for happiness within the relationship and the union. And Broman felt that it was especially true because he couldn’t imagine his life with his wife being any happier than it already was, except for maybe the addition of another little one to their family. Which, for how much seed he had put into her, he had a hard time wrapping his head around how none of it could take root. But the marriage was still new. They still had time.

"Ready to get ridden down there?" Selene asked as she nodded behind her with a gorgeously salacious smile on her face as his cock bobbed in anticapation.

"Yes please." Broman readily agreed before she moved back and leaned forward to claim his mouth for her own and seated herself on him, causing them both to moan in pleasure before she picked up the pace and began to ride him almost relentlessly while holding herself up by placing her hands on his chest and Broman felt like he had entered his own paradise because she was an utter vision above him and that's when his own orgasms came flooding into his senses and completely saturating every fiber of his being with happiness, pleasure and ecstasy.

Come morning, Broman wasn’t surprised to see his linens completely soiled because it looked like his cock had spurted the last 30 years worth of cum in a single night. He quickly stripped his own bed and bashfully paid the laundresses of Gronlow extra to clean his extra soiled linens and felt he blushed as red as his hair when they all giggled and laughed and gasped to see exactly how much they were really soiled.

But Broman simply walked even faster out of there just to get with his brothers and brothers in law for the massive hunt today because he had spoken with them the night before about it and they all agreed to go hunting today.

Broman then went back and hooked up his other cart that was full of wood, his smoker, and his other supplies up behind the cart that was hauling all the animals. And because of the overabundance of the kills, the meat in the rest of the market was at very low prices today so he went ahead and bought an entire whole butchered cow, and a pig and a couple of sheep and a couple of goats too and threw those in with the kills.

He was still shocked that every arrow he loosed hit and killed it’s target perfectly and in the best spots where there wasn’t much meat lost to the kill shot. And by mid morning, he and his family and many, many others had killed thousands of elk, deer, gazelle, boars, rabbits and all kinds of other game as Broman was grateful he brought an extra cart to put all the dead animals on as he took everything he personally killed and loaded them all up with thanks to his brothers and brothers in law who now had more than enough meat to get them through the winter, if not the next several winters.

Broman brought all the kills he made in a cart straight to your house. With a huge bag of salt to begin preserving them and had even brought his smoker and meat grinder and firewood to smoke them to help preserve them too, along with beef fat nodes and tons of pig fat to go into the sausages too along with at least a good sized amount of black peppercorns to spice the sausages he would make with the pluck of all the kills.

“Wow Broman! You did so good! You have a lot of everything!” You cheered excitedly when you saw the massive cart piled high with dead carcasses.

“Well thank you for telling me about it Anastaschia.” He thanked you in turn and surprised himself when he said your name and said it perfectly as you and your mother blinked in surprise to hear it as she was still inside the house, putting her hair up.

“You said my name! You said it right!” You beamed happily as you hugged his side where there wasn’t necessarily that much blood that had been spilled on him when he had killed these animals and hoisted them onto the cart.

“I did. I…I didn’t think I would be able to do so without making a mess of it for a while yet.” Broman admitted.

“Good morning Seleneeschia.” He offered when your mother came out of the house to see what he got and she froze and stared in surprise and shock that he got her name right too.

“H..how? You say- my name?” Your mother stuttered in surprise to hear him say it, but do so with as much respect and dignity that it was owed.

“Did you practice saying our names?” You asked him.

“Uh, yeah.” Broman nodded as his cheeks flushed as Selene studied him a moment because he was answering as if it was a lie which made her frown but she decided to let it go because it wasn’t worth losing all this food in the face of such a rather small lie. But it did make her wonder why he would lie about how he knew to say her name and your name like that.

“Well, practice makes perfect.” You readily offered.

“So how many animals?” You asked.

“Well, actually in this sack is all the salt to preserve them. And obviously this is all the wood we’ll need to smoke all the meat to preserve it too.” He offered before you grabbed the sack of birds and could barely pick either sack up because they were so big and heavy.

“Here, let me help Stasi.” He offered, going back to your smaller nick name as he readily grabbed up the bag of birds and the bag of salt for you.

“I’ll get the solution ready to soak the feathers in so we can use the downy ones for pillows and the others for dusters. Stasi, you’ll need to pluck the birds for us. Broman and I will work on the butchering. Could you perhaps pluck a few for lunch?” Your mother said in Alqua to you as she held the door open for him.

“What did she say?” Broman asked you.

“She asked me to pluck the birds, so that she can help you butcher the larger animals. We got a pretty good knife yesterday at the market. She wants to use it to help you. And we have spices that we brought from home to help season the smoked meat instead of just using salt. But I can pluck the birds. She will make a special liquid to soak the feathers in so that any dirt, or little bugs on the feathers will die so we can make them into pillows.” You translated as you readily got the speices out on the counter to lay them out so that your mother could easily use them as your mother was already pumping water into a bucket and quickly washed the bucket out and dumped it down into the drain that would drain the water outside of the house before she refilled it with new water and began adding bits from her different vials she had set aside on the counter to make the cleaning solution for the feathers.

“There, now it’s ready Stasi. Use whatever spices you want on the birds once you pluck them and could you roast at least five of them? He is large and his appetite should be as big as he is. You and I can get by on a dove sized bird each. He may need 2 or 3.” Your mother directed you as you got a small stool and sat down and had the bag of birds on one side of you as Broman handed you a small little knife from his set of knives to gut them and prepare them and another bucket to put the gutted and plucked birds on the other side with a sack for the guts but a bowl for the hearts and gizzards of the birds to eat those if you wanted to- while also putting some wood in the hearth to start a fire so you could start the fire and begin to roast them when you were ready to.

Broman was still struck by how beautiful your language was, even in his ears. And while he didn’t quite know what your mother was saying, the words she was saying as she was directing you helped him to understand what her meaning was.

“Bucket?” He repeated as he pointed to it, saying the Alqua word for bucket.

“Bucket! That’s our word for bucket! You got it right!” You beamed happily to see him trying to learn your language instead of just you trying to mimic his language.

“Birds?” He asked as he picked up one of the birds for emphasis as he looked from you to her to see if she was happy to at least see him try.

“Yup birds! You killed many birds!” You beamed even brighter and happier before he asked what words meant what, what words you both used that meant large or small, knife, to push, to pull, what words meant left or right or straight or back as far as directions meant while your mother also was learning those words in Broman’s Flannish so that she too could say those words and they could both easily understand each other and work together better and easier while they processed all the kills together.

Once your mother and Broman both had a good understanding of how to communicate a little better, then they went back outside as Broman disconnected the cart of wood and a large metal box that had black soot almost all over it. But special hooks inside of it. before she noticed that Broman also had other things with him. More than just the cart of dead animals, but in the second cart, what wasn't filled with wood, and a large black box in the second cart of wood. But he had special metal thing in the cart beyond the large metal box.

“What is this?” Your mother asked Broman as she gestured to the smaller thing.

“Meat grinder. To make sausages.” He answered since he had already put the large nodes of fat from both hogs and cows on the counter so that when you would pull all the pluck from the larger kills, you could make sausages from the organs, like the heart, kidneys and liver along with the tougher cuts of meat on the animals that were best when ground up into sausages so it didn't go to waste for being as tough as they were.

“And this?” She asked as she pointed to larger metal box.

“Smoker. We hang the meat in it and it smokes the meat to preserve it.” He answered.

“Oh.” She nodded as he set it up on the other end of the garden on a spot that didn’t look like it had anything planted in the ground and he began to set up the smoker and start stacking the wood next to it so he could put the embers and the hot ash in the slots and spaces at the bottom so that the low heat from them and the smoke from them would smoke the meat properly while Selene sharpened her knife on his sharpener so her humble blade would be just as sharp as his huge set of special butcher knives.

But once he was done he turned to see her doing so and simply shook his head at her little humble knife and knew it was best suited to chop vegetables, not necessarily butcher an animal.

“Different knife?” He offered her as he offered her one of his smaller but better knives that his sisters or sisters in law usually used when they helped with the butchering.

“Why? This knife not right?” Selene asked as she held both in each hand but held up the one she had been sharpening.

“That knife- good for cutting- not animals.” Broman tried to say before Selene held up a finger and went back into the house and grabbed an onion.

“This knife better for this kind of food?” She asked as she held up the onion.

“Yes! That knife better for cutting up vegetables.” Broman answered.

“Stasi- what is Broman’s word for onion?” Selene called into the house before you told her.

“But he’s saying…” She tried to repeat.

“Oh, that’s vegetables. Like there are many kinds of vegetables. Onions are vegetables. Just like this is a partridge and this is a pheasant, but both are birds. Onion is a vegetable. Is he saying your knife is better for vegetables?” You answered her.

“I think so.” She nodded.

“Well he is a good hunter, he has many kinds of knives, he would know which one is best for what Mama.” You told her as you were already on your fourth bird by now.

“Ok. So what’s the word for this?” She asked as she held up Broman’s knife.

“Butchering knife?” You guessed.

“Vegetable knife and butchering knife?” Selene asked Broman as she held up her knife and then his knife to distinguish between them.

“Yes.” He nodded before she nodded and put the onion and her knife back down on the counter and came back to see Broman putting a fresh rope into the pulley that was on the beam just outside the door before Broman pulled the cow that was on top of the heap and put it over his shoulder before he put it into a special hanger to string it up on the beam before your mother pulled on the rope and tied it off on the loop by the door when it was at a good height for Broman to work on the back end hung up higher while she worked on the head and the front half that was closer to the ground, but not before Broman had cut it from throat to anus and pulled the gut pile and immediately pulled the pluck from the animal in almost a single slitting motion.

Then Broman walked her through how to put cuts into the hide so that the hide could be stripped off of the animal. Selene did as he instructed her and then watched in astonishment as he- in one quick rip- ripped the hide off of the cow like he was taking off a pair of clothes before he put the hide over the wall of the garden, careful to not step on any of the newly planted plants as he did so. And thankfully his back was turned when Luna teased Selene about how rather gently he could slip her own clothes off of her if she let him. Selene just told Luna to shut up and to stop teasing her about it which got Luna to cackle a laugh in her head.

Meanwhile, you happily plucked several of the game birds and used what spices you had to roast them on the spit in the hearth while your mother and Broman butchered the rest in the garden. The blood from the kills blessed the ground once more so that their loss of life might give new life to the seeds planted in the soil the day before.

Broman was expecting that after the cow, or surely after the sheep and goats and definitely after the first deer or gazelle or two, your mother would get tired, but instead, her stamina and strength continued to impress him as she kept up with him.

No one- except for his own family- could ever keep up with him physically before. And with the few words they both knew, they were able to communicate fairly easily. And while he was impressed by her strength, she also showed quite a lot of skill with butchering and knife skills which only made him swoon harder for her. And it only made him remember his dreams of just how far her stamina could go in other directions too. But he prayed that such thoughts wouldn’t cause a physical reaction in himself and possibly offend her or upset her or make her uncomfortable or uneasy.

By lunch time, they were half way through the heap of kills. And after they both managed to get cleaned up a bit and wash the blood from their hands and forearms, and they could eat the game birds you had roasted, as their down soaked in a special cleansing solution, so you could have a down pillow, but the feathers would be clean and would ward off any bugs, dirt, or dandruff, you all sat down for lunch as already half of her garden wall was covered in animal hides.

“Thank you for telling me about the animals Anastaschia. This is the most animals I’ve killed in a day.” He thanked you as he sat on the crumbling wall that had surrounded the garden with you.

“Thank you for sharing your kills with us. We brought no weapons when we fled. We didn’t want others thinking we were… danger.” You managed to explain.

“Do you know how to hunt?” He asked you but you shook your head no.

“I only know…how…when others try to hurt me, to try to keep myself safe.” You answered as you put your arms over your head protectively as Broman frowned sadly at you.

“If your mother will let me teach you- I will teach you how to defend yourself so that no one can try to hurt you.” He offered.

“Maybe later, I want to..try...peace with..new village.” You told him.

“Ok.” He nodded in understanding before he finished with the meal as did your mother before they dove back into it.

You cooked one of the legs of the wild boar on the spit in the hearth for dinner while your mother and Broman continued to butcher, salt, season, and smoke the rest of the animals in the cart that Broman brought while the hearts, livers and kidneys of the animals smoked in a salt water solution to keep them fresh before they could be ground up into sausages. while the intestines were in another to be cleaned out and used as the casings.

And once they were done, your mother offered to wash the blood from his shirt at least while he tended to the fires of the smoker he had built out of the firewood he had brought with his kills and she was surprised by her sudden flustered state when he took off his tunic and handed it to her. She had known Broman was a large man, but she figured most of it was fat. But while Broman still had a bit of a ponch and a good healthy layer of insulating fat on his body, he had some seriously big and strong muscles too.

Selene wondered if his pecks were bigger than her own breasts. She wondered if he was perhaps part orc. Because he had a very impressive physique and she hadn’t seen muscles like that on much of anything other than orcs in over a decade and from the swing of the bulge in his trousers as he walked, he was packing something the likes she had only seen in her larger squashes of her gardens in the past. She tried to immediately stamp down the ache in her loins to see just how big he could be and wonder if he was as generous of a lover as he was proving to be as a father to you. And Luna’s gentle teasing in her head, that if she gave him, half a chance, he would prove that he was, wasn't helping much either.

“Mama? Are you ok?” You asked her when she came back into the house and her face was as red as the blood on her own clothes.

“Yes, I’m fine, I just need to wash the blood off of your father’s shirt, I mean, Broman- Broman’s shirt.” Your mother quickly corrected herself as she quickly bolted up the stairs with a bucket of water to quickly give herself a sponge bath and get another outfit on and quickly change into it after washing the remaining blood from herself.

Which actually took a bit longer than she wanted to because she needed to take a moment to pleasure herself with her hand before she had calmed that sudden sexual urge. Then she got redressed in clean clothes and came back down and washed not only her clothes she had soiled which she let soak in the water, along with Broman’s shirt as she went through her soaps and got the right soaps to not only get the blood out, but would actually take all the old stains out of Broman’s tunic and clean it better than it probably had ever been cleaned before.

“How is the leg coming along Stasi?” She asked you as she went to the wash basin with her soaps and washboard.

“It’s coming good. I took the core out from the onions so we can plant the core and grow more and I replaced the cores with hunks of fat along with salt and ground pepper. I have a head of garlic roasting as well. I have potatoes roasting over the coals over here while I have some biryani rice cooking in the pot from the restaurant yesterday with some of the rendered fat I’ve gotten from the pig’s leg.” You reported.

“Very good Stasi, he should like that dinner.” She praised you.

“I hope so. I want him to like it enough that he will want to come back to have more dinners with us. It’s only right that he eat at least a little from his own kills. And I hope he likes the way we cook and will actually appreciate it.” You smiled happily which made your mother smile fondly too as she used the washboard to scrub Broman’s large shirt that felt more like a tent cloth by the size of it. She had to rinse the water out twice to get all the dirty water out of her wash basin before she was satisfied that the grime and filth she got out of it wouldn’t come back into it by simply staying in the same water. Once it was clean and all the stains were out of it, she used the house’s water squeezer to squeeze the excess water from it and hung it up to dry in the sun while she washed her own clothing. But once she got done cleaning her own clothes, she needed the space in the sun for her own clothes and was relieved when his shirt was mostly dry as she took it down and pinned her own clothes up on the single line in the courtyard.

Broman was happy and grateful to get his now much cleaner shirt back when it had been washed, and cleaned and he doubted it had been this clean when he had actually bought it a few years before. He graciously took it from her and had only hoped, his own burly, hairy self had not put her off. But it gave him a little hope when she became flustered by it and blushed so prettily before and after she got it from him and gave it back to him as he eagerly put it back on and put the last bits of embers under the smoker before he came in for dinner when you had called that it was ready.

The dinner that had been cooked blew him away with how gifted such a little girl like you could cook, even seemingly rather on your own and could only wonder just how great of a cook your mother was to teach you so well at such a young age. Not even the banquets that the Lord and Lady had at Gronloe were this delicious as he made sure to praise you for it before you told him what you had used and how you had done it.

After dinner, then he brought his meat grinder in as your mother insisted it be washed thoroughly first. Broman happily pulled all the pieces apart so your mother could wash all of them before he put it back together while you cleaned out all the intestines that would serve as the casings for the sausages and once you were done, your mother and yourself used what was left of your spices and ground down the pepper that he had brought as Broman put the cut up pieces of organs and the really tough, grisley meat into the meat grinder along with hunks of fat through the grinder first before you and your mother put your spices in with the ground up pieces to make it more homogenous before he changed out the inner plates so that it was a corkscrew and a special pipe to help fill the intestines with the ground up meat and fat and spices and made sausages right there on the spot. Just in time for the smaller pieces to come out of the smoker to be replaced with all the sausage that you made.

And he gave instructions as to how long to smoke the sausage and then replace them with the larger pieces to smoke overnight before he finally forced himself to leave, but not before he put the remaining wood into the house to use in your hearth and the remaining salt and peppercorns but was happy to get the meat grinder back when your mother had dismantled it and cleaned each component and put it back together again without any help since she had been watching him closely as he was impressed yet again at how intelligent she was to figure that out after only being shown how to do it only once before.

“Thank you for coming and sharing all of this with us.” Selene thanked him graciously as she handed him back the meat grinder as she did her best to speak his language to him.

“Thank you for taking it. I’m happy and relieved that I could help. And for all the hard work you both did in helping me prepare all of this. You’ve more than earned it too.” He answered as he bashfully took it back.

“Goodnight Seleneeschia. Goodnight Anastaschia.” He bid you and your mother.

“Goodnight Broman.” You and your mother bid him in turn before he smiled and nodded and turned and got all the hides off of the garden walls and put them all back into the cart to take to the leather tanners in the new leather tanning district. left.

You were happy to lay your head into your mother’s side as your arm looped around her waist as you both watched him leave in the beautiful dusk light.

“I’m really happy he knows how to say our names.” You sighed happily.

“Me too.” Your mother offered before she pulled you inside after waiving goodbye when Broman had turned to look behind and to see you both watching him leave, he waived goodbye which got you both to do the same.

And the whole way to the tanners and back, Broman did nothing but practice repeating your names over and over again until he felt they were practically ingrained and tattooed onto his soul.

#Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna #Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna Chapter 3 #midieval orc love story #eventually

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Pokemon x nintendogs

You see that ^ Yeah that up there THAT Is what I want to see from nintendo. (also no beta we die like men) I mean sure let’s go pikachu/eevee was... g8. But. I need more. I want MORE than just sword and shield feather toy. I want a pokemon game for those who are stuck in their npc houses BEcause that’s the energy I have. I want. Cozy. I want. CUTE. I want to actually play with my pokemon. And here is my idea. YOu know how nintendogs had the version exclusive editions like chihuhua and golden retriever? Yeah that’s nice for dogs and everything. But VERSONS FOR POKEMON IS . EVERYTHING. Pokemon daycare. I wanna pet my pokemon. and not just like stand still pokemon I want them to roll over onto their tummies and be like scratch my neck. I want to have bathroom shinanigans. I want bathing your pokemon to be a game of either They get clean OR YOU’RE THE ONE GETTING CLEAN. Due to personality/(it’s nature) types not every pokemon will lie down for cleaning time. Some will be like that dog who stole the hose and is now running at you with water getting you wet. and the screen is now watery. It’s time for food. prevent your pokemon from eatting everything in the bowl. Is your pokemon the lax nature? is your pokemon laying in their water bowl after drinking? well time to get your towel before they run across the floor and make all your furnature wet. Meet with me!: you have a friend with the same game or different version Link your (switches/ds’s ) together to trade items, have one of your pokemons meet your friends pokemon and have friendship or rivalry occur! watch them play or fight over your toys! You have a electric stone and want your pikapi to stay the same? Give it to your friend with a eevee so they can have the jolteon of your dreams. Watch wild interactions between the games. You can choose between your favorite pokemon and unlock more friends too. Or you can find special eggs or wild poke which have secret pokefriends. Encounter amazing ledgendarys on your walk. (because ledgendary they’re unavailable for care) Take wonderful walks around the beach, forests, mountains, towns, and other fun locations. Encounter other trainers with witty diolog and gym leaders. Shop for furnature, toys, food, snacks, fruit, furnature, and even redecorate your home. Electric version: Unlocked immedietly : Pichu, pikachu, Raichu, (alola raichu) , plusle, minun, emolga, pachirisu , shinx, dedenne, togedemaru, yamper, morpeko, Secret poke: Jolteon, mareep, elekid, electrike, blistle, joltik, Helioptile Ledgendary encounters: Zapdos, Raikou, zurkitree, zeraora Flavortext time: Pichu: This good baby you just hatched from a egg is ready for love. Inexperienced and clumsy but ready for what life has in store. Careful for spark showers! Pikachu: Ready for adventures and to spend time with you. A world favorite. \ Raichu: This pal might be a bit older than the rest but knows it’s way about. If this pokemon glows in the dark... it’s best to figure out what has them riled up. If you choose them it’s good to be in contact with your local power plant. Alolan Raichu: Goodness Perhaps pancakes are the key to flight? This soft friend has many more things to learn about! Plusle: Good vibes from this poke. Relaxing for those a little on the downside. it’s electric shocks are thereputic. A good pokemon for lifes little victories! Minun: Careful for tangles on this poke! it’s going to give you a relaxing time if you are a busy person. Has easing energies... and electricity! Or it will surely energize you with spark showers. Emolga: this little one likes flying in freedom. Even stormy days are a adventure with this one. They like there food all to themselves. Make sure to watch them around bugs... Pachirisu: Sharing is caring! this pokemon is good at getting along with others and playing. Pachirisu are a bit of horders... so make sure to know where their hiding places are for potentially forgotton food and hair balls. watch the hairballs... Shinx: this cutie pattootie is a bit of a runner! It likes energy and often stores it’s electricity in it’s legs. If it gets upset it get’s a bit... blinding. Luxio: no matter what it tells you with that pouty face it gets lonley easy. It might be good to have a few pokemon for it to feel at home... Watch those claws! Luxray: takes it’s family very serious but loves unconditionally. Try not to worry them it can see through anything so... well. Just try not to think about that in the restroom... Dedenne: This little one likes to talk to it’s friends whereever they are... through electricity. They can often sip electricity out of your wall outlets if they don’t have enough.... might want to invest in a raichu for it’s electrical needs... Togedemaru: this lovely one is a good friend. If you can handle it. invest in bandages and rubber gloves for this friend. I’m sure they will love you just the same. ... No loud sounds for this pokemon... Morkpeko: this soft friend has a bit of a temper when hungry. It’s naughty in nature. So keep it fed or don’t... but feel the wrath of hangryness... we have all been there... It loves seeds so keep a few around. maybe blinker seeds in case that side comes out... Yamper: A very food motivated friend. Honestly we all know someone like this. Very loving friend either way. besides who can resist that cute face and tail wag? Boltund: After growing up a bit this good poke can run real fast. like... REal fast. might need to invest in some armor for walks now... incase this one is distracted and takes you on a bit of a drag instead of a walk. --- Jolteon: Wow your pokemon found a friend! It seems to be weak... would you like to take care of this new pokemon? This friend is very emotional... but now that it has you it’s very thankful and greatful for everything. Even if it accidently shocks you. You know they don’t mean it. Joltik: Yamper has found a little friend sticking to him. will you keep this new friend? (or: you have found a soft silky egg... with a nice buzzing sensation... will you care for the egg?: ((no: Let’s leave this at a pokemon center... they know what to do.)) ) This little pal is soft and fuzzy and often makes a nice static feeling. Often a good pair for raichus! Galvantula: Our little pal has grown up big and strong. Often makes wonderful silky doilies and nets. You can sell them because often time they can make them everyday. after you de-electrify them. Mareep: You found a little lost mareep! upon checking with any near by farms no one seems to own it. And It keeps following you... will you keep it? This soft friend has wonderful wool that you can sell when it sheds it... The spots that missing wool is a sign it’s going to evolve soon... Flaaffy: this cute friend makes a lovely night light. Although do you ever think it looks in the mirror and gets self concious about it losing it’s wool....? Probably not. Ampharos: enjoys watching TV with you. Often loves superhero shows. Has big dreams of being a hero. It’s favorite places to walk is in the forest and the beach. Electrike: This poor pokemon can’t run as fast as the other electrike... Because of this it’s been abandoned... will you care for him...? Even though it’s not the fastest electrike... you have still decided you need to wear body armor during walks... to weigh it down... so you don’t go flying! Manctric: your kind friend often needs trips to the power plant. It doesn’t mind. Sometimes the sneeky poke runs off to the powerplant without you... What they don’t know is that you don’t mind as long as the house doesn’t burn down... ect...

Events: Power up: head over to your local powerplant and get that excess electricity out! recieve poke(money) as payment! Fruit picking: pick fruit off of trees for poke! Warning some fruit are amazing electrified. but some arn’t! Contest time: Show how obedient your pokemon is in style and in the care you’ve given them! Your home!: regular old house with many rubber surfaces, powerplant, fluffy clouds, futuristic neon house. --- And other fun versions that I just don’t have the brain power to think of. like Eevee/normal type Fire friends water palace one iwth the forest edition spooky ghost fairy babies Fuck it master version with just ledgendarys and mythicals. and you know the rest. like fire types you have to stop them from.... laying in lava pockets in the mountains, regular house, fake volcano, cuddle crator, funky fake fire house. water types: jumping contest!, race of the fastest, contest time,. House types: a house with a kiddy pool, a fake beach, under the ocean, a river, a lake, a pool, or a giant bathroom. Bug contests: polination station, ect, ghost contests: creepy pasta~, halloween festival!, contest time! I hope you see what I’m trying to put down here. But will nintendo respond to this one single post? Probably not.WHY? I DoN’T KNOW. (probably because they’ll have to answer if pokemon poob or pee. I don’t know if they want to tackle that.) This is my hot take.

#Pokemon #pikachu #I have ideas #nintendogs #nintendo

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