„Greetings mother. You've requested to see me. How can I be of service?" Eromeia knew already what this conversation is going to be about. Queen that, hunt that bla bla bla. She was getting sick and tired of this ongoing conversation, she just wanted to hunt and feel the adrenaline run through her veins.
„My dear daughter, I see you had a rather pleasing hunt." with a weak voice her mother spoke to her and watching her up and down. Still covered in blood and dirt, she must have came directly from the meals hunt. Softly she patted the free space besides her and Eromeia sat down with hesitation.
„Not long from now, my child, and the hunt begins. I know we've talked about this before but it's getting more important as the days pass. I wish I could be with you, but I'm sure you are going to make me proud.", she paused with a sad smile „..the future of the clan lays in your hands now. You must be careful and don't get ahead of yourself. I know you like to hunt alone and show everyone your worth, but this time you need to work as a team or else there will be no offspring this year." her hand cupped the face of her beloved daughter and turned it towards her, so Eromeia had to look into her mother's eyes."my dear, look at me. You know how crucial offspring is lately. I rely on you Eromeia, if you fail the tribe is doomed."
„I know, mother.", she kept her head low trying to hide the fact that she was damn near to cry, but not of happiness or sadness but of frustration and rage. Has anyone ever thought that I don't want to be the fucking queen. I'm an only child, but still that doesn't mean I want to take over the throne.
„That's a good child. Now my dear, would you mind letting me rest for a bit. We shall talk later." Eromeia nodded her head and let go of her mother's old and shaking hand.
Spring slowly crept through the land which means the annual hunt for worthy males is not far away. Eromeia hated everything about their traditions. First they hunt every male they can find, the weak ones get killed on the spot and the stronger ones get fucked as many times as possible, which sound like heaven until his head gets chopped off. All of that mess just to ensure many pregnancies and even then the male babies get sacrificed. I mean come on. What the hell?
The real problem here is that since years there have only been born boys and no girls. There is not much hope left, it even got to the point where women didn't want to let go of their sons and clinged to them like a monkey to his tree. That would have never been allowed by her mother. This year if they prayed enough to their gods, many girls shall be born, but Eromeia was never much of a believer in the gods.
With quick steps Eromeia left the room of her mother that already smelled like death was luring in the shadows. With a clouded mind she went straight back to her kill she previously hunted. Skinning and polishing my prey will help to distract my mind for sure.
Almost done she noticed her friend Navie sitting on a boulder next to her eating an apple. Navies dark hair was braided loosely and hanging down her spine. She liked to show off much skin and most of the time she only covered her breasts and a skirt around her private part, today wasn't any different.
„I see. You had the talk with you mother" she chuckled while taking another bite of the freshly picked fruit. Without any worry she sat there enjoying the last bits of sunlight. If only I could be living that free.
„Yeah you could say that loud." with her arm she swept away the hair that got loose and hung in her face, trying not to get blood from her kill in her face.
„Was it that bad?" Navie leaned forward and was eager to know what exactly happened. Still chewing on that apple next to a carcass, without throwing up or showing any emotion towards it. Psycho
„What do you think. It's always the same. Eromeia the clan depends on you. Eromeia you need to follow in my footsteps. If you fail we're all doomed. The list goes on and on as you'll know." she mimicked her mother in a rather hilarious tone. Followed from a deep sigh.
„Well, if you hate it that much why doesn't somebody else get elected to be queen?" with a frown on her face she threw the apple away and stared at Eromeia waiting for the solution of the problem.
„Because I never told anyone besides you." she whispered with shame. Navies eyes grew big. „You never tol-„ Eromeia expected this reaction and quickly kept her friend from finishing the sentence. Navie blinked a few times and the confused look on her face disappeared, with a nod Eromeia let go of her face.
„..But Ero you can't take that burden upon you if you don't want it. You have to speak to someone. Or at least your moth-„ Eromeia got angry at her friend and lashed out at her even if she didn't want to.
„Do you really think I haven't thought of that? Can you imagine how heartbroken my mother would be? It's easier this way." with a huff she picked up the skull of the freshly killed boar and went on her way, clearing her mind.
Still boiling with anger Eromeia finally arrived in her chambers. The doors were still shaking from the force she shoved them to close. A bath is going to soothe my nerves. The hot water licked at her skin making her release some of the tension that is constantly building up. I have to figure a way out of this mess.
Hey guys. I hope you liked this chapter. It's my first AVP story so i hope you share your thoughts with me. I wanted to keep it short, so the next chapter would be a little longer. Don't worry yautjas will appear soon. But first let's get into the hunt, shall we?
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Until the next chapter. :)