CoT Chapter 1 - So it Begins
Alright guys. Here it goes. I've been trying to get up the patience to write this story for years now, and finally I'm making the attempt. This is the first of what I'm hoping to be many chapters, and I realize this may be a bit slow at first, but the build up always is. Now, this story is clean, as will many be, but I fully intend on including sex in the future of all kinds, so I'm going to put a few warnings in for future chapters.===WARNING: FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS===Please read this message fully, so you aren't disappointed by any outcomes of future chapters. This story will include the following things, likely in great detail.Sex, both M/M and M/FBlood and GoreViolence, both in and out of sexRapeOther Extreme KinksThese things will appear later in the story, possibly in great detail possibly in minor detail. If you wish to continue reading despite these warnings, please be aware I WILL mark each chapter accordingly, so I'll make sure no one is surprised by the content in each chapter. Thank you in advance for reading, and I hope you enjoy.**A rooster crowed at the arrival of the first rays of the morning sun, his cry echoing off the hills as the sun greeted the many acres of farm land surrounding the rooster's home. In the city, or even near a village, that cry would have woken many and caused great agitation to those affected. Here, on this small farm in the middle of nowhere, the inhabitants were awake already, well into their morning chores that would prepare them for the day.The men were out weeding the fields and clearing out whatever pests they might find, the shepherds taking the sheep out to graze and others milking cows and gathering eggs from the chicken's coup. The three women of the farm were pulling water from the river for the morning meal and for the laundry that needed to be done that day, while the children did their menial tasks that they had to accomplish before they would be allowed to play. Already a damp heat could be felt, remaining from the night before and giving the farm workers a desparate desire to finish their work before the day's heat could settle in for true. Only one man wasn't frantically working in the fields, a wolf with midnight black fur who stood next to a cart, chewing on a single straw of hay and strapping barrels and hauling bags and bales of hay into two carts, younger boys helping load the carts in preparation for their trip into the village. One of the women paused from her work, setting down her bucket of water to approach the young male, a smile on the old wolfess' face as she approached. "Trayst, you really should be going soon." she said, exasperation in her voice even though she had nothing but affection on her face. She
reached out and touched his cheek before shaking her head slowly, "Otherwise you won't be home for us to celebrate properly. Today is the start of your eighteenth year, an important year for a man such as yourself!"Trayst, the young wolf, paused for a moment and wiped some of his sweat matted fur away from his eyes before he embraced his mother, pressing his lips to her cheek in a gentle kiss before stepping back. "Do not worry, mother." he spoke, his deep voice smooth, the young wolf surprisingly well spoken for the son of a farmer. "I'll be home before the sun is halfway to the horizon. I know for a fact that Old Man Zabrin is looking for hay for his horses, so the bales will go quickly, and potatoes and apples always sell well during this time of the year. We will be home before you know it." His mother chortled at the confidence in her son's voice and then reached out to pat his cheek, "If only I had the same confidence as you," she said, her eyes wrinkling in the corner's as she smiled. "The world is not always as it seems, remember what I taught you about bargaining. With the heat being so extreme so late in the year, this winter will most definitely be rough. We will need the coin to purchase salt, do not sell them too cheaply as you did last year."Trayst shook his head and grinned as he turned to get back to work, tilting his head to smile at his mother, "Do not worry mother, last year was a calculated risk and no such thing will happen again this year. I assure you," he said, his eyes twinkling as he looked at her before hardening as they snapped back to one of the younger boys. "Oi, don't just stand there, get that last bag of potatoes into cart!" he snapped, his voice gaining a gruff tone.. "We need to get going!"Trayst's mother shook her head and chortled as she walked away, vaguely hearing the whining of the pup as he protested the reprimandation that he was receiving. She returned to her bucket of water and picked it up, taking it to join the other women in the courtyard of the main house, the structure designed to break wind and prevent dust from assautling freshly cooked meals and cleaned clothing. She poured her water into the pot of water placed over the fire pit and sat on a stool, sighing softly and rubbing her back firmly as she stared into the flames. "They grow up so fast, don't they Mashira?" one of the women said, the graying old wolfess smiling as she address Trayst's mother, her paws already busy sorting laundry into work loads based off of importance. Mashira jumped, brought back from her thoughts by the sound of the old woman's creaking voice and she nodded her head, smiling softly. "Yes, they do." she looked through the house's main gate where Trayst was just now departing, riding a horse alongside the carts as the two boys driving, offering words of approval and making sure the boys were
confident in their abilities. "I only hope I have raised him as well as I could," she said, letting out a soft sigh before taking hold of the pot and pouring some of the hot water into the wash bucket, leaving the rest for the meal. The elder wolfess nodded her head along with Mashira's words and then shook her head, "Mashira, my dear, in my many years of living I have seen the raising of many a fine young man. You have raised a very fine young man, and he will only get finer. Tell her Bashra." The third wolfess looked up from her reperation of clothing and blinked in surprise, "Hmm? What was that Elanor? What were we talking about?" she asked, setting aside her sewing and stretching her arms for a moment. Bashra could easily be identified as middle age, a few gray furs showing through the brown that dominated her body though she still held herself with the assurance of one still in her middle years. "Fine young men? I've seen a few recently, though I must say I don't think many could handle Mashira..." she said, trailing off.Elanor cackled and shook her head as she listened to the air headed wolfess speak. "We're not looking for a man for Mashira," she said, still shaking her head in her exasperation. "We're talking about Trayst."Bashra blinked for a moment and then realization lightened her face and she nodded her head firmly, "Yes, Trayst is a very fine young man. There are few like him." she said before promptly going back to her work."You see? Even Bashra believes that Trayst is a fine young man, and she's a little bit rough around the edges when it comes to judging character." Elanor said, cackling again as Bashra shot her a dirty.Mashira nodded slowly and began to work on washing their clothing, her paws dipping into the scalding water and making her flinch at first. "I know that he's a fine young man," she said, "It's not how he is now that concerns me. He has a great many things that he will do in the future, and that all starts now." Elanor blinked and shook her head as she finished sorting the laundry into the various baskets, standing up and stretching her back, grunting as she put a paw on Mashira's shoulder. "He's a farmer Mashira," she said, "The worst thing you have to worry about is him getting a girl pregnant before he marries her."Mashira sighed and looked into her wash bucket as she worked the clothing and then chewed her lip. They of course didn't know.. about anything. "You're right of course." she said, throwing away her doubts for a moment and putting a smile on her face as she looked up at Elanor.The old wolf gave her a wrinkled smile and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, her paw stroking down the back of her head once before she brushed off her dress and stepped back. "Everything will work out, as it always does." she said simply,
"Don't worry about the trivial matters until they come to pass." She shook her head a bit, "And here you have me rambling, it's time for me to get to work on breakfast." she said, her tone slightly scolding as she shook a finger at Mashira.Mashira nodded slowly and then looked back down at her wash, putting it down and sighing, finding it hard to concentrate. "Do you need any help with it?" she asked casually, knuckling the small of her back and tilting her head at Elanor.The old wolfess smiled and said, "I may be old, but I'm perfectly capable of cooking breakfast without help. Why don't you go check on the boys in the field, make sure they're doing their work?" Mashira nodded her head absently and dried her paws on the apron she wore as she stood up, heading out the gate towards the fields, stopping for a moment to look at the vague form of Trayst on horseback, riding alongside the two carts. "Return tto me safely," she murmured softly under her breath, doubts that she couldn't shake still nagging at her mind.She sighed and turned to the fields, shaking her head in amusement as she saw some of the boys lounging around. "Hey!" she called out, stalking towards them quickly. Perhaps Elanor was right and she shouldn't worry about it so much, just go about her days as she normally would. She couldn't know what would happen until it happened. She looked up towards the steadily rising sun, just above the horizon then began to scold the lazing boys. **END CHAPTER 1As always, feedback(Negative and Positive, I can handle it) is appreciated. I did not grammar or spell check so any concerns you have about a specific spelling or grammar issue, please point it out to me and I will fix it post-haste. Thank you for reading, and look out for the next chapter(I hope to update this at least once a week.)