{"sf1_id":1696336,"sf2_id":"Rm0KY6Qe","title":"Beads (Your Lancer Interlude 1)","author":"Cardigan","words":362,"posted_at":"2021-03-17T00:47:00.000Z","tags":["Homosexual","Interspecies","Poetry","Pool","Ritual","SFW","Story Series","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1696336-beads-your-lancer-interlude-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0KY6Qe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b9/e2/b9e28eae-339c-40f4-aba8-ad76e153e491","description":"#3 of Your Lancer\n\nInterlude 1/3 of the \"Your Lancer\" series\nThis is a complementary material to Part 1 and is meant to be read after that.\nThe red-furred wolf visits a sacred location bearing sacrilegious thoughts.\nWord Count:353","content":"* * *\n\nTo the centennial battlefield, I was called.\n\nWhere once a victorious flag stood,\n\nA temple to Her had been erected.\n\nI am here so that She may bless the beads I carry,\n\nLike Aolians of the past did.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe sacred pool before me,\n\nA small pillar rises in the middle\n\nBearing the shape of The Goddess.\n\nThe priests are quick to disrobe and instruct me.\n\n\"Lay the stones on Her hands,\n\nAnd bear in your thoughts your reason to fight.\n\nIf moonlight gleams on your beads,\n\nYour gift will turn sacred.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI knew that directive already.\n\nAnd to whom my thoughts would belong.\n\nThe young wolf of bronze fur I once cradled,\n\nFor that night, I planned to grant my mind whole.\n\nHowever, as I approach the sacred pool,\n\nI find another youth gripping my heart as well.\n\nThat golden-furred soldier, the goblet-bearing jackal.\n\nThe avatar of my lust.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs I soil the pool with my crude thoughts,\n\nI grip, trembling, the stones I had picked.\n\nMine green eyes, mine child's blue,\n\nI meticulously chose them with that boy in mind.\n\nSo, why is he not the only man here?\n\nWhy has my desire corrupted me so?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOnto the pillar, I lay my offering.\n\nThe light of the moon shall prove my choice foul,\n\nMy wish sinful, my presence undeserved.\n\nAs I raise my head to the stars, I pray:\n\n\"O, smite me Victorious Aolia!\n\nYou guard a man of sin! An uncouth mongrel!\n\nForsake me, My Lady!\u0026nbsp;\n\nMe and my lechery!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAlas, She cares not for my self-judgement,\n\nHers is a rule of truth and justice.\n\nMoonlight shines on my beads,\n\nJust as the monks foretold.\n\nOn the verge of tears,\n\nMy heart weighs in my chest.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA new supplication I now cry.\n\n\"O Gracious Aolia! Lady whom I heed!\n\nI now beg for Your mercy, not dereliction!\n\nFor Your decree is sacred, Your word is fate!\n\nEven if these feelings ail and hurt me,\n\nI shall endure it all, with Your blessings!\n\nO, Patroness Aolia, protect the man who will wear these beads,\n\nand the sinful man who will give them.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Your Lancer","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1695241-adored-your-lancer-part-1.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1705636-cherished-your-lancer-part-2.json"}}