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Hejira: Sanguine Wave

By Mantrid Brizon

Episode 38: Accumulation

“What do you think it will be like?” A young, wide-eyed girl asks her father.

“It’s a northern village, and far north as well. It’s probably dirty and made of sticks.” The father replies.

“It’s nothing like the Blue Feet village.” A scout answers.

“We’ll see about that.” The father murmurs.

He runs his clawed fingers through his slicked back hair, pulling the strands over and around his tall ears. The rabbit-like man glances down to his daughter, who sits beside him in their horse drawn carriage, a very rare sight. Her fluffy tail sways as the young child looks back at her father, her soft black fur rustled by the breeze.

“Will these people help save us from the bad woman and her stinky men?”

“I hope so.” He says, brushing her cheek.

“We’re almost there, sir. There’s Wildwood now.” A scout points out.

Rising up, he stands on the floorboards of the cart, swaying with the vehicle as the horse walks casually toward the village. Surrounded in a palisade wall and with many mud brick and log homes visible from their distant hill, the town truly is nothing like the Blue Feet village. To his surprise and embarrassment, the Feather Finger’s home is quite lovely, easily on par with their own, if somewhat smaller. In the distance, two other carts are seen outside of the village, each bearing the symbol of another tribe.

“How many tribes did you say your people were contacting again?” The man asks.

“Six. Hopefully they all answered.” A scout replies.

“I recognize those seals. Those carts belong to the Sightless Eye, and the Iron Lion.”

“Yes. We also contacted the Red Sash, Fire Heart, and Goldenrod.” The scouts adds.

Though curious about the upcoming meeting, the leader of the Crooked Trees is simply happy to be at Wildwood. Nine days living out of a cart isn’t what he wanted to do, but it was necessary to attend this meeting and form an alliance against king Adelram. The scout party, thankful to be home, race ahead of the cart and toward the gates. It’s been nearly three weeks since they left to contact the other tribes and form alliances, and they just want to hold their wives and children, eat a hot meal, and sleep in their own beds.

Parking the cart and securing the horse in a makeshift stable, the Crooked Tree’s leader climbs down from the cart before aiding his wife and their young daughter. Passing through the gates and entering Wildwood for the first time in many weeks, the scouts dart away in all directions to find their families. Standing with armed human and Sahvorai warriors, a rather slender and attractive feline Sahvorai woman with black, white and orange splotched fur and strange facial make-up waits for them.

“Tribe?” She asks, opening a tome and holding a quill.

“I’m the leader of the Crooked Trees.” He replies.

Rinahra holds out a hand to a warrior, who produces an ink well. She dabs the tip of her quill into the ink and scrawls something into the tome, handing the writing instrument to the soldier and gently blowing on the ink.

“Well, you’re the last. Follow me please.” She says, handing off the tome to another soldier. “Your family may wait with the others. These men will escort them while I take you to the meeting.”

“Begging your pardon, miss, but who else is here?”

“Four tribes answered our summons, including yours: Sightless Eye, Iron Lion, and Goldenrod.” Rinahra replies as she leads him through the streets.

“And what of the Fire Heart and Red Sash? I heard from your scouts that they were contacted as well.” He asks.

Rinahra doesn’t answer, though her expression as she glances back to him doesn’t bode well. Following quietly behind the young woman, the chieftain wonders what to expect as they head clear through the village. In the distance he can see three other dignitaries, one of whom he knows personally, the leader of Sightless Eye. A beautiful Sahvorai she-wolf with black, gray and white fur and long white hair stands off to one side. She matches the description of the Feather Fingers leader, Sarvah, something he learned while speaking with the scouts on their journey.

Beside Sarvah stand four others, all Sahvorai. An orange furred and feline adult male with a tabby pattern stands beside a younger male. With black fur and a long, wiry tail, the teenage looking dog boy stands with two females by his side. One is a larger, powerful looking woman with toned arms and legs, a voluptuous figure, and ample DD-cup breasts. She is exceptionally beautiful, though she is also imposing, at roughly five feet and ten inches tall. With short and round ears, a nub of a tail and a short, blocky snout, the bear woman’s long, white hair flutters in the breeze.

Opposite this bear woman is the other female, who appears roughly the same age as the teenage boy. About five inches shorter and with a daintier build than the voluptuous bear woman, she is no less beautiful. A dense but soft looking coat of solid, snow-white fur covers a slender, even scrawny build. Her hourglass frame and C-cup breasts that give her an appearance almost as voluptuous. A thick, bushy tail wags as she looks to Sarvah. What is most striking about this girl, however, is her human-like hair. Long and wavy, it nearly reaches her tail, but is naturally ruby red.

The Crooked Trees leader is secretly thankful that there are far fewer humans than he assumed from the evenly mixed scout party. As Rinahra brings him closer to the group, the other chieftains turn and wave, his friend from the Sightless Eye tribe greeting him with an embrace.

“I’m glad to see you chose to stand with us.” He says.

“Well, it was either that or allow this ‘king’ to decide the fate of myself, my family and our people.”

Sarvah steps closer, the movement gaining their attention. She hugs the red-headed she-wolf, kissing her snout and speaking something to her, though they are too far to hear the words clearly. Sarvah messes up the wolfess’ hair, chuckling as she quips something. She then turns to the bear woman and speaks, nodding as if assuring her of something. The four Sahvorai then turn to leave. As they walk past the dignitaries, they are all awestruck by the young, white she-wolf; her eyes are like two large and polished rubies. She’s not a natural creature.

“Now that you’re all here, we can begin!” Sarvah speaks up.

She motions for the group to gather around a large tree stump. Cut from one of the largest and oldest trees by Kelly’s magical sling-blade, the stump is smooth as glass and has been given a coat of resin to preserve it. Using it as a table, she stands with the four other dignitaries; a black-haired and tanned human woman who looks to be in her thirties, a Sahvorai feline woman with solid black fur and emerald green eyes, an orange and black striped feline man with a white chest and belly, the leader of the Sightless Eye, and the black rabbit who leads Crooked Trees.

Sarvah unrolls a map, revealing the territory that they know now belongs to king Adelram. She opens her mouth to speak when suddenly one of the women begins first.

“I’m sorry, miss, but I must know what happened to Red Sash and Fire Heart? No one will tell me anything.” The human woman who leads Goldenrod says, a hint of worry in her voice.

“I had a speech all planned out, and I would have come to that, but it might simply be easier to lay it out for you.” Sarvah replies. “Look at this map and see what we’re up against.”

They lean closer to find the continent drawn out, its vaguely diamond shape scribbled over on the western side and a portion of the north. Several villages are crossed off.

“Red Sash is here, and Fire Heart is here.” Sarvah points to the map with her clawed fingers. “This kingdom visited them first as they moved north, entirely because they are in the way. Fire Heart, an entirely human tribe on the border of the upper-central and western lands apparently resisted. King Adelram’s army wiped them out. My scouts returned after finding the ruins of their village, and many hundreds of corpses. To their credit, the humans of Fire Heart killed two of Adelram’s soldiers for each of their own lives.

Apparently in such a hurry to reach us here, they left the dead from both sides to rot. My other scout group, who contacted the Red Sash, Fire Heart’s closest neighbors and also conveniently in between my tribe and the kingdom, had surrendered. They were simply too afraid to turn against the kingdom and stand with us, even when told many tribes would aid them. They turned my scouts away without even listening to our proposal in full.”

“And what is your proposal, exactly?” The black cat woman who leads the Iron Lion asks.

“Wasn’t it clear?” Sarvah raises a brow.

“I would just like to hear it from you. Knowledge can become warped when you trust others to convey messages verbally, especially after such a long journey.” The feline Sahvorai replies.

“True enough. What I propose is simple... We stand together. We don’t become one tribe or another kingdom; that would make us no different than our enemy. Instead, we remain separate and rule our own lands by our own rules, but agree to serve each other in defense of what we have. A tribe of tribes, if you will. Should the Sightless Eye need help, all other tribes will support them in battle and with resources until the threat has passed. Afterward, we continue on as we always have, until the next threat demands our attention.”

As Sarvah speaks, she can’t help but think of Gareth. On the night she visited him, she slept beside him and basked in his warmth and comforting presence. When they finally spoke seriously about Wildwood’s predicament, Gareth told her of his old world and a group of nations. This ‘NATO’ was a powerful force that successfully held back another great enemy in a time long before his birth. Coming from a land with many freedoms, a gift from such an alliance, Sarvah decided this would be a wonderful approach to their own struggle with Adelram’s kingdom.

Though Gareth offered to join her back at Wildwood, and certainly hoped to do so, Sarvah knew that it was not the right time. Emma might be a pain in her neck, but she is also smarter and more collected than many of the citizens. Revealing Gareth to them might make them forget all about their problems with the kingdom and focus on him; though it broke her heart to do it, she urged him to continue waiting in the forest, until the time was right to reunite. As always, Gareth understood, though he too was visibly heartbroken.

“I knew of the Fire Heart. They were not my favorite tribe, and I considered those humans to be brutish, but they were excellent warriors and often hired themselves as mercenaries.” The Crooked Trees leader remarks.

“Watch how you speak of humans. In Wildwood they are the same as the Sahvorai.” Sarvah narrows her eyes.

“My apologies, miss.” The black rabbit respectfully bows his head.

“So, the plan is to simply stand together? What if they pick us off one by one? Are we to strike first?” The human chieftain asks.

“We are here to discuss that, but I had a few thoughts.” Sarvah replies.

“Such as?” The black cat asks.

“We should train our citizens as well as our guards and train our guards to become elite soldiers. It’s true that many of our tribes are far away, so I propose that we strategize and coordinate battle lines, sending out troops there to protect all of us. We will have to spare horses for messengers who will carry orders and instructions from a central command.”

As Sarvah speaks, she can see the gears turning in her compatriots’ minds. They dwell on the prospect for a moment, each coming to the same conclusion; it’s a sound plan, and the only one presented to them that does not involve surrendering. The group unanimously agrees to adopt Sarvah’s plan, further adding that with her strategy in place, she would make the best commander. It’s not what she was hoping to hear; Sarvah was hoping to pass the torch of leadership to someone else, focusing on Wildwood and her relationship with Gareth.

Now, however, as the appointed commander of their collective armies, she is trapped between a rock and a hard place.

“With Sarvah leading our troops and our new alliance formed, we can withstand an army of three-thousand brutes!” The black cat woman chirps.

“Indeed! Suddenly, I am less afraid and more hopeful. If we pull together and make this work, my daughter won’t have to grow up a slave to a tyrant.” The black rabbit man adds.

“What should we call ourselves?” The lone human suddenly asks.

“What?” The tigeresque man of the Sightless Eye turns to her.

“Well, we are a ‘tribe of tribes’ and tribes have names. What is our name?” She reiterates.

After a long debate among the members, minus Sarvah, who was more annoyed than anything, they eventually came to a unanimous decision. The tribe of tribes will be known as the ‘Ethical Clan’s Treaty Organization’, or ECTO. Sarvah silently chuckles at the similarities; she received her history lesson from the highly knowledgeable Gareth. With evening approaching, the chieftains return to their quarters for the night, to eat dinner and spend time with their families. Many have long journeys home, and in the next few days they will have to struggle with organizing their battle strategies.

Under the cover of nightfall, Sarvah slips out of her home and toward the gate. With the new organization and her status as supreme commander in place, she can no longer stand it. Walking quietly toward the gate through the mostly sleeping village, she asks the guards to let her out, assuring them that this time, she will be back soon. Sarvah has something important to do; she desperately needs this, and her new allies and the Feather Fingers will simply have to accept it.

Walking through the forest, she returns to Gareth’s tree house. Calling up to him, the rope falls down to the ground. Sarvah quickly climbs up, finding her lover waiting for her. He holds out a hand to her and helps her inside, through a small doorway in the side of his completed one-room home. She rushes into his arms, as if she were falling forward. Pressed tightly against him, she nuzzles his face and squeezes him tightly in her arms. Stroking her back and holding his lover, Gareth kisses her cheek.

Pulling away to look him straight in the eye, they gaze longingly at each other before sharing a series of passionate kisses.

“I can’t wait any longer.” She says between kisses.

“We never talk anymore. Can’t we just cuddle?” He asks jokingly.

“Shut up.” She giggles. “I’m not here to spend the night.”

“You’re not?” Gareth asks, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“No... You’re coming home with me.” She grins.

As an excited Gareth packs his things, she explains the events of the day, summarizing the formation of ECTO and their upcoming plans for a battle strategy. In her time with Gareth, both before he was sent away and when she would visit him in his treehouse, she learned so much about him. Her lover is not only knowledgeable about many historical events on Earth, but is a competent tactician. Having read a book called “The Art Of War” several times over, Gareth has given her every strategy that she’s used so far.

Though she yearns for his affection and support, Sarvah also hopes that he will help her beyond merely holding her up. She hesitates, however, as he already emotionally carries her on his shoulders. Is it fair to even ask? As he slips on his pack, Sarvah says the words.

“I’m thankful for all that you’ve done for me, Gare, and I know this will be a struggle, but may I ask something of you?”

“If this is about helping you with the war, I’m ready for anything. I have a battle plan already thought out if you’d like, and I’ll even lead for you if you don’t want to do it.” He says.

“Gare...” Her eyes well with joyful tears.

“Sarvah...” He wraps his arms around her.

“Why are you so good to me?” She asks with a trembling voice.

“Because I love you. You’ve been there for me at every turn; even when I didn’t deserve it, you were there. I will gladly fight all of your battles for you, if it means keeping you safe.” He says as he strokes her hair.

“I can’t express how much this means to me. I could never have dreamed of such a wonderful partner as you. I love you so much.” She says, crying tears of joy.

“Let’s go home.”

As evening approaches, the soldiers depart and return to their homes, dismissed by general Faye, the Harbinger.

“Would you like me to accompany you?” Balian asks.

“No. I can handle this from here. Go home.” Faye replies.

She walks alone through the darkened streets of the Silver Teeth village, a town constructed similarly to Wildwood but twice the size. Faye heads for a large, two-story manor made of wooden boards and coated with plaster, the home of her king and his family. Entering without permission, as she is the highest officer of his military, she follows the last step of her orders. Climbing the stairs and toward the study, the most likely place Adelram will be, she knocks on the door.

“Come in.” Adelram says with a somewhat pained voice.

Entering the room, Faye stands with wide eyes. Her face flushes visibly as she watches Adelram and Padina. Standing in front of her husband and bent over the rightmost side of the rectangular table in his study, the bear woman’s left side faces Faye. Grunting and drooling, she grips the front and back of the table, her strong arms spread wide and her large breasts smooshed into the wood as Adelram stands naked behind her. With hands on her broad hips, his pelvis and full testicles plop loudly against his Sahvorai wife’s plump, furry buttocks and the flesh of her loins.

Faye watches as the human man has sex with his wife in front of her, grunting and groaning with considerable pleasure.

“Nng! Oh, yeah!” He says.

“Nnf, nnf, nnggaahh!” Padina cries out.

“I-I can come back later...” Faye replies.

“Nonsense! Nng. Just, nng, trying to breed, nng, the next prince. Haha!” Adelram says to Faye.

“Nnf, ahh, we want, hff, one prince, nnf, per territory. Nnf, two more, nnf, to go, ahh!” Padina tells the blushing human woman.

“You can, nng, report now, nng.” Adelram adds.

“Well, uh, after destroying the Fire Heart tribe we, uh... We continued through to that town, Wildwood.” She says.

“Nnf, what a, nnf, nice, nnf, name.” Padina comments.

“W-we lost a lot of good men; the humans of Fire Heart were very strong, but I took care of it.”

“Nng-yeah. Men will die for our utopia. Nng. At least, nng, it was for the, nng, greater good, and, nng, we can, nng, make more.” Adelram says.

“Yeah... S-so we confronted Red Sash and they surrendered. Uhm...” Faye pulls at the collar of her top, growing increasingly uncomfortable. “I left the army behind and took scout group thirteen with me-”

Padina suddenly screams as she orgasms, a clear liquid rushing from her like a geyser and over her husband’s organ. Faye turns to the side, but not completely away; she doesn’t want to disrespect her king, even though the sight makes her very uncomfortable. She spent her sexual maturity unable to find a man that she considered worthy. Gareth was very close; mature, amusing and adventurous, she once considered giving herself to him, but his warm heart seemed to take away from his alpha male status.

At twenty-two and still virginal, Faye watches and listens to Adelram and Padina as they mate like animals. Realizing that he is exactly the kind of man that she’d allow to take her, she laments that he’s married; adultery is a sin. Pulling from his wife, he takes her quivering form and rolls her over. Lying her on her back with her buttocks half on and half off of the table, he rather roughly reinserts himself.

“Nng-yeah. My turn.” He growls.

“Nnf, nnf, nnggaahh!” Padina squeals.

“Continue, nng.” He says to Faye.

“S-so, we marched to Wildwood, conquered a small village of merchants and made the Feather Fingers agree to submit to you.” Faye explains.

“Nng, yes, nng-good! Grrr!” Adelram grunts.

He slams himself into his wife as he finishes, flooding her with his seed. Padina squeals, her own pleasure exploding all over again at the sensation. Faye’s face is beet red as she listens and watches him breed her.

“Mmm, well done!” He says, smacking Padina’s buttocks. “You should take some time off!” He says.

“No, my Lord. I have too much work to do.” Faye replies.

“So be it.” He waves her away.

Faye hastily departs, eager to be out of the room. Closing the door behind her, she returns to her own quarters in the town’s barracks. Inside, Adelram lay over his wife, kissing her neck softly. Remaining fully sheathed within her, they wait for a moment and hold each other. She strokes his head, running her claws through his hair.

“You were right. She’s the best thing to happen to our tribe.” He says.

“I know.” She coos, kissing him softly.