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Atheistic to the point of fanaticism, there you have me in a nutshell.
Kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change, never.
_ Marquis De Sade
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It was the year of 3546 of the Emperor's blessing. The season was Midtide, a time of flowers, birds, bees, storks and procreation.
Young Nemelas of his name, staunch young adult aged twenty was hunting in a deep dark wood.
Fool they had called him when he said were he was going to hunt...but he would shut their rotten-teethed mouths when he came with the biggest dire-deer they had seen..
Yes he would.. and then sweet, sweet Carmela would see how brave he was, perhaps she would let his head rest in the doves that were her ample luscious, huge, melon sized busom. her busom.. Nemelas's groin shuddered at that though... but the sight of old lady Barrenby with her saggy tits and hairy upper lip killed his excitment right there and then...
He knew they lived in the grove by the center of the forest... but to get there, he would have to face dangers aplenty. Dire-ants, dire-dandylions, dire-colibris and dire-toads were just some of the species that inhabited the dark shadowy woods...
Nemelas entered the forest when sun was just a lightspot on the horizon, the shadows were long. He had to wake very early unlike usual, his still present morning wood making his walking a bit stiff, he had no time to take care of business that morning, rushed as he was.
Moving like a shadow, his fat-cat liek reflexes permitted him to make good time to his destiny, avoiding danger and those pesky dandylions.
When the sun was in it’s zenith, he arrived at the groove. A big lake with bushy margins occupied most of the grove.. yonder, an ancient bridge built by unkown artificers gave crossing between the the river that fed the lake.
Nemelas sat and waited for his chance.. the heat was high, he would just have to wait that the dire-deers would have come to drink.
Not long he had to wait until he saw a dire-deer coming to sate his thirst.. The almost-docile creature stopped , looked around and started to drink. It was Nemela’s cue. He picked hi sbow, and with a straight shot, missed the deer completly. The dire-deer looked and saw movement from where Nemelas stood…
The creatured reared it’s head and charged Nemelas, who did what brave men do when charged by a dire-anything .. he ran for his life
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