My Marriage journal(teaser)
(New story of comedy and sex see how this is received if this should be a one shot or a series. Plz vote to see and feedback appreciated)
The drums were resounding while the bridesmaids prepared the bride. Her hair being decorated with braids as she got prepared with the beauty of a sixteen year old could have. Wearing a silk loincloth with her family symbol. A veil covering her head her ears pierced with golden rings no shirt that allowed her bosom firm and ample from exercise on the air. As soon as she was ready the mares left her while she breathe in and out. She prepared herself mentally waiting for her husband to be a member from another tribe. She had met the one her new mate will be and had completed a month of living together now they only waited the ceremony for it to begin. Then a shadow covered the sunlight that entered through the door.
"Father" said the mare feeling the familiar scent of his sire and the chieftain Raging Gust. His father an imposing stallion that was the biggest on the herd whose arms could crush rocks and his stomach now gone a gut had once held a twelve pack but still his strength was still talked about and respected. He wore the traditional loincloth that marked him as the leader along the traditional paints on his muzzle that marked him for his strength and battle wisdom.
He stood in front of her with piercing eyes staring into her "Daugther" he said "You´re sacrifice is understand and applauded" said the father in a stoic voice. Then closed his eyes with as he remembered the deal his daughter was going through his body not betraying him as it hid his undying rage he felt right now. His daughter the paragon the grassland blades a proud warrior that challenged and defeated every stallion that went against her. Many warriors and hunters had gone behind her and propose and she had defeated every single one of them on tests of strength and fights. She was his pride and joy an outstanding warrior that never ceased of making him proud. "I wish you the best of luck now my child" said fighting the urge of grabbing his daughter and run faster than the wind. His daughter deserved a real warrior a man of her tribe a warrior that could hold her how she deserved. But now she was being married off to someone that didn´t deserve to be near her. His blood still boiled just remembering when they were presented.
Flashback
The meeting was in order both leaders had a custom meeting of the groom and the soon to be mate. They had chosen a neutral place an old hut that was in between the territories to discuss it his daughter at his right. And the other chieftain with his son outside. Then he entered the hut a child who had just saw more than ten summers he had a slim body figure and his mane was color black his chest fur was the same color as mahogany. His arms seemed to belong more of a mare. For a moment he thought of pointing out that he was a mare or a stallion. Then the chieftain presented him
"This is my son Javas he has entered his thirteen summer and by law he is on marry able age" said Javas father "I believe your daughter is near her age so I think they would be good together" "Are you joking? My daughter is a strong and a proud warrior although young she had proved herself to have the markings of being just as a great warrior as I was. I shall not gave it to him!" he said angered by tis his daughter deserved better. Scaring the child by his tone. Then his daughter touched his shoulder "Father permission to speak" she said in a quiet voice he stared before nodding "I believe if this benefits both of our tribes then shall be done" she said in a firm but quiet voice "Moonbeam" his father said "I am the grasslands blades chieftain´s daughter therefore I´ll do whatever it takes" she said with conviction and resolve. He looked at her and noticed she was looking down fists being closed with so much strength that they were turning white his daughter was also angry at this but she was his daughter and was willing to sacrifice so much, not respecting her decision would be the greatest disrespect towards her. As much as he hated to admit it this was for the best. The joint forces of the tribes would make them stronger and it would benefit everybody.
The meeting ended and went back to their tribes his daughter was so angry her face was red and was looking down the whole way home.
End of Flashback
He still hated the idea that he had to give up his daughter. His Moonbeam that trained harder than anyone. That spent late in the night training by herself and woke up early to keep training before the instruction of the battle masters that fought hard against the best warriors surpassing them on strength or battle wisdom. And now being given like this he should declare the war but then the tribe would suffer. And he hated it with all his soul. She was so strong beautiful and amazing warrior yet she was being married off to that weakling that hadn´t had his first blood yet it was just disgusting.
And the month they lived together how that weakling that refused to kill a mere bug or turned green when rabbit got skinned he should be grateful he is allowed to be on just his presence! He was barely worthy of staring her! He couldn´t even fathom how the outrage behind the stoic face of his daughter was now fighting.
Indeed she was being marrying off so the tribes could share the vast green lands so they could forage and trade knowledge on farming that so they could find better food along with sharing their warriors. On other times they would had raided the tribe but now they didn´t had that choice it was this or starving and the chieftain offered his daughter to the first seat of the tribe his lovely Moonbeam her eyes silver like the moon, her fur black like the fresh earth with a white line dividing her muzzle after a rain and her mane stark white as the moonlight as it gets. But what truly separate her was her muscles her six pack of years of training with her herd mates, her arms strong enough decorated, usually by the countless scars of her training and battle inside and outside of the tribe, that competed with the battle masters, of her tribe now hidden behind the cloth in different colors her legs capable of running miles that gave her the right to be the next chieftain as she was a strong warrior and considered one of the best scouts they had to offer.
"Daughter you are ready" he said in a cold tone mascaraing his inner thoughts "We can still run away and declare the war. Just give the order" he pleaded on his mind
"It's okay father I am. Now please leave I wish to be alone" she said withou t showing her emotions. Finally she was alone. She stared at herself on the bowl of water near her feet she stared her face.