Once every hundred years. That is all I ask for, is that once every hundred years, the humans can offer me one woman as a sacrifice. Not girl, woman. With hips, chest, and knows what sex is.
What do I get? This thing.
I stand in front of the little quivering ball of
white. The dress is too big on her. Or it could just be that she's wearing too many layers. Her hair is pinned tightly too her head, and I don't doubt it hurts. She's too pale, no matter what her normal skin color is.
Crouching, I run a hand through my hair. I'd talked with the person in charge of these things before, and she'd seemed like a sensible person. Looks like I was wrong.
"Come her little one," I murmur to the shaking girl. "I'm not going to hurt you."
She whimpers as I pull her close, and the feeling of bare skin seems to scare her- I'm not wearing a shirt. I tease the pins in her hair loose so they fall to the marble floor. Her hair is soft under my hands and falls to about her waist. I cup her face, and feel that her skin is wet- she's been crying.
At this point I start feeling like a bastard and child molester.
Gently, I make her look up at me- and stare into the most amazing eyes I have ever seen, and this is even with knowing gods and heroes. Her eyes are a rich gold with flecks of green in them, and I understand why this girl was given to me.
"You're eyes are beautiful," I tell her quietly.
She shakes her head the tiniest bit. "They're cursed," she whispers.
I growl low in my chest and she flinches. "Shh," I soothe her. "How old are you?"
"12," she whispers. I wanted to stab myself in the foot with a blunt sword. In my opinion, no female is ready for sex until 18 when her body is fully shaped. Those eyes will be haunting me this entire time
"Do you know who I am?"
"The wolf god," she answers. The whispering is starting to get annoying so I tickle her neck. She lets out a shriek of laughter.
"There we go," I say. She stares at me with wide eyes. I smile warmly at her. "Yes, I am the wolf god. And I take care of pups." Even if they will be my mate in a few years. I stand, lifting her with me and she grabs my shoulders tightly. "Let's get you out of these ridiculous clothes into something more comfortable."
"Alright," her voice is slightly louder then a whisper now, and her skin has some color to it.
"Good girl. What's your name?"
"You can call me Royce."
Now I'm confused. "What for?"
"For not hurting me."
I kiss her forehead. "I don't hurt pups."