Author's Note

Hi noob author here, this story was inspired by elements from Mystic cypher (i liked the Pantheon), XY chromosome(yes I'm that horny - the princesses mom was very interesting) and the FOE series(warning *reasonable* bashing alert)

This is my way of both creating an original universe with some elements blended and used in a way I think is satisfactory

AGAIN I AM A GREEN LEAF WRITER!!

1. A single drop upon the rivers of destiny

A single drop

A single soul

A single heart beat

Awaken Mannaz!

Where the hell am I. All I saw was darkness, I tried to remember who I was and where I was.

John that’s the first thing I remembered about myself, oddly enough my last name remained lost to me no matter how much I tried, so I continued to search my mind.

Memories of my life on…Earth and…job? Things I couldn’t help but remember with uncertainty everything being fuzzy as if…as if my brain couldn’t handle such complex memories.

But they’re there that’s what reassured me, in time they will return, I told myself despite having no reason to believe that.

The last thing I remember was…was…dammit. Oh yes I was driving to my nephews birthday day, she was turning ‘Bzzt!’ Years old…seriously numbers are hard to recall now!?

But even so I still didn’t where I was. It was warm, wet and…I’m not breathing – I’m not breathing! Yet I’m not panicking, as if this is natural considering that I don’t feel like I’m suffocating, but I still tried using my senses to atleast find out what was my environment.

Its too dark so there goes using my eyes…which I couldn’t open to begin with. Tried my sense of touch, it felt like I was submerged in some warm liquid which felt right…safe even, a calming effect, which was probably why I wasn’t panicking now. I’m not even going to try taste, and smell is not even an option considering my non-working lungs.

To further test my sense of touch I tried moving my arm, mind you I tried to slowly move it, imagine my surprise when the appendage immediately struck the ‘wall’ of my environment.

‘What the-?’ AUGHHH! ‘Wait I heard something!’

I struck again, by accident, another cry of pain.

And again, on purpose this, now a choked cry.

What the hell, Those cries they…let me try to remember…YES they belong to woman, where is she? And why is she in pain whenever I touch(hit) those…meaty walls…

And the way those cries are transmitted its almost as if I’m…inside of – Oh oh oooohhhhhhhhhh!

Wait that doesn’t make any sense how I could I be a fetus/baby again!!? I started panicking now, noticing how my heart beat matched with my – No no NO!

Hey atleast my hearing works, was a random thought in the now chaotic environment known as my mind.

‘This IS a dream obviously all I need to do is relax and it will all over’ I smugly reassured myself.

1 hour later

‘Okay this is one long ass dream! Fuck!!’ I felt nothing but dread at the situation, yet some semblance of hope that this is real – why because despite not being able to fully remember my past life, not even what he was, he knew his life sucked.

A gut feeling. A fresh start wouldn’t hurt.

He’s senses got better so much so that he can now tell that there is another heat source next to him within his Mom’s womb.

I have a twin? Sweat. My forgotten God I’m way to calm right now.

Hopefully it’s the late stage of pregnancy considering I’m developed enough to hurt mom from in here, I can already count the amount of ass-kissing I’ll do to get rid of that guilt.

In the mean time let’s see what my baby or even fetal body can do, hey this is a rare chance to explore and FEEL how it’s like to still be cooking in the oven.

2 Weeks later

Has a ‘month’ passed already, I seriously don’t know, but either way for the sake of my sanity my little exploration of my baby body has proved fruitful, I’m now capable of moving my limbs without hitting my mom and yes I’m clapping for myself in my womb-home to celebrate.

I don’t know how or, whether or not this made sense, but by focusing on my ears I can now hear muffled noises outside of my womb-home, voices and…moans which I chalked up to just that these fleshy walls are to thick for my ‘super’ baby ears.

Well I hoped so because my mom, who I can hear a lot more clearly, other than speaking a language I never heard of, made weird…sensual noises too like a lot – at a daily basis - and I could’ve sworn she interacts with…multiple…people most of the times making gurgling, sucking noise.

I started recognizing these noises, at first I thought my dumbass dad could not wait until we were born having been used to how he sounds, considering he is the one who hangs around my mother the most, than came the multiple deep masculine voices combined with her noises of pleasure, is my mother a whore!!??

What about my father!? I can most of the time hear he’s muffled voice among the GROUP of men whom I’m sure are having their way with his wife?/girlfriend?/PREGNANT ‘beneficiary’ friend?/ I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!?

The situation became worse when my ‘super’ sense allowed to me to feel something entering and leaving in a constant pattern within mothers body specifically what I assumed is her anus, SERIOUSLY! Well atleast it’s not her vagina, how considerate of them I GUESS!!

I turned my body to my still ‘dormant’ twin scrunching up my baby features into a look of pity, even though I couldn’t look at him with my shut eyes, once we’re born I just knew our lives are going to be filled so much drama.

I tried to search for something to distract me from the outside happenings, listening to my mothers heart beat, moving my limbs around the womb and poking my sibling in annoying fashions receiving no response, and surprisingly enough my heat detection senses got so good I can actually detect heat sources outside of my mom at a large range – am I a snake? ‘People’ moving…hmm, working?, and…other stuff I don’t want to talk about which are happening in the middle of everything else every day.

And about the ‘moving’ around thing something is not right, the women judging by their higher internal temperature are crawling, I think, at first I thought that they were just the many ‘pets’ this tribe or village had(‘ the setting and number of ‘people’ is too small to be anything other’ I thought)

But no those are woman, who can stand, as I sensed in what I presume to be inside a shelter if the preserved heat is any indication where they (‘sigh’ – did I sigh in my head?) did the ‘deeds’ plural…

Man what’s wrong with these ‘people’!?

It’s always sex, sex, sex, SEX.

And about the whole ‘working’ going on its all just the men, no women is working with them, whether it be setting another shelter or hunting maybe, my range has a limit so I can’t say I know what they do whenever they leave the tribe or village even. Let’s just say the dynamics are pretty regressive and overall disturbing seeing as the women either stand sit, crawl and…that.

Dead things lose heat after a while which means they brought animals, oddly enough it seems like they don’t eat them, I can feel the fires around the village yet none of them brought them there to cook, maybe they did after the meat lost all its heat who knows.

Sometimes they bring living things…of the…female heat signature…

Please don’t tell me if it’s really what I think it is. But I couldn’t ignore how the male heat signatures usually grouped around the ‘captured’ prey and…

Now I really wished this was a dream.

1 Week later

What am I. Because there’s no way I’m human, I think, if my enhanced senses while as an UNBORN baby wasn’t a redflag I’m pretty this is.

As I waited for my ‘birthday’ I tried looking internally to distract myself from the debauchery and most likely rape happening in the outside world, looking within myself to see if maybe I can feel things like blood flow and maybe even nerve pulses to see how good are my unnatural senses.

But I found something, some weird almost liquidy and almost ‘non-existent’ substance which gave me the impression of ink which was weird, it felt natural to my body yet so unnatural to my human mind.

So I did the most rational thing anyone who’d have done, I poked and probed it trying to make it do something, this was a better way to pass time other than moving my baby limbs around calling it ‘Karate’.

Well my efforts were rewarded as I felt the strange inky substance flow throughout my body, chills across my baby spine, it had no heat and my eyes were closed yet I could see it somehow – a white aura.

It collected itself onto my fingers, ‘Waiting for release?’ I determined, at first I thought I could shoot laser from my fingers but I started to doubt that as the weird ‘energy’ was too viscous(Once again reminding him of ink) to be anything like light, it made me feel stronger though more energized.

I have powers. I thought the whole super senses was crazy enough but nope, HOLY SHIT.

Which brings me to now where I’m moving the substance throughout my body getting a feel of it, it’s texture, flow and overall nature.

And about the whole build up in my fingers to be released thing, I tested that by excreting it on my body, I wasn’t going to put it on my mom or brother fearing it might be like acid. I wrote my name showing itself in the form of white light with my ‘energy’ sense before it disappeared ONLY after I either commanded it to or absorbed the substance back into my body.

Drawings, other people’s names that I could remember, numbers and more.

‘Am I the only one?’ I thought in the midst of my excitement, trying to feel the same ‘magical energy’ in my surroundings. And yes my brother(figured out our sex during my ‘exploration’) has it too, a lot of it but his is colored gold, we were quite unique as everyone around us(thus my mother too) was blue,but theirs was a lesser volume than ours for some reason, our father’s energy is larger than the rest but still incredibly small compared to ours, well mine is bigger than my brother’s something I’m going to tease him about once we’re born and out of this god forsaken orgy village.

Apparently my little exploration and testing of this magical energy has made it grow larger but also easier to control, I can even suppress it to a very small degree too.

‘God I hope they have something similar to scouters, the dragon ball-like scenarios are gonna be crazy’ I thought with glee.

But I immediately calmed myself when I noticed something interesting in outside world, just like what I determined they expelled the energy from their fingers to write things, on themselves, surroundings and even weapons I believe noticing the weird blue symbols floating on the side of their hips.

Runes, those were Runes.

The male signatures had runes drawn on their arms, legs, armor and weapons (The men here being the only ones carrying them) the female signatures on the other were very complicated, there were more female signatures than male most of them *sort of* don’t have any runes on them with some(being the newest additions I mentioned before) having many, many runes across their bodies. Why and what do they do, well considering how things work here I pretty sure the answer is going to make sick to my stomach especially noting how “constricted” the newer female signatures seemed and what the male signatures that pass by do to them.

And about the whole “sort of” concerning the majority of the female signatures and including my mother, at first I missed them but when I really focus on them I noticed that they all had runes NOT on their bodies but inside their heads.

Carefully observing them I learned that could decipher that these very “ancient” runes were blocking nerve pulses within their brains

What the fuck.

3 Days later

The runes speak to me.

Not just the runes. The patches of grass, the wildlife sensed by my even more expanded range of heat, sound and magic, and even the magic in the air resonated with me, a mixture of different energies from different species and powers.

I can now decipher all the runes I’ve seen, all of which felt like they’ve been burned in my mind, forever remembered of their nature and purpose. This was a weird experience by itself.

Strength, speed, durability, elemental and psychic

Sensitivity, paralysis, weakening, pain and mind control

That’s the general purposes I got from all the runes I’ve seen on the men and women of this village, then came the ones inside of mother and others like her’s heads – old ancient runes, crude (and very corrupted) writings that still did the “job”, that are automatically passed on and affect generations of these women into becoming…extremely retarded.

Horrifying enough these runes like the others are permanently saved in my mind, I can’t forget them no matter how hard I try.

Shit shit shit shit SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!

‘God fucki-‘ before cussing a shit storm, I felt a rumble in my womb-home

‘What the hell?’ Oooouh!! ‘Whats wrong with her?’

Than it clicked to me. Her water broke, my time here has reached its end.

After some time Inside the chieftain hut of Dvalinn

A naked anthropomorphic doe cries under labour’s pains while laying on a fur blanket.

Magic candles lit the home.

Surrounded by other naked hinds/does who were trying to help during her labour.

“Come on! You don’t want to disappoint your master!”

“If you can’t do this master will punish you again!”

“He’ll punish all of us if she fails to deliver!!”

“Push! Push! This is the only thing you’re good at don’t fail this”

Was the many “encouraging” words sent to the female stag in pain, which oddly worked as she pushed harder with a scream.

“I can see a head keep pushing!”

She drew on more of her strength, grinding her teeth, which proved enough as the first child was painfully delivered, a healthy male kid with rich brown fur.

“The kid is born and he’s a healthy boy too, I’m going to tell master!” said one of the hinds, joy very apparent as she runs on her knees outside the hut.

“W-wait Augh! There’s another o-o-one! UUUUUAAA!” cried the mother of one, for now.

Which reached deaf ears as a large muscular male stag with dark Grey fur and unkempt black hair and beard, the only thing ensuring he wasn’t completely naked being his leather loincloth – which had runed stone sword strap, which as you can imagine looked like a jagged sharpened rock than a sword.

Chief Dvalinn of the Brave hoof tribe was his name, his gaze settling on his wife, Sif, who was still in labour. He snorted with indifference as that is not why he was here “Where is he?! Bring me my son!” he shouted at the hinds.

One of them, on her knees brought the first born to him, he gently took the now crying child and looked at the baby with pride “Yes! After so many years of trying with this useless bitch of your mother! Finally I have a child of my blood!!!”

He laughed in jubilation, “Auuuuuaaaghh!!” His mood soured hearing his mate’s pained cry, snarling “Be quiet you dumb cunt, I don’t want this moment ruined by annoying cries!!”

“I’m sorry master!” she said through gritted teeth trying to suppress her pained cries, tears gushing from Sif’s eyes.

He ignored her, now intently looking at his baby son, ‘If the seer’s prophecy is true then you are the one to unite our tribes and conquer this nation under Caribou law ,and dominance’ He thought with a beaming smile on his rough visage “My decision is made. I shall name you Dàinn the one who shall guide the minds of men! Show all females in their place! The coming king of the Caribou nation!” his visage becoming even more savage noticing the golden glowing eyes of his son “No. The GOD to conqueror this world!!”

He laughed madness clear in his eyes not noticing he’s doe trying to get his attention, but eventually did “What is it!?! Can’t you see I’m busy!? I will punish you all for this!” angrily shouted the aging stag.

The hinds whimpered shakingly pointed at one of the deers acting as the wet nurse, who sadly looked at a sickly looking white furred baby in her arms and now at the unmoving body of his mother, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

Dvalinn blinked and briefly gazing at his mate’s corpse, he focused on the child in the doe’s arms “What…” confusion clear in his eyes ‘The seer stated the destined King was the only child I had, so how!?’ He walked over to the bowing wet nurse who reached out the pale child to him.

“No, this can’t be!!” fearing the prophecy being false he stretched his arm to the second child. He noticed some things, the child was sickly pale, even with white fur, the baby was small compared to Dàinn who was as big as a 5 month old – his second son, he picked up, looked even smaller than the average baby that was just born.

Agitated he tried to look for a pulse, very weak, and breathing, very weak too. ‘The child does not have long to live’ especially considering he has not cried, He sighed in relief ‘In a way I still have a chance to only have one child’ he thought before grimacing realizing that he’s too happy at the prospect of losing a son.

‘Dammit!’ even so he couldn’t just leave his second son without doing something, the tribe would question him on why he so easily dismissed the life of a potential warrior stag as if it’s a doe, ‘Wait…’ he picked up his second son handing Dàinn to the wet nurse who cradled him as if her life depended on him.

“The trial of life and strength” Dvalinn muttered, the hinds caught what he said their eyes widening but none of them commented on it.

The trial itself was a way to test a young stag’s will to live by leaving them into the frozen forest where they have to find their way back via surviving their harsh environment, ages varying from young adulthood to Immediately after their born, generally stags avoid the last option even more so nowadays as enemy tribes and clans, consisting of other Caribou(Truly the greater threats whom continuously try to dominate each other and fuse their tribes, a way to test the strength of their stags) , foxes(Those nonsensical clans ruled by women of all things, with weak foolish and dwindling men, especially that damn near impenetrable ‘Tamamo empire’ ruled by that nine-tailed slut), bears(Big and strong, but terribly misguided, they think females stand equal to men? Ha!), owls (Arrogant fools who make it too easy especially their obviously stupid and curvy hens, some nice good added cunts for my tribe, who make the most wonderful expressions after they learned of their new unusable wings) and crows(Their men are smart and very crafty whom utilize incredibly well made weapons, why not join the Caribou? Must be their dumb female birds spreading lies about their “own” worth and intelligence to the gullible males) whom have become more violent against them and each other too.

‘But even so as chief my word is law, I must do this for the Caribou’s destined glory!’

His decision was made.

15 minutes later

Dvalinn’s tribe was large holding many stag warriors, and hinds to please them however they wished, huts and tents acted as their homes with the chief staying in the largest one in the tribe.

Not just Caribou filled the village other species too, of the female sex, many owls and some crow hens(and fewer bears, two heavily bound ones) too all of which were captured during their hunts and brought back as sex slaves.

One type of animal was seen, many of them, either tied to posts like a dog, in pens or having “fun” with a doe or one of their captured prisoners.

Large derpy looking beasts, one of which expelled fire from its maw.

Snow and dirt covered the land with trees visible at a distance, it was sunrise and many stags can be seen moving around, cooking, cleaning, standing, sparing, practicing rune magic and ofcourse fucking.

The chiefs hut was found in the middle of the tribe where Dvalinn emerged holding two babies in his arms, he looked to his left seeing one of his guards having his way with a doe, specifically the one who was among the other hinds in his hut and ventured out to tell him the news.

Rolling his eyes before angrily getting his attention “Hey you!! Stand attention now!!” causing the buck to jump, startled and separating himself from the doe who moaned in dissatisfaction, picking up his weapon and loincloth in the process.

“Chief Dvalinn, I apologize for leaving my station!” he squeaked out, irritating the larger grey stag “Enough of that! Call a public meeting now! That’s an order!”

The guard hurriedly nodded and ran off, Dvalinn huffed before setting his gaze at the doe who was looking at him with hungry eyes.

He looked her, then his loincloth, then back at her “Make yourself useful slut” a simple demand that caused elation within the doe who proceeded to enthusiastically crawl to him.

The chief sighed feeling her get to work ‘A good way to pass time as always’

Another 15 minutes

A large crowd of Caribou gathered near the chieftains hut, some stags brought their hinds with them(carrying them over their shoulders) and some others prisoners they’ve taken a liking too, one especially large and buff stag brought with him one of the captured female bears (Thick with fat and muscle) who sat on the cold snowy floor, her body littered with runes and bound by chains on her arms, legs, nipples, and muzzled too. A chained thick leather collar around her neck like all the women here. Weak hateful growls can be heard from her, showing that hate was the only thing keeping a will intact at this point, her near vacant eyes roaming the around.

The stags had the focus on their chief, the strongest and most skilled stag in their village chief Dvalinn, they noticed whom he carried in his arms.

“He has produced heirs?”/”I knew it!”/”After so long, by the great winter I hope they’re boys”

Was the many hushed comments going around the stags, whom became quiet after noticing their chief was about to speak.

“Brothers!! This a day to remember!! For I have produced a son!! Cheer for my heir my first born son Dàinn!!!” he declared while raising his first born to the crowd.

The crowd boomed with cheers, all which praising the young Dàinn’s name.

Dvalinn’s expression took on a sombre visage causing the cheers to slowly dwindle as confusion took over the crowd.

“With the good news of my first son comes the bad news of my second son…he is dying” said Dvalinn with a sad tone apparent in his words, the crowd was shocked.

“Can’t anything be done for the child” asked one skinny stag who had glowing runes across his arms and face/muzzle, a runemaster.

Dvalinn shook his head “No wise one, not even runes can fix his fate” the runemaster bowed his head “I’m sorry my chief…”

The truth is Dvalinn wasn’t sure if the runes would work or not, he just wants the child gone to complete the prophecy.

“I understand brother, and I know you all understand my sorrow knowing how much I worked and struggled to finally have a child” the stags in the crowd nodded, the bound bear despite losing much of her fight couldn’t help but deadpan hearing his words.

“Thus I saw a simple burry to be too lacking in honour, so I shall inact the trial of life and strength!!” He declared ‘Yes this way I don’t have to directly take his life without breaking our laws’

This shocked the crowd to complete silence “W-what?” was one shaken response from a young stag.

Dvalinn’s visage became that of anger “I shall not give my late son a simple death he’s must be given the chance to fight and prove his strength in the wilds!! If he lives he shall be known as the greatest among all caribou!!!”

Some stags in the crowd got their barring and started cheering in agreement, most of them only nodding or still remained unsure.

Not long all of them cheered him on fully swayed by his words.

He chuckled darkly.

‘Perfect’

End