Jen - Prototype Character Developement & short Teaser Sto...
I decided to do this quicky because I need to release all my deer waifu ideas that I have right now. In case you interested, you find a little teaser story here in the description. No smut. Just a little world building so you get the setting where she lives. Enjoy!
Note: Jen, Nova and Lizzy sharing the same timeframe.
Teaser Story
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Der Bote
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Ding-ding, ding-ding.
People, listen to the royal ambassador!
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
People, listen to the royal ambassador!
The hunter slowly wakes up from his deep sleep.
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
"Damn, what the...?" the hunter mumbles sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"Hunter?! Are you there?!"
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
"Yes, yes, wait!" Calls the hunter. The sun has risen already. It's cold in the log cabin. The fire has burned down. Frost covers the small windows. The hunter jumps out of bed, slips into his warm boots and throws on a thick coat. Yawning and rubbing his beard, he unlocks the heavy door and opens it. A cold breeze and loose fresh snow bursts into the cabin.
"Shit!" he swears annoyed, as he watches for the ambassador in the glaring light.
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
"I'm here! What's going on?!" he shouts in the direction of the ringing while scratching the back of his head. A few dozen yards away at the forest edge, standing beside his horse in the knee-deep snow, the royal messengers. Wrapped in a thick uniform coat. Around his neck on a heavy chain, the polished golden badge. The official identifying mark of the royal intelligence services. Behind him three cavalry soldiers in winter armor, still mounted on their horses, silently surveying the surroundingsDing-ding, ding-ding.
The ambassador rings the signal bell again and pulls out a sealed document. "Hunter! Hark to the royal ambassador!"
"Bentz?! ... I heard you! What up?! Calls the hunter while shielding his eyes with his hand against the bright sunlight.
" Won't you ask us to come to you??" Bentz calls out to him.
"Yes, yes of course!" Replies the hunter, somewhat annoyed, beckoning him over. As if he had any other choice. The royal ambassador has authority. His word is the king's word.
Bentz signals the soldiers to follow him. Firmly he trudges through the snow towards the log. Once under the canopy, Bentz shakes the snow off his legs. The soldiers continue to sit on their horses. Each watches the forest and the clearing in one direction. The hunter eyes them in wonder, before looking back to Bentz, who regains his posture and pulls a sealed envelope from a leather pocket.
"Um... what takes you to me in the wilderness? And why is the cavalry with you? Did I do something wrong?" Escorts for the ambassadors are normal, but most of the time just a single guard is with them in case there is an important message or valuable goods have to be transported.
"Not at all, dear hunter. I am only here to convey a mission to you." Replies Bentz with his usual smug smile. "Aren't you going to invite me inside? It's a bit cold out here."
"Yeah, sure. Come on in."
Bentz knocks off his boots and follows the hunter into the cabin. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. It's been a long time since we've met, and I was beginning to think you were already hunting, or deceased, given to the circumstances."
"What?! Why that?! What's the point of all this? Why do you have the whole cavalry with you? I didn't do anything wrong. The winter quota is fulfilled." Says the hunter as he assembles new firewood for the fireplace. "Jen! Fire! Tea for..." He pauses for a moment. "Surely you're having some, too? And the guys out there?" Bentz just nods as he sits down at the table.
"Tea for six!".
"Apparently you're not alone anymore. It's lonely out here, isn't it?" Benz notes as he slips off his gloves and opens his coat.
"Jen?!... Damn!" Calls the hunter as he struggles with the kindle on the fireplace.
"No! Yes! Sort of. I've had company for a while." Says the hunter.
"Oho, a hot lady from Rixburg?" Bentz asks.
"No."
"Better that way. They're always way too cocky for their rank." Remarks Bentz as he surveys the room.
Footsteps can be heard from the next room. "Jen!" the hunter calls impatiently.
"I'm already here."
Jen enters the main room, a blanket wrapped around under her arms. Bentz grins mischievously, eyeing the female Rau Wild in amazement. "Well, look at that... I didn't expect that now."
The hunter lights the fire and stands up again. Then he gestures outward to the somewhat confused Jen. "Bentz, let me introduce you, Jen. Jen, this is Bentz, emissary of the royal intelligence service of His Majesty Ekarius Seitz the 1st of Hochwald, bearer of glad and not so glad tidings. His word is the king's word." the hunter hastily introduces the two to each other. "Get dressed quickly, and then set up the tea."
"Of course," Jen replies, somewhat confused, and disappears back into the other room.
Bentz looks after her in amazement. The hunter sits at the table.
"Nice company you got yourself there. There aren't that many of them left. I've heard that further up north they're sometimes still kept as slaves. You're not going to do business with these... "savages”?" asks Benz with a somber expression.
"The king banned slavery and trade deals with the ice people a long time ago. That's well known out here, too." Replies the hunter. "You know me. I'm a law abiding citizen."
"Then how does a lone hunter like you get to her? Did she run to you?"
"Something like that. She helps me hunting and take care of all this. She's here by choice. She can leave at any time."
"Unusual." Says Bentz quietly as he looks at the hunter with narrowed eyes. The hunter returning his gaze without expression.
Bentz face relaxes. He slaps his hand on the table and says happily, "well, let's get to business. First question. Did the Transmitter (message bird) delivered the message two months ago?"
"I didn't receive anything."
"Are you sure? Well, that explains a lot."
"Explains what?" asks the hunter.
"Your carelessness." retorts Benzt. The hunter looks at him in confusion.
"Did something happen?"
Bentz rises from the chair, clears his throat as he opens the sealed envelope, unfolds the document and begins to read.
"Royal order to the hunters and militia of the Empire.
Current situation:
The plague of the Timberwolf has been spreading for several years to an unseemly extent within our borders. In addition to the damage that the farmers' guild has to endure to animals and soil, since last winter the civilian population in border regions, mainly smaller villages and homesteads, has suffered increased losses of shelter, life and limb. These losses are far beyond tolerance levels.
Within the last four months, fifty-four farms were destroyed on the territory of the Voreiswand, including people and animals. Two hundred and thirty-three citizens were torn appart. Countless are missing, including seventeen Royal Ambassadors. Four border observation posts were destroyed. The County of Mittwald and Flammenberg has already mobilized their militia. The Empire is also mobilizing parts of the army and drafting Landsers for training and reinforcement."
Bentz clears his throat again as he turns the page.
"The following order is issued:
The hunters, gamekeepers and the free imperial militia are to participate in the hunt to contain the plague, using all means, life and limb. Thus, is demanded report of sightings of the Timberwolves to follow up, to indicate sightings, to follow up these, to eliminate the wolf and to prove the elimination.
The proof of a head remunerates the kingdom of hunting with one ounce of gold each or equivalent in platinum or silver. Other precious metals or dates for exclusive commissions in royal forges or iron cutting shops."
"Not bad at all," murmurs the hunter. Bentz continues.
"If a hunter is known to fail in his duty, he will be stripped of his rank and sentenced to at least ten years in the dungeon. The order and the duties and rights associated with it, are effective upon receipt of the order. Exempt from the duty are those who are neither mentally nor physically in the condition to comply with it. The determination is up to the ambassador." Bentz taps himself on the chest while looking at the hunter.
"Attempted bribery and conspiracy, is punishable by execution. His Majesty King Ekarius Seitz the 1st of Hochwald, drawn by order of Field Marshal von Rabenstein."
Bentz, sits down again, folds the document and hands it to the hunter. He grabs it and skims over again with strain.
"I killed one of them three or four weeks ago. Went into the pit. Should have saved it for tomorrow."
"Well, I can't offer you anything retroactively. Anyway. You see, the situation is... um... difficult. The king is serious, and for once not just because one of his breeding farms in the north now looks like a horse slaughterhouse."
"Well, they're not that active around here than usual. Care for a little warm-up?" The hunter pulls a bottle from under the table and hands it to Bentz, who gratefully accepts and elaborates.
"For the moment, maybe. But that will change quickly if extensive hunting starts soon." Says Bentz as he tips the rum into one of the glasses on the table.
"My rifle needs maintanance. Can I charge it to the arms master?" Asks the hunter. Bentz thinks for a moment, downs the shot and says.
"Your quotas are good. You're modest." Bentz reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small pouch.
"Small loan from the king. The iron cutters know about the situation. If it takes longer than three days, remind him you're acting by kings order. You have priority over his side orders."
Jen walks into the room, dressed in a skimpy apron and carrying a tray with a pot of tea and several mugs.
"Damn it, Jen, you should put some clothes on." Admonishes her, the hunter.
"I put some clothes on," Jen pouts. Bentz eyes her with interest as she serves the tea.
"Thank you very much, beautiful." Bentz thanks her politely with a nod and looks to the hunter with a grin.
"Shall I go out and bring the soldiers their tea?" asks Jen.
"No, no. It's better I do that. Put on some more firewood." The hunter hastily replies as he grabs three mugs of tea and heads for the door. Jen goes to the stove, leans down and starts stoking the fire. Slowly, the temperature in the cabin rises. As the door closes behind the hunter, Bentz looks at Jen who`s kneeling on the floor, readying new logs in front of the fire.
"How come?"
"What?" asks Jen without looking up.
"You. Here. With my old friend. Not out in the wilderness somewhere on a raid. Not hanging from an ice man's torture stake. Not getting traded at some illegal slave market. The way you're look… I'm sure some minions would lay down a good sum for you."
"I want to be here with him." Jen looks to Bentz. Behind his friendly expression, icy cold calculation. Ambassadors are no mere mailmen.
"Your kind has become rare around here." Notes Bentz as he takes a sip of tea.
"We'll stay out of your way." Replies Jen quietly as she stands up, smooths her apron and looks directly at him. Bentz looks back sharply. No more kindness in his light gray eyes.
"Ever eaten human flesh?".
"No!" Jen replies irritably.
"Show me your teeth." demands Bentz.
"No!" Jen replies to him defiantly, without breaking eye contact.
"Show. Me. Your. Teeth." Bentz ordered again, slowly.
The door opens. The hunter steps back inside and slams the door quickly to keep the cold out. Immediately, he notices Jen standing tensely beside the fire, exchanging icy glances with Bentz.
"Do we have a problem?" the hunter asks as he looks back and forth between the two.
"He wants to see my teeth." answers Jen without taking her eyes off Bentz, who by now is sitting casually on the chair again, looking friendly. The hunter groans.
"Go on, show him."
"But..."
"Do it." Demands the hunter emphatically. Bentz has put on his broad smile again. He emphasizes the hunter's request with a hand gesture. Jen steps closer, leans forward a bit, and bares her teeth. Bentz tilts his head to get a better view.
"Hmmm... no discoloration on incisors or fangs. You got lucky." Says Bentz to the hunter.
"Did you have to do that? Would I still be standing here talking to you otherwise?" Asks the hunter, annoyed, as he pulls Jen close and gently strokes her shoulder.
Bentz gets up from the chair, again assuming the typical stiff posture of an official.
"Just doing my job." He replies amiably as he puts his gloves back on.
"You know this is a gray area. You cannot prove how you got her and what she might has got up to."
"Like I said. She's here voluntarily to help me." Responds the hunter.
"Then take good care of your little "doe" so the wolf doesn't get her. It would be a pity for the beauty." Says Bentz while he again examines Jen. For a short while there is silence between the three.
Bentz interrupts the silence. "Well then. My work is done. I have to make my way. Honored lady. Dear huntsman." He nods at the two again before opening the door to the outside. He steps outside. One of the soldiers waits with his horse on the reins, ready to be handed over. Bentz swings onto his horse. "And remember huntsman. The king demands results. Don't take too much time." Shouts Bentz from saddle.
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
"The king's words have been proclaimed! His word is the law!" Shouts Bentz.
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
The messenger and his escort set off in a brisk gallop toward the forest. Jen and the hunter stand in the doorway, waiting until the messenger is out of sight.
Jen clings to the hunter. The hunter reaches around her waist and gives her a tender kiss on the forhead. "What are we going to do now?" asks Jen.
"At first… something to eat."
Note: Jen, Nova and Lizzy sharing the same timeframe.
Teaser Story
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Der Bote
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Ding-ding, ding-ding.
People, listen to the royal ambassador!
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
People, listen to the royal ambassador!
The hunter slowly wakes up from his deep sleep.
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
"Damn, what the...?" the hunter mumbles sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"Hunter?! Are you there?!"
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
"Yes, yes, wait!" Calls the hunter. The sun has risen already. It's cold in the log cabin. The fire has burned down. Frost covers the small windows. The hunter jumps out of bed, slips into his warm boots and throws on a thick coat. Yawning and rubbing his beard, he unlocks the heavy door and opens it. A cold breeze and loose fresh snow bursts into the cabin.
"Shit!" he swears annoyed, as he watches for the ambassador in the glaring light.
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
"I'm here! What's going on?!" he shouts in the direction of the ringing while scratching the back of his head. A few dozen yards away at the forest edge, standing beside his horse in the knee-deep snow, the royal messengers. Wrapped in a thick uniform coat. Around his neck on a heavy chain, the polished golden badge. The official identifying mark of the royal intelligence services. Behind him three cavalry soldiers in winter armor, still mounted on their horses, silently surveying the surroundingsDing-ding, ding-ding.
The ambassador rings the signal bell again and pulls out a sealed document. "Hunter! Hark to the royal ambassador!"
"Bentz?! ... I heard you! What up?! Calls the hunter while shielding his eyes with his hand against the bright sunlight.
" Won't you ask us to come to you??" Bentz calls out to him.
"Yes, yes of course!" Replies the hunter, somewhat annoyed, beckoning him over. As if he had any other choice. The royal ambassador has authority. His word is the king's word.
Bentz signals the soldiers to follow him. Firmly he trudges through the snow towards the log. Once under the canopy, Bentz shakes the snow off his legs. The soldiers continue to sit on their horses. Each watches the forest and the clearing in one direction. The hunter eyes them in wonder, before looking back to Bentz, who regains his posture and pulls a sealed envelope from a leather pocket.
"Um... what takes you to me in the wilderness? And why is the cavalry with you? Did I do something wrong?" Escorts for the ambassadors are normal, but most of the time just a single guard is with them in case there is an important message or valuable goods have to be transported.
"Not at all, dear hunter. I am only here to convey a mission to you." Replies Bentz with his usual smug smile. "Aren't you going to invite me inside? It's a bit cold out here."
"Yeah, sure. Come on in."
Bentz knocks off his boots and follows the hunter into the cabin. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. It's been a long time since we've met, and I was beginning to think you were already hunting, or deceased, given to the circumstances."
"What?! Why that?! What's the point of all this? Why do you have the whole cavalry with you? I didn't do anything wrong. The winter quota is fulfilled." Says the hunter as he assembles new firewood for the fireplace. "Jen! Fire! Tea for..." He pauses for a moment. "Surely you're having some, too? And the guys out there?" Bentz just nods as he sits down at the table.
"Tea for six!".
"Apparently you're not alone anymore. It's lonely out here, isn't it?" Benz notes as he slips off his gloves and opens his coat.
"Jen?!... Damn!" Calls the hunter as he struggles with the kindle on the fireplace.
"No! Yes! Sort of. I've had company for a while." Says the hunter.
"Oho, a hot lady from Rixburg?" Bentz asks.
"No."
"Better that way. They're always way too cocky for their rank." Remarks Bentz as he surveys the room.
Footsteps can be heard from the next room. "Jen!" the hunter calls impatiently.
"I'm already here."
Jen enters the main room, a blanket wrapped around under her arms. Bentz grins mischievously, eyeing the female Rau Wild in amazement. "Well, look at that... I didn't expect that now."
The hunter lights the fire and stands up again. Then he gestures outward to the somewhat confused Jen. "Bentz, let me introduce you, Jen. Jen, this is Bentz, emissary of the royal intelligence service of His Majesty Ekarius Seitz the 1st of Hochwald, bearer of glad and not so glad tidings. His word is the king's word." the hunter hastily introduces the two to each other. "Get dressed quickly, and then set up the tea."
"Of course," Jen replies, somewhat confused, and disappears back into the other room.
Bentz looks after her in amazement. The hunter sits at the table.
"Nice company you got yourself there. There aren't that many of them left. I've heard that further up north they're sometimes still kept as slaves. You're not going to do business with these... "savages”?" asks Benz with a somber expression.
"The king banned slavery and trade deals with the ice people a long time ago. That's well known out here, too." Replies the hunter. "You know me. I'm a law abiding citizen."
"Then how does a lone hunter like you get to her? Did she run to you?"
"Something like that. She helps me hunting and take care of all this. She's here by choice. She can leave at any time."
"Unusual." Says Bentz quietly as he looks at the hunter with narrowed eyes. The hunter returning his gaze without expression.
Bentz face relaxes. He slaps his hand on the table and says happily, "well, let's get to business. First question. Did the Transmitter (message bird) delivered the message two months ago?"
"I didn't receive anything."
"Are you sure? Well, that explains a lot."
"Explains what?" asks the hunter.
"Your carelessness." retorts Benzt. The hunter looks at him in confusion.
"Did something happen?"
Bentz rises from the chair, clears his throat as he opens the sealed envelope, unfolds the document and begins to read.
"Royal order to the hunters and militia of the Empire.
Current situation:
The plague of the Timberwolf has been spreading for several years to an unseemly extent within our borders. In addition to the damage that the farmers' guild has to endure to animals and soil, since last winter the civilian population in border regions, mainly smaller villages and homesteads, has suffered increased losses of shelter, life and limb. These losses are far beyond tolerance levels.
Within the last four months, fifty-four farms were destroyed on the territory of the Voreiswand, including people and animals. Two hundred and thirty-three citizens were torn appart. Countless are missing, including seventeen Royal Ambassadors. Four border observation posts were destroyed. The County of Mittwald and Flammenberg has already mobilized their militia. The Empire is also mobilizing parts of the army and drafting Landsers for training and reinforcement."
Bentz clears his throat again as he turns the page.
"The following order is issued:
The hunters, gamekeepers and the free imperial militia are to participate in the hunt to contain the plague, using all means, life and limb. Thus, is demanded report of sightings of the Timberwolves to follow up, to indicate sightings, to follow up these, to eliminate the wolf and to prove the elimination.
The proof of a head remunerates the kingdom of hunting with one ounce of gold each or equivalent in platinum or silver. Other precious metals or dates for exclusive commissions in royal forges or iron cutting shops."
"Not bad at all," murmurs the hunter. Bentz continues.
"If a hunter is known to fail in his duty, he will be stripped of his rank and sentenced to at least ten years in the dungeon. The order and the duties and rights associated with it, are effective upon receipt of the order. Exempt from the duty are those who are neither mentally nor physically in the condition to comply with it. The determination is up to the ambassador." Bentz taps himself on the chest while looking at the hunter.
"Attempted bribery and conspiracy, is punishable by execution. His Majesty King Ekarius Seitz the 1st of Hochwald, drawn by order of Field Marshal von Rabenstein."
Bentz, sits down again, folds the document and hands it to the hunter. He grabs it and skims over again with strain.
"I killed one of them three or four weeks ago. Went into the pit. Should have saved it for tomorrow."
"Well, I can't offer you anything retroactively. Anyway. You see, the situation is... um... difficult. The king is serious, and for once not just because one of his breeding farms in the north now looks like a horse slaughterhouse."
"Well, they're not that active around here than usual. Care for a little warm-up?" The hunter pulls a bottle from under the table and hands it to Bentz, who gratefully accepts and elaborates.
"For the moment, maybe. But that will change quickly if extensive hunting starts soon." Says Bentz as he tips the rum into one of the glasses on the table.
"My rifle needs maintanance. Can I charge it to the arms master?" Asks the hunter. Bentz thinks for a moment, downs the shot and says.
"Your quotas are good. You're modest." Bentz reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small pouch.
"Small loan from the king. The iron cutters know about the situation. If it takes longer than three days, remind him you're acting by kings order. You have priority over his side orders."
Jen walks into the room, dressed in a skimpy apron and carrying a tray with a pot of tea and several mugs.
"Damn it, Jen, you should put some clothes on." Admonishes her, the hunter.
"I put some clothes on," Jen pouts. Bentz eyes her with interest as she serves the tea.
"Thank you very much, beautiful." Bentz thanks her politely with a nod and looks to the hunter with a grin.
"Shall I go out and bring the soldiers their tea?" asks Jen.
"No, no. It's better I do that. Put on some more firewood." The hunter hastily replies as he grabs three mugs of tea and heads for the door. Jen goes to the stove, leans down and starts stoking the fire. Slowly, the temperature in the cabin rises. As the door closes behind the hunter, Bentz looks at Jen who`s kneeling on the floor, readying new logs in front of the fire.
"How come?"
"What?" asks Jen without looking up.
"You. Here. With my old friend. Not out in the wilderness somewhere on a raid. Not hanging from an ice man's torture stake. Not getting traded at some illegal slave market. The way you're look… I'm sure some minions would lay down a good sum for you."
"I want to be here with him." Jen looks to Bentz. Behind his friendly expression, icy cold calculation. Ambassadors are no mere mailmen.
"Your kind has become rare around here." Notes Bentz as he takes a sip of tea.
"We'll stay out of your way." Replies Jen quietly as she stands up, smooths her apron and looks directly at him. Bentz looks back sharply. No more kindness in his light gray eyes.
"Ever eaten human flesh?".
"No!" Jen replies irritably.
"Show me your teeth." demands Bentz.
"No!" Jen replies to him defiantly, without breaking eye contact.
"Show. Me. Your. Teeth." Bentz ordered again, slowly.
The door opens. The hunter steps back inside and slams the door quickly to keep the cold out. Immediately, he notices Jen standing tensely beside the fire, exchanging icy glances with Bentz.
"Do we have a problem?" the hunter asks as he looks back and forth between the two.
"He wants to see my teeth." answers Jen without taking her eyes off Bentz, who by now is sitting casually on the chair again, looking friendly. The hunter groans.
"Go on, show him."
"But..."
"Do it." Demands the hunter emphatically. Bentz has put on his broad smile again. He emphasizes the hunter's request with a hand gesture. Jen steps closer, leans forward a bit, and bares her teeth. Bentz tilts his head to get a better view.
"Hmmm... no discoloration on incisors or fangs. You got lucky." Says Bentz to the hunter.
"Did you have to do that? Would I still be standing here talking to you otherwise?" Asks the hunter, annoyed, as he pulls Jen close and gently strokes her shoulder.
Bentz gets up from the chair, again assuming the typical stiff posture of an official.
"Just doing my job." He replies amiably as he puts his gloves back on.
"You know this is a gray area. You cannot prove how you got her and what she might has got up to."
"Like I said. She's here voluntarily to help me." Responds the hunter.
"Then take good care of your little "doe" so the wolf doesn't get her. It would be a pity for the beauty." Says Bentz while he again examines Jen. For a short while there is silence between the three.
Bentz interrupts the silence. "Well then. My work is done. I have to make my way. Honored lady. Dear huntsman." He nods at the two again before opening the door to the outside. He steps outside. One of the soldiers waits with his horse on the reins, ready to be handed over. Bentz swings onto his horse. "And remember huntsman. The king demands results. Don't take too much time." Shouts Bentz from saddle.
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
"The king's words have been proclaimed! His word is the law!" Shouts Bentz.
Ding-ding, ding-ding.
The messenger and his escort set off in a brisk gallop toward the forest. Jen and the hunter stand in the doorway, waiting until the messenger is out of sight.
Jen clings to the hunter. The hunter reaches around her waist and gives her a tender kiss on the forhead. "What are we going to do now?" asks Jen.
"At first… something to eat."
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Cervine (Other)
Gender Female
Size 905 x 1280px
Very well done! I'm loving the story thus far! I would absolutely read more if I could :)
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