The Changing of the Seasons (furry story)

Chapter One

Corian's POV

Ah, Dalek. Must you be so perfect? Every bit of you is beautiful. The elegant wave of your granite fur, the sparkle in your eyes as you lead the hunting party, and your beautiful laughter. I know I haven't a single chance with you, but be it a crime to wish?

My quill blots a bit, causing my final words to smudge. I groan, but I clean the end of the raven feather quill and continue my writing. All the things I wish I could say to him, but my brain wouldn't be able to force the words out, looking into his eyes.

I sigh, pushing the parchment away from me and to the edge of my tree stump desk. I stand, turning and walking out of my boar-skin tent. I tuck my quill behind my left ear, next to where my robin feathers are tied in my white fur.

Our clans' people bustle about, preparing meats, vegitation, and fresh, fire-baked bread for the next few days' suppers. It is usually my job to help cook stews and the like. As odd as it is for a male to cook with the females, I was appointed the job, since I'm practically useless in every other way.

I don't mind, but many of the others insult me for cooking. I usually shrug it off.

"Corian!" My wolven ears perk up at the sound of my name, turning my head. My heart instantly stops.

"I brought back the meat to be spiced and stewed." Dalek says with a smile. I smile. Thank God I have fur on my cheeks, or he would see me blushing.

I nod, taking the meats wrapped in thin, tanned skin from Dalek. Dalek was always the only other male that would associate with me. Since he was one of the highest ranks, no one would dare to insult him for it. I always found it odd that he even spoke to an Omega like me.

He smiles that gorgeous smile of his, making my legs weak.

"I'll bring these to the cooking fire now." I force out, offering a small smile. Dalek smiles in return, waving before turning back to his tent. I heave a sigh, relaxing when i'm not in his sights anymore. He is unbelievably perfect, but I know I don't have a chance. He probably isn't even attracted to males.

In my clan, and in almost every other clan, it is frowned upon to fall in love with the same gender. If any clan member found out I was, I would be either exiled or even executed.

I shake my head. Every time I see him, think of him, even hear his name, thoughts fill my mind. Does he know how I feel about him? Will someone find out my feelings for him? Will the chieftain hear?

I shake off the thoughts and walk over to the cooking circle. I set down the meats and sit, waiting for the others. A suddenly feel a tight squeeze around my middle.

"Hi!" an elegant female voice squeals. I recognize it as Aneera, one of my greatest friends. She is the only one that I had ever told about my feelings for Dalek.

I smile and turn around, ruffling Aneera's beautiful red hair. She is about my age, 20, and has white fur with almost spray like red designs all over her body. We had been best friends since puphood, and she had always been there for me.

"I was starting to worry the hunters' hadn't gotten a kill," she said with a smirk. I chuckled.

"Well, I guess we can start spicing while we wait for the others!" I say, unwrapping the fresh meat from their elk hide packages. Aneera nods and grabs one of the packages herself, lifting off the hide.

Aneera takes various herbs and veggies out of a basket that was placed by a large cauldron, which was used for stewing and baking. She began chopping them up with a stone dagger while I started a small fire beneath a rotisserie. The cauldron was used for baking and stewing, while the rotisserie smoked meats for storage.

"Done!" Aneera exclaimed, setting her dagger down. I chuckled, blowing on the hot coals. 

"Good, I just got the fire going." I got up and dusted off my hands, sitting down by Aneera. We rubbed the chopped herbs over the meat, then wrapped them in large leaves. As we worked, maidens and other cooks arrived one by one, preparing more meats and foliage. 

One elder brought with her a clay pot of water, which she poured into the cauldron. The others put chopped vegetables, meats, and herbs into the pot and tied the leaf wrapped meat to the rotisserie.

I sat back with Aneera, watching the higher ranked chefs work. We both grabbed large mixing bowls filled with bread ingredients and we started mixing with our hands. We chatted miscellaneously about the most random of things as we kneaded the dough.

"Hey, there's the wolf with the wrong gender!" A large group of males walked by, pointing and laughing at me. I flatten my ears and look down. They continue laughing an taunting me.

"Look, he even looks like a maiden!"

"He would make a male a great wife someday!"

Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, but I know that would make it worse. Aneera places a hand on my shoulder and whispers,"Just ignore them." 

"Hey guys, cool it. If he didn't cook, none of you would be eating. I wouldn't be taunting him when he could poison your food if he wanted."

I turn. Dalek! He stood up for me! My ears perk up immediately. I turn and look, the group quickly bowing to the secondary leader and trotting off, their tails between their legs. He glares at them until they are out of his sights.

Dalek turns and strides to me laying a hand on my arm. "You okay, Corian?"

"Oh...Um, I'm fine."

"Well, if you need anything, feel free to come find me." He smiles and turns away, no doubt returning to whatever duties he needed to attend to. 

Aneera smirks. "Betcha enjoyed that, huh?" I felt heat rise to my cheeks.

"Oh, shut up."

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O.M.F.G. So, I finally got off my lazy bum and wrote my first story! Took me long enough, huh? Anyway, I hope you guys like this! Give me feedback and any ideas you might have! Love you guys! ^w^