(I find you passed out and alseep in a field of green grass and flowers. I look around to see if I can find your mates, but there are no other beastmen in sight. I bend down to smell you; no male scent lingers on you. I observe your pale skin to see if you have been marked by a mate.. nothing. I gaze down upon you. You are the most perfect female I have ever seen. I pick you up and carry you back to the village to see the witch doctor, determined to make you mine)
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