The raid on Timberfell

I was still in shock and disbelief, our town was being raided by the wolvir race. I had never known of our towns defences being breached by anyone, not by orc, deep elf or any other beastmen race. But right now, the wolvir had gained entry into Timberfell and are currently killing the guards and anyone that tries to fight or oppose them.

The large wolvir with black fur and ice blue eyes looked at me, his stare was intense and pierced my very soul. Another wolvir appeared at his shoulder, this one having brown fur, it made its way towards me. Regaining my senses, I dropped my hamper and turned to open my door, once inside I shut it behind me and bolted it. I could still hear the screams outside of the townsfolk being killed. I made my way into my room and hid under my bed, this was something a child would do, but I could think of no better option.

I heard crashing at my door, the sound of snapping wood and assumed my front door had been broken apart. I then heard more crashing, furniture being broken apart and cupboards and draws being violently opened. My door was then swung off its hinges and I yelled out in fear. My voice was heard and I then felt a hand grab me by the leg and I was dragged out of my hiding place. It was the wolvir with brown fur, it snarled at me then threw me over its shoulder. I was taken out of my home and into the town centre, where more of the townsfolk had been put in a crowd were the wolvir kept them hostage. As the other wolvir continued to raid and ransack the town of its valuables, the black furred wolvir with ice blue eyes stepped up to the townsfolk being kept hostage.

“I want to know who among you may be the mayors daughter?” He growled.

Looking around the crowd I was apart of, I saw it was just women. I couldn’t see Macy in the throngs of people, I had hoped she was successfully hiding or that she had managed to escape the town.

“I do not want to repeat myself.” He said in a booming voice to us all.

Many of the women were sobbing and crying, feeling the intimidating glares of the wolvir around them.

Just then, a woman squeaked out toward the ice blue eyed wolvir.

“She will be in her home, the big one with green paint on the walls.”

“Good. I already have my warriors raiding that building. What does she look like? Do not lie to me, I will know.” He growled.

“She’s a beautiful blonde, today she was wearing an expensive blue dress with frills on the arms.” The woman sobbed.

“Well done, you’ll be spared the worst of what the dwarves have to offer.” The wolvir told her.

The dwarves. Were these wolvir under the order of the dwarves? What is it that they had in store for the townsfolk?

A feminine scream could be heard as a wolvir came around the corner, dragging a beautiful blonde in an expensive blue dress with frills on the arms. It was the mayors daughter, who I knew was called Sophia.

“Found this one hiding in a closet.” Said the wolvir to the one with ice blue eyes.

“Good work.” He grinned a knowing a smile, the blood continued to drip from his great-axe. This wolvir must be their commander.

“Stop this!” Sophia screamed. “My father is the mayor and he’ll…”

“Your father is dead.” Said one of the wolvir.

I could see the tears form in Sophia’s eyes as she realised that the wolvir were telling the truth, her father was dead and not coming back. She sobbed audibly, cursing the wolvir and spitting at one of them. The wolvir that Sophia had spat at grabbed her by the hair and roughly pulled her head back.

“Careful. We don’t want to damage the merchandise.” Said the commanding wolvir.

“Why are you doing this?” Sophia spluttered.

“This is part of a deal of ours, the true culprit who put us up to this are the dwarves.” Said the commander.

The wolvir with ice blue eyes looked out to the crowd of women that were now captive, he then addressed us in a direct manner.

“To you all here. My name is Fen, I hail from Luna Peak. And all of you, including Sophia here, are to be given to the dwarves of the Ganite mountains. You will be their slaves, and you will follow whatever order is given to you. It is known that the dwarves have a short temper and a vindictive fist, and they take pleasure in it. I’m sorry, but it will be a hard life, you are just the unlucky ones.” The wolvir known as Fen explained to us. “But it’s not all bad news. For one of you will become my thrall, and us wolvir seek a different kind of pleasure from women.”

I gulped. Either way, we were to become slaves, there was no way out of this. The scenario I found myself in felt like one of my erotic stories, where a beastman kidnaps a human woman to make them their sex ****. Deep down, in the dark abyss of mind, that dark and twisted part of me, I enjoyed this. I hoped and prayed to god that I would go to the wolvir, at least I wouldn’t be beaten by him if what he said was the truth.

It took the wolvir less than an hour to collect the rest of the young women and to completely take control of the town. I didn’t see Macy among the captured women, maybe she’d escaped, I had to hold out hope that she did. It seemed our defences were not good enough to quell the determination of a wolvir ****. Some townsfolk had escaped the town, but the men that remained here had all been killed, and the towns valuables taken. I thought of my mother and father, and thanked god that they had avoided the travesty that has happened here in Timberfell.

“That’s everything accounted for, general.” A wolvir said to one with ice blue eyes known as Fen.

“Well done my whelps.” Fen lit a torch and raised it high. “This here marks our success, bringing us one step closer to winning our war!”

He threw the torch at a thatched roofed house, the flames of the torch licked at the combustible roofing, the fire spreading quickly and took under a minute for the house to be engulfed in flames.

“Burn this town to the ground!” Fen yelled.

The wolvir yipped and howled as they followed the order without question, lighting torches of their own and setting buildings on fire. We were then taken by the wolvir as they dragged us by our wrists or hair, some of us slung on their shoulders as they carried us effortlessly due to their greater strength. I happened to be one of those women to be carried instead of being dragged.

We were taken north into the territories of the orcs, dwarves, deep elves and wolvir. After a few miles of travelling , the wolvir set up camp and had the women all huddled together as some of the wolvir kept guard, ensuring that none of us would escape. There seemed dozens upon dozens of us, and only one of us would go to the wolvir, Fen. And the rest of us would be given to the dwarves.

Once the wolvir settled in camp, Fen stepped up to us and started looking over us all, inspecting us. He turned his nose at a few, and others he gave a second look. He would grab at the chins of some, turning their heads from side to side then dismiss them. His gaze then settled on me, and he smiled.

“You, come here.” He said to me. I slowly and shakily rose to my feet and approached him. He looked me up and down, taking in my figure, he then circled me to see the rest of my body. His eyes looked hungry, but not for food, it was something else he craved. He nodded and looked pleased.

“You. What’s your name?” He growls at me.

“It’s…Sylvie.” I whisper.

“I like that. You’re coming with me.”

He then grabs me by the wrist and drags me to his tent.