Danya had always been destined, it was assumed, for great things.
Ambitious, physically gifted...a hunter's instincts but also a clever, calculating mind...and she was even beautiful. It was no wonder she'd been matched with the Heir to her tribe's chief. While she had no great affection for the brute, she knew he would be useful...and manageable. A future puppet that she would be able pretty much rule through.
And on top of that, he was good in the sack. Danya may not have had much affection for him...but she did have needs, and she was nothing if not passionate.
That passion however, along with her pride, had ruined everything.
It wasn't that Trow held monogamy to be a great virtue. Certainly Danya wouldn't have hesitated to seek pleasure with any partner that struck her fancy...but she would always have been discrete about it. That's just how one should behave when the entire tribe KNOWS that you are going to be part of a future couple.
So when she walked in on her mate-to-be fucking another female, naturally she was miffed.
But when that female turned out to be one of her most hated rivals, she was enraged.
And when both her rival and her future mate started laughing at her rage...well, that was that.
It was wasn't much of a fight, as neither victim had expected her to spring forward so suddenly and thrust a hastily grabbed knife into her mate-to-be's eye. As fate would happen it weapon went in just the right way to hit the part of the brain that would cause instant death.
Danya's rival was so shocked by this that she was gasping to hard to scream even before Danya wrapped her hands around the doomed female's throat. The scorned Trow took er time...and it was a long drawn out struggle...one that she enjoyed from start to finish as she looked into her rival's fear-filled eyes and kept slowly choking the life from her.
But after the rage, and satisfaction, had passed. Danya knew she was in quite a tricky spot now.
Crimes of passion happened regularly among the Trow...but when the victim was the chief's favorite son...well, there wasn't much hope for forgiveness.
Danya's first rational thoughts in the aftermath concerned how to hide the evidence.
Eating them seemed a reasonable enough plan. Oh, it couldn't be done all at once of course...they'd have to be stored hidden away until she could finish them all. But with right strategy, she could finish them off before any of the others could discover her crime...and the disappearance of the two would be chalked up to an unexplained mystery once all the evidence was digested.
And damn it all, it had ALMOST worked.
But no...a week later there was still a bit of the chief's son left...enough to be identified at least when the remains were found. It was so unfair. Danya had been stuffing herself as much as she could...and another day or two and she could have finished and ground the fool's bones to powder like she had with her rival. Of course it hadn't hurt that the female had ended up tasting so much better. Danya had found that male Trow meat was not unappealing but no great shakes. Her rival however, had been downright succulent. Not as good as Faerie meat of course...but nearly comparable to most Sprite meat.
Her culinary discoveries were not of interest to her peers of course. Her guilt was discovered...and she would have been put to death right then and there...and yet SOMEHOW she'd fought her way out of the mob and ran and ran until the sounds of pursuit had died away. It had been PURE dumb luck (albeit aided by the great desperation that had fueled Danya's limbs ans she fought and ran).
It also should have been the last bit of good luck that Danya ever had. Marked for death as she was...with many highly motivated hunters, all eager to win the chief's favor, after her.
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