Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2020 11:43:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozzalone65@aol.com
Subject: With The Ramgards (19)

This is a fictional story in the That is giving us characters from the
"Bear Kings' story I am writing.
Only this is with a different young guy form somewhere else in a "furry
tale" land with hybrid humanoids. Half Ram, half man.
This is a sexual tale of man and man beast. If it bothers you. please
move on
Otherwise do enjoy.

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With The Ramgards (19)
Omelda Tale...

... The following months that passed were rather dull. I was sitting in
my room mostly, staring out the small window and out to the fields beyond
the safe house that I was placed into. The house of Omelda and the other
kids. Although I was far from a kid already. In my teens and older than
nearly all the others.
But I was told I should stay here until a home can be figured out for me.
But I realized that that mat not happen as the only older kid as me that
was there said she had been there for over 2 years now. The issue was
there weren't enough families here that could care for youngsters. So
most stayed with Omelda until they were old enough to make their own
home.

"My own place" I thought aloud to myself

 And that was  I wanted. I liked being alone. Yes it was a good place and
all were kinda and let me get acclimated to my new surroundings with out
some chores to due as most children were required to do.
I would help Omelda around the 'barracks' as many called our dwelling. A
large building with a dozen or so small chambers for a bed and a table
and lamp. That was my room. Each with a small window to look out to tye
fields where many children tended to crops and livestock.
I would help Omelda set up the table in the dinning hall for the kids.
And even help her with meals. The she would ring the bell and the flood
of about 15 children would stampede into the hall and around the table.
She would say a few words before meal. And she would allow those children
who still believed in prayer to pray before it. But it was not required.

"Why do they still pray?" I asked her after a meal one day.
"If there is no God...?"

Omelda halted my words and then said that all this freedom did not
suggest there was no God. It suggested nothing of the kind. Then she
explained more to me about our existence here more so than anyone else
bothered to before.

"I know not if there is or us not" she started
"My believe is there probably is... Or was"
"But he does not dictate who or what we should be"
"He created us. And that was all"
"From the first primordial gel that started life"
"He created all of this. We are just a product of it all."

Then she went on about the scrolls and religion. Saying that religion was
supposed to bring humankind and animal kind closer to the creator. What
ever or whomever it may be. To bring us to understanding of why were are
here. And what the world was like before.

"I cannot dictate how one is to live life." She continued
"So long as we lobe one another"
"Humans. Man beasts and all other creatures here"

I took her words to myself and relished in them. They were the truest
words I have ever heard.
I took to the new home I was in. At least there at the youth sanctuary.
Hoping I would soon have a place to be. And maybe someone to be with. He
pondered the youth that was just a bit older than he. Shemar was his
name. He seemed nice. And he reminded me of my old friend. .     then
there was the leader of this village. Mangar. He was fairly attractive
enough. For an older man that is. I pondered many men in the village as
the weeks went on. Hoping one day to find a connection with someone
there.
Then about 2 months later. I was doing some chores for the safe house. I
had started to getting into them more now. It helped me get to know new
people all the time. I was to help set up in the 'long park' for the
monthly festival and feast for the village.

"Something we celebrate every month" Omelda said
"We know not what lies ahead"
"So we celebrate each other here as often as we can"

I liked that I was feeling safe and didn't have to worry about judgement
for being different or wanting someone that the vile religion saud u
could not have. The only thing was there was no one for me there. At
least that's how I felt it. The few striking men in the village were
taken or with women. So I had no emotional connection to anyone.
So even thought I was safe, I was still alone. Alone and unloved. And as
the weeks and months passed I feared that I would always be alone.

"Oh well" I huffed sadly
"Maybe one day someone will enter the village that will be for me"

And again, it seemed not a likely possibility. So I cried in my room at
the sanctuary that I had been staying at. Not finding a hime yet.
Then one day as I was sent by Omelda to the fields to gather some greens
and vegetables for the evening dinner I heard from some one as word
passed that the ramgards were back. That they were bringing someone in
from banishment. I could not go and see as my chores were more important.
But when I saw Omelda a bit later she mentioned it was a man that had
entered town. Not a boy. And he was a priest.

"A priest?" I asked
"Why would a priest be here?"
"Its not the first priest to be released from bondage" she replied

I looked at he as if she were mad. Then the untrusting one in me
suggested infiltration by the clergy to turn our beloved hamlet.
Omelda then corrected my outburst. She then reasoned to tell me that her
husband was a priest.

"Husband?" I questioned
"You have no husband"

She softly smiled and then proceeded to tell me more of her story. How
she came to being here with all of us.

"Come sit my boy" she said
"Let me tell you about my great husband Herme"

She paused and took a breath. Pulling up what seem lost memories that she
had kept buried for many many years. How she and her husband (the priest)
fled their village with a hand full of others fleeing the oppression if
they old home.

"My husband was indeed a priest" she said
"Initially following the foolish ignorance of our religion"
"But he found the fault and flaw in the scripture"
"Just as you may have"
"Our civilization was not the first"

I looked at her with an air of astonishment at the comment. What did she
mean we were not the first. And I wanted to know more. But she haulted me
in saying that that tale was for another time. A time when she had more
drink in her, and I was old enough to drink.
So she continued her tale if her husband and their escape. Hoe sin grom
the common man was bad enough. But sin from a priest against his church.
That was caused for death. Hoe the church considered it a great betrayal.
And was to be punished at the highest.

"My husband after finding what he found.." She continued
"He proceeded to want to tell the truth to all."
"And some followed"
"Hence the caravan of 15 souls that left"

I questioned their ability to escape with the loyal temple guards.

"Not all guards are soulless creatins" she added
"We made our way out of the city and into the wilderness"

She said that 2 were lost almost immediately to wolfen along the way. But
the ramgards came yo their rescue. Fighting off the pack of wolfen woth
their battle skills.

"Then we were found by the ramgards after 3 days trip" she added
"Had it not been for them we may have perished."

She continued with her tale and how they came to be here at place she
currently called home. And how there were so few here before them. And
how on a short time this tiny hamlet became a growing and vibrant
village. And she was happy that they were lead here by the ramgards.

"One day this village will be as large as any other" she said
"Probably larger as more and more leave for safety from the religious
persecution they find elsewhere"

I then asked about her husband. She grew quiet and the just said he died
sone years back. Falling to an affliction not long after their arrival.

"He held on for a few years before he passed" she said
"Wanting to make sure I was okay"
"Always worrying about me"
"Big buffoon"  she finally said with a smile
"Oh. I am ever so sorry." I said back

She smiled back and grasped my hand and squeezed it. I could see a
solitary tear in her eye. And I almost warped with her. For she did not
marry again after so many years of him gone. That he was her only love.
It was so beautiful yet sad all at the same time. I know I had loved. But
only to be scorned by it. By the one that I still lived even to this day.
Even after what he did I still lived him. My Damon, my priest.
She continued her tale about how her husband was a great man to her and
to others. How even as death were to claim him, he worked tirelessly for
the community and her.

"He wanted to make sure I was okay" she continued
"He helped start this build"

Her arm moving around to showcase this building with pride. Then she said
how she loved children. And since she never had any of her own she wanted
to take care of the many lost unloved children that were a constant.
Drifting into the village almost every year.
It was her 'place of hope to all that fled to be free'. And she was glad
to have it there for them all.

"For you all" she said.

Then one of the kids came rushing in to the room. He was panting and
breathing heavy from running. Omelda looked at him with a tender concern.
And I could see her love for all her kids. As he panted she tried to ease
and calm him.

"Breath my dear. Breath" she said
"Just calm down."
"Now what is it?"

He took in several deep slow breaths. He obviously had been running in
from the main part of the village. From the school where he was in deep
study.
He did calm after his breaths and then said said that the ramgards were
back. The tympony horn suggested that. Then I realized that there had
been a faint horn before when Omelda and I were conversing. So I assumed
more souls escaping the hate of the other villages out there. Then he
said something that made my heart skip a beat.

"And they bring with them a priest" he said....
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