darkwood's Bounty (lamb x reader)

Certainly a start

You wake up, it's 4 in the morning, nightmares of your tribe of merchants being burnt to ashes by Leshy's followers still plague your mind.

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The only reason you're alive is because you were out hunting in the middle of a celebration, you planned to bring quality meat for the nighttime feast. While you did manage to gather excellent morsels, once your tribe came into view.....

All you could smell was ash

Tents had been looted, corpses riddled the grass, many were missing body parts, others were just gone.

You blame yourself for leaving, you were the tribe's top hunter, you could have done something.

anything!

You mourned their deaths and buried what was left for the next few days, you took what was left. Their books, notebooks, scrolls, all hidden and left intact by the flames, your tribe made sure to hide and protect them just in case something like this happened.

You grabed the remains of your home, your caravan, falling apart even after the flames died out. You realized quickly that it had been mostly lotted, like it mattered, in your hands lied your tribes dedication, their dreams, their knowledge, the last things they ever wrote.

You headed upstairs to your bedroom only to find the sickening smell of burnt wool, you dropped your things immediately as you ran and hoped it wasn't the case, yet it was...

Two girls lied together in the ground, you almost vomited at the sight, both were missing their heads, their corpses were mangled, the smell of burnt wool stuck in your lungs, dried blood staining the floor.

Tulip and Orquid

Both of your daughters

You vowed to avenge them, to avenge your entire tribe, you were certain this was the bishop Leshy's doing, his mark etched into the skin of both of your daughters, the mark of the beast.

You vowed to kill that bastard
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With guilt still stirring in your guts you get up, brush your teeth, hunt, eat, and continued on your travels, it had already been years since the fire.

Your home and shop is a decently sized merchant cart adorned with your signature colors: blue, red, and yellow, hints of dark green, along with a glisten of gold. These also being the colors of most of your robes.



The cart was decorated with the things you sold, originally you only sold leathers and meats, but with the passing of time you decided to broaden your selection of wares.

In your travels through the lands of the old faith you took up leather working, cooking, sewing, knitting, pottery, handicrafts, and woodworking.