Inside the longhouse there were two long wooden tables with benches on each side of the room, filled with feral looking beast people,

At the end of the room the tent expanded in a dome shape, and in the middle of the circular tent dome there was a sinister looking dark stone slab laying on top of a smaller table, in perfect view from the crowd sitting at the tables.

When mother carried me past the long tables, everyone cheered us on with words I couldn't comprehend, the only word repeated I had heard several times was Luna, which I had theorized was my mothers name from hearing it several times over the past couple of days..

When we arrived at the table with the stone slab, I noticed the stone was carved with a circle, and symbols on both sides of the circle. Mother took her place behind the makeshift altar, and held me up towards the crowd and started speaking loudly. I tried to grasp any meaning of what she was saying, but only got an odd word here and there.

When her speech ended the crowd cheered her on, and she sat me on the altar, in the middle of the carved circle and gave me a smile, letting her fangs show. Something that would look terrifying to any humans, but I had gotten used to most of my mothers facial expressions by now.

Her smile was interrupted by some sort of commotion elsewhere in the room, and I turned my head to see. To my surprise I saw two beast men escorting a naked figure into the tent from a side entrance. As they came closer I could see the figure more clearly, I could see that it was a man, even if he didn't have a masculine build. He was also bound by thick leather ropes, around his neck and wrists, clearly a prisoner or slave.

When he saw the assembly inside, he immediately panicked, and shouted out loudly while struggling against his restaurants. The beast men holding his ropes quickly got control and forcefully pulled him by the ropes until they reached the altar, then bowed in respect to Mother, while holding a tight grip on the leather ropes.

With the prisoner so close I could clearly see all his features. The man was severely beaten, displaying large bruises and cuts all over his body, it was shocking to see such a beaten man still standing. At first I thought he might be human, but he had an inhuman elegance to his slim figure, he also had large pointy ears like the elves have in Tolkien’s stories.

I would normally dismiss such a notion that there could exist such things as elves, but I'm sitting here as a fur covered monster baby, so my ideas of what is possible needs to expand drastically.

Mother went up to the elf, and licked herself around the mouth with a predatory grin while stroking her fingers gently down the man’s chin. This made the man furious and he spoke loudly in an angry tone, but everyone ignored or didn't understand what he said. Then mother commanded something, and the two beast men holding the elf cut his ropes with their claws while holding his arms so he couldn't move.

They made the poor elf stand directly in front of the altar I sat on, and we stared into each other's eyes. The elf’s green eyes were glaring at me with hate and a hint of fear. Feeling sorry for the man I tried to give him my best genuine smile, but it did not help the look of terror in the poor elf's eyes

As I sat there forcing myself to smile to the elf, my mother had moved behind the man and held her paw to his throat. A second later an inhuman sound of pain came from the elf, and a thick red spray shot towards me. In shock I just watched the two Beast men holding up the dying elf while he bled out over me.

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I tried to comprehend what just happened, I had never seen anyone die in front of me before, and this was nothing but a horrible and brutal death. I was soaked through with blood, while sitting in a pool of blood the altar had gathered.

I was speechless, not like I could speak anyway, but what can you even say after you witness a murder just before receiving a blood shower. What kind of tribe did I get born into ?

Mother looked at me full of pride before she tore open the elf's chest with her claws and reached for something inside the now dead elf. Moments later she pulled out her blood covered paw while holding his heart.

She turned towards the crowd while holding the heart up and chanted loudly, the crowd cheered her on before she turned to me again, she put two fingers into my mouth and held it open while squeezing the heart just over my mouth. With no possibility to resist, I felt the warm blood trickle down my throat, the idea of swallowing blood was repulsive, and a part of me wanted to spit it out, while another part of me loved the taste of the thick metallic fluid. Surprised over how I could actually enjoy the taste of such a disgusting substance, I didn't notice my mother moving her paw with the heart in it until she started pushing the heart into my open mouth. She then closed my mouth over the heart, making me bite through it.

Horrified and disgusted over the idea of having my mouth filled with blood and a sizable chunk of a heart, I wanted nothing more than to spit it all out and vomit.

But mother's paw held firmly over my mouth while murmuring softly to me.

My only option left was to start eating, so I started chewing. As I swallowed the first bite I felt power rush through me, then something deep inside of me awoke and demanded more.

The more I tasted the blood and heart, the more I started to actually enjoy the taste. It was intoxicating, empowering and the disgust I had been feeling quickly turned to enjoyment.

Without thinking about it, I had opened my mouth for more, and the look of pride on Mother’s face was unmistakable.

She put the heart up to my mouth again, and I took another bite, this time the taste was pure bliss, better than any premium steak from the best steak house you could imagine. She kept feeding me until the entire heart was gone, and with the task complete, the realization of what I've done hit me. I had actually eaten a raw heart and loved it.

All my emotion was in turmoil, I had just seen a man murdered, bathed in his blood and been force fed his entire heart. I felt horror of what I had seen, disgust over what I had to do. And strangely enough, enjoyment and delight over the taste of it all. What will become of me ? Will I turn into a bloodthirsty monster ? I just ate an elf’s heart, and liked the taste. It isn't quite human, so technically it wasn't cannibalism. Or even if it was human, since I'm not human anymore it wouldn't actually be cannibalism. Telling myself that doesn't help much, it still feels like I had taken part in a cannibalistic act.

With the task complete, mother started scratching me between the ears before lifting me up from the blood pit of an altar, and held me up towards the cheering crowd while speaking loudly. I tried my best following what she said, but this language was still completely foreign to me, but when she reached the end I recognized four words that sent chills down my spine. Lunaria, daughter of Luna and the crowd cheered and howled in delight while chanting. Lunaria, Lunaria, Lunaria.

Wait what ? Is my name supposed to be Lunaria ?

But, But, isn't that supposed to be a girl's name ? oh shit, This is bad, like things aren't bad enough as they are. What did I do wrong in my previous life to deserve such a fate?

My thoughts were interrupted by the beastfolk rushing towards the corpse lying in front of us and savagely started to rip the corpse apart while eating him raw. The sound of ripping flesh, breaking of bones and chewing sent chills down my spine.This brutal sight would give anyone back home nightmares for life.