A mother holds her baby close to her in their little shack. The father out hunting for food with the rest of their clan; the fire was burning brightly on her warm face. Her baby had eyes as blue as ice, her skin was just as pale as the snow covering the trees outside their humble abode. The young girl had a blank look on her face as she looked up at the mother. Just then the mother put her baby down after hearing rustling at the door, she got to it just in time for it to swing open as a man walked in with a big scruffy beard and a smug look on his face as he carried in a fresh kill. “Look what I got hun!” he sounded excited as he stared at his wife with just as much excitement as she let out a slight chuckle as she went back to their baby girl picking her up in her arms and walking back in. “You seemed like you had a good time…” she gave him the look with just a hint of attitude under her smirk as she showed him the baby. “Oh, and how’s our lovely new girl doing?” he smiled and poked the baby’s cheek who just took his finger and started sucking on it as babies do. He dragged the beautiful stag into the house as he gently cut off the head to later mount on his wall; after getting it taxidermied of course. His bow was slung off his shoulder as he put it back over the mantle just above the roaring fire below, the flames made his makeshift armour making just a little bit shinier than it was a few nights before.
His wife started to cut open their dinner and rip out the organs to throw back to the wolves to keep them out of the village. In the corner of the room next to the baby was a double-sided war axe coated in blood, still unkempt from the last raid it saw. Soon after finishing with the corpse on the table she put the meat in a pile and cut off a nice slab for a fine stew as she took the hide outside to tan. She came back in with blood on her hands, but quickly wiped them off on a makeshift towel made from a torn Roman banner. The little girl started crying as she grew hungrier with each passing second as the woman picked her up into her warm embrace placing her face into her chest so she could eat as she made the stew. “You know, the world doesn’t revolve around you Avalon... “ she let out a soft chuckle as she bounced the baby in her arms whilst stirring the warm stew. The man looked up at her smiling “I knew you’d like that shiny new gift.” he smiled up at her chuckling as he pointed out the differences between them and their new baby girl. Avalon slowly fell asleep in her mother’s arms as her new parents ate their stew. The roaring fire slowly became less rowdy and more dim as time passed, the house growing colder as they wrapped Avalon up in a warm bear pelt blanket to keep her warm through the harsh night.
The large muscular man took off his armour and showed off his long flowing hair that was braided back; a muddy red colour as he looked at his wife and smiled softly at her “When this one grows up, I think she’ll make a fine warrior…” he lovingly hit her shoulder with a belt of laughter as he carried her to their room and brushed the blonde hair from her soft brown eyes. Their bodies drew closer as a small cry could be heard from the other room; both soft and faint as little Avalon cried out for her parents. “Looks like it’s your turn Balak…” Balak’s wife gave him a smirk as she rolled over to let him get up as he left and brought Avalon to her. “I think she’s just hungry…” he looked confused as there wasn’t a smell or a mess on the straw covered stone floor. “Well then hand her to me…” she stared at him with concern as she just fed her not even three hours before. He gently placed Avalon in her lap as he laid back down “Maybe she just wants to be with us Veda?” he questioned as a faint smile crept across the baby’s face as she quickly fell back asleep. “She’ll make a fine warrior one day.” Avalon was still fast asleep as she made a small fist and Veta stated. “You act like I’ll let our only child see the battlefields that you saw, or even the evil hell you've been through…” she put Avalon down and went to the other room as she cleaned up the straw that she once laid on not even a moment ago.
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