Author's note: a big part of the plot is about breast expansion. This part contains none of it yet, but it will come in time.
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The thrill of the hunt. The ability to take a life on her own. The way the prey remained unsuspecting until the last second, until it was too late. The final acceptance as the arrow's image reflected in it's eyes. The calmness afterwards.
Daphne loved to hunt. As far as she could remember, she always roamed the woods, the forest being her second home. As she grew older, her parents thought her how to hunt, how to take prey - first with carefully constructed and placed traps, and later, with her steady bow.
Her parents. She always got angry when she thought about them. They were supposedly exiles from somewhere south, from a place Daphne never knew or cared about. She was born into these woods, with her twin brother, on the borders of Multipedete, and she felt home here.
Her parents, however, did not. They never really accepted their exile - her dad always told her stories about gracious cities, holy places, libraries of knowledge. Her mom fell into depression from time to time, cursing this rural and lewd place around herself, wishing to go home, sometime, somehow.
Daphne and her brother, Merdon, were 17 when their parents finally made up their mind, and presented their children with a choice: either go together with them, back to their ancient home, with a possibility of redemption - or stay here, home.
It wasn't a hard choice for Daphne. She belonged here, the place where she grew up - she had her hunting ground and her friends (even if not many) here, and she wasn't exactly close to her parents either. Her mom and dad, despite raising their kids dutifully, always kept their distance - Daphne felt that they despised everything around them, and that included, to a lesser extent, even to their children. All because it was supposedly unholy and lewd.
Well, they were probably right about the lewdness - Multipedete, the city nearby, was filled to the brim with people who had no sense of shame whatsoever. Unlike Daphe and Merdon, who were raised in a different, conservative manner, the people who lived there openly embraced their sexuality on a daily basis, performing vile acts of mating here, there and everywhere.
Daphne shook her head to clear her thoughts as she ran to the fallen deer. Finishing her pray to end its suffering was of utmost importance, but her haste was not needed - the deer was already dead. Daphne just never missed. She settled down to skin the animal - deerskin was sought after in the town.
The disgust that Daphe felt for the city, and the cold demeanor of her parents made her a bit of a loner - her only real "friends" were Merdon, her brother, the forest itself, and... her special one. The woods were the place where she really felt home, the place where she belonged. Being an expert hunter, trapper and skinner, she earned her living by killing, then processing her game, selling furs and whatnot in the city to buy whatever she needed.
And trading was the hardest of those. She was 19 years old, but she still felt like a child when she entered the town. She considered herself pretty - she was about 170 cm (5,6 ft) tall, with oval shaped face, full lips, high cheekbones, and piercing green eyes. She was proud of her long, scarlet red hair that she wore in a ponytail - it was long enough to reach her butt. Her arse itself was a firm, toned piece of work, as was the rest of her - hunting was a difficult job, and certainly kept her in shape.
She only had one place where she felt inadequate - her chest. Just like her mother, she was flat as a board. She had mixed feelings about it - on one hand, not having to carry two big lumps of fat certainly helped her when she went hunting. Her parents also considered big breasts as a sign of unholiness, and even though she knew it that it was far from it, being raised the way she was it was hard to shake the preassumptions off.
On the other hand, it was hard not to envy the busty women in the city. Maybe those big breasts were more than just jiggly lumps of fat? The girls that had them certainly had more fun than her. Daphne was always a tomboy, partly because she just didn't feel like she belonged with the girls in the city. Most of them grew considerable busts on their own as they grew up, and the ones that did not had more than enough help to catch up - the city was specialized in breast expansion, after all. Even if you didn't have the genes, you could still have the teats!
Daphne just didn't take part in either of those. Her heritage was a given, and her financial situation - as well as her moral judgment - prevented her from artificial help. Even if she had more money, she still would have other things to spend on - the pleasures of the flesh were below her, or so she thought.
She headed home after processing the deer, leaving the meat for his brother to prepare. Merdon, her brother was an excellent cook when he actually cared - he was a bit of a bookworm, and would only think about food when he was really hungry. Daphne was not even sure if he registered her arrival, or exit right after - he was totally buried in his books as usual.
