Sheep Herder Novels & Stories

"Ah, well, I'm not sure how to explain, since I can't say his name." "Well what is he called?" "Called? I just call him master." She smiled. "Ok, well, what does he look like?" "Grey, horned, giant with reddish-gold eyes...doesn't wear much." "The Shepherd?" She looked shocked. "Ah, he is a shepherd, yes..." "But I thought he didn't keep slaves?" "So I've heard." "Strange," She shook her head as if to clear it, then smiled, "but it doesn't matter...you could always wear a veil..."

To the right was a sturdy wooden table where they could roll the wool and a large crate already on a skid for easy transport. Nakos had sure been busy this morning while waiting for her. Quickly, she removed her canvas jacket and hung it on a peg just inside the door. Since each sheep could produce eight to ten pounds of wool, and the process of shearing required skill, it was harder than most realized. Luckily, she and her foreman had it down to a science. With Nakos holding the animals in position, she sheared. He rounded the flock and sent them out one-by-one as she rolled and stored in compatible silence. They moved as one like clockwork through lunch and into the late afternoon before t

I should have declared her my own before I left. I knew I did not have to waste time. I had to save her first before I do any other thing. She said life was slipping out of her and I needed to take her to the healer. I carried her in one arm and swung my sword with the other arm, reminding my warriors to stay away from me. They understood and kept a safe distance.

the Shepherd screams as its reality-manipulation abilities freeze mid-use. I don’t hesitate, I dissolve the Collector’s grip and free the Shepherd even though it was trying to corrupt my gap minutes ago. “Why save me?” it asks. “Because right now you’re part of my army,” I reply. “I protect my people even when they’re temporary allies.” The Shepherd looks at me with something like respect and then does something unexpected. It shares its reality-manipulation knowledge with me, opening a connection that shows me how Shepherds guide existence.

"Yes, the mountains over there are beautiful. The air is also good, there is no pollution at all." "Is it true that the sheep over there are allowed to roam around?" Harvey laughed. Of the many questions that Caroline could ask, it turned out that Caroline was more curious about sheep. "Yes, shepherds let their sheep roam in the fresh and green grass. Even without a shepherd, the sheep can go home with the flock." "That's really cool." And once again Harvey laughed. After that they talked about other unimportant things late into the night. ---

- Only the alpha with its strength disperses the brawlers, and even the elders can apply it. - Alin, how many elders are in the flock? - As expected - four. - And they are now all in the village? She shrugged. - I do not know. There are four large settlements in our flock, not counting such camps. So, in order to avoid, as they say, troubles, one elder goes to the villages one by one. Alpha remains in the Central. So they provide order, - she twirled in front of the mirror. Martha called from the kitchen. Everything was ready, and we went to visit.

He stood up, casually dusting a stray fleck of ash off his leather coat, and flashed a bright, charismatic smile at the assembly. "Greetings, residents of the Wolf Kingdom! My name is Eryx," he announced cheerfully. "Crowned King of the Dragon Clans, Sovereign Guardian of the Eastern Peaks, and proud owner of exactly three hundred and twenty-two premium sheep." Killian blinked, his regal composure entirely derailed by the final metric. "Why on earth do we need to know the specific allocation of your livestock, boy?" Eryx looked deeply, profoundly offended, crossing his arms over his chest. "Because they are exceptionally important to the local ecosystem, Alpha King. And furthermore, Harold i

His clothes were plain, patched from years of use, and his eyes darted nervously between us. He bowed low. “Great contenders, I bring my grievance. My neighbor’s sheep graze upon my land at night. They eat the sprouts I plant, and when I protest, he denies it. I’ve worked hard to feed my family, but we are hungry while his flock grows fat. What should be done?” He turned his gaze upward, waiting. Serena was the first to speak, her voice sharp and cutting. “Then take the sheep. Demand them as recompense. If he cannot guard his animals, he deserves to lose them. Let him feel the hunger his negligence caused you.”

The man putting the poultice on her stomach said. He carefully helped her sit up, wrapping bandages around her stomach. She looked down and realized that her breasts had been modestly covered by the cloak she had been given, and it relaxed her. "Who beat you?" The cold voice came from the man who was glaring at her, his eyes filled with rage. "M-my brother, Seth." Her voice was weak and raspy, but she did her best to talk clearly. "I-I don't even know your names." "I'm Glen. I'm the healer and herb specialist for the Hunters." The man wrapping her abdomen said, bowing his head. "And he is Liam. He forgets proper manners sometimes, but once he warms up to you, you won't notice."

He couldn't help himself from giggling as he watched her in boy's clothes and a hat and long brown boots, he helped her gather her dear sheep silently and with a big smile and giggled now and then, and she did not stop crying out with great fury, wanting to punch him in the teeth and hide that ridiculous smile. After more than half an hour of running after the sheep in every direction, they were gathered safely. He stood in front of her, unable to find a suitable comment to describe her, his little female sheep shepherd disguised as a little boy, her smell a mixture of her own smell and the smell of sheep, her skin still had not lost the luster of the sun's rays sticking out a special mixtur