The Brindlewood Forest, Unknown Location, Unkown World...
Hours of walking and hours of unbridled sex had left both Tumbris Kallengar and Kedon Wilderwood with rumbling stomachs as they moved rather swiftly through the forest intent on reaching their next destination before sundown. Tumbris had not said a word about his rumbling stomach as he'd been accustomed to going hungry on occasion due to his having been a mere elven slave. Kedon seemed to note his shift in stance and lack of energy and called for them to make camp for the night knowing all too well that they'd been a good distance from his desired location but far enough away from the last town and the herding grounds of the Karabuk. They had also been a long way from the Spindle Woodspiders which Kedon had hated ever since he'd run into them while in pursuit of much greater prey.
The massive hairy eight-legged fiends had been all about trapping their prey in thick sticky webbing that tightened around the victim the more one struggled and slowly sucked the life out of them without the spider having to do much to hasten the to their demise. The longer one had been in their web the chances of becoming a meal for them or their various young, or worse a hollowed thrall had been very high depending on what their need had been at the time.
Kedon went off to gather firewood after placing Tumbris at the campsite and instructing him not to leave it for any reason. The white-haired elven lad nodded fearing the woods and angering the large human brute more than anything that could have been a means to give him an impulse to disobey.
Armed with his black bow, Artemis, Kedon turned his attention to getting the firewood and setting up the remainder of the camp due to Tumbris not being well-versed in how it was done. He made plans to go on a hunt for their meal afterward his massive bulging muscles itching to give chase to the live prey that had been afoot.
The brutish hunter had been more or less at home trekking about in the dark and looming woods as much as any man had been when given to their respective trade and field of employ. He had no trouble gathering firewood and even set up camp as it had been a breeze that seemed to puzzle the rather curious Tumbris Kallengar.
Once the tent had been put up and the fire stoked, Kedon had gathered a bit of water and instructed Tumbris to stay at the camp and wait for him. He had plans for hunting their latest meal and didn't want the inexperienced elf to find himself in a world of trouble adventuring through the woods without him.
"You stay and keep warm," said Kedon in a stern tone. "I'll be back before you know it and with a fresh kill to fill both of our empty bellies."
Tumbris had not liked the idea of being left alone in the woods again but nodded as he sat by the fire warming his hands and feet. Kedon smirked at the young elven lad and reached down to tousle his messy white hair. The lad treated him to a small smile before turning his attention to the yellow-orange glow of the flames again.
Kedon gripped his infamous bow and made his way away from the camp, whistling for Ferkus as he ventured deeper into the woods knowing all too well that his younger brother would want a crack at whatever he brought down for them for dinner.
Tumbris watched as his new master and lover headed out into the darkened woods. He had not known what had been so appealing for a human like him to live out among a massive amount of trees and hardly any civilization but he thought the whole thing foolish when they'd been only a ways from a decent town and proper lodgings.
He had not noted the irony of him being an elf and supposed to be among the wonders of nature but wishing to be like the humans in their manner of comfort while the human he'd accompanied had been more like the elves of old born amid the wild and far from captivity at one with the forest and all nature.
Tumbris sighed as he continued to sit by the fire. He had no doubt that his master would return to him, he'd been more or less addicted to bedding him ever since their first encounter. As he sat warming himself amid the yellow-orange glow of the flames his master had set in a bid to keep him comfortable, the young elven lad recalled his rather odd trysts with the hulking brute of human make.
There was certainly a lot more to him than the apparent tales of his reputation and even more so, he seemed to be both sympathetic and attracted to elves.
Visions of Tumbris on his back and taking the massive cock that always seemed to swing between his master's powerful legs had been bombarding his senses and he found himself wanting so badly for his master to return and plow him like before until daybreak.
Tumbris' cheeks turned red as he tried his best to hide his most wicked of thoughts before the rumbling in his empty belly had gotten the bulk of his attention.
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Deep Inside The Brindlewood Forest....
Kedon Wilderwood had aimed his prized bow Artemis at the grazing lot of wild white-tailed deer who had been none the wiser as to his and Ferkus' approach. They stayed low to the ground and came up on the herd real close. There was an unspoken rule about not shooting the does and the young deer but the bucks were all the rage in terms of a proper hunt despite the fact that they'd be more likely to fight if they notice you or sense aggression. Kedon had known all too well how a buck could charge at one caught unawares and made provisions for it.
He had aimed for the buck's throat wanting to end its life quickly and cleanly despite the fact that he wasn't going to sell the carcass once he'd been done skinning and cutting out the meat.
Even Ferkus had been poised as Kedon took aim with his prized bow. He had seen enough of his brother's hunting to know to wait and be patient in a bid to bring down their prey and despite Kedon not being a dire wolf as he'd been, they still were a pack of sorts and hunted accordingly.
The flick of the bow's arrow was silent and swift as it burst from the bow and launched into the thick fur-covered neck of the buck grazing among the other white-tailed deer in the forest. The kill was instantaneous and right through the jugular vein which caused the buck to groan in shock as it bled internally choking to death and collapsing onto the forest floor dead. The surrounding deer all noted the distress of the buck and fled unsure of what direction the sudden measure of death had come from.
Another less fortunate deer had not been so fortunate as an arrow pierced its neck in much the same manner causing it to collapse as Ferkus howled and snarled before taking off toward his new prize and ensuring that it died before ripping into it with his razor-sharp teeth. Blood pooled into the mouth of the ravenous dire wolf as he growled cutting through muscle and tendon by way of his teeth and devouring all the best parts and organs not laced with acid as he continued to fill his fur-covered belly. He let out a grateful whimper in Kedon's direction as he feasted until he couldn't anymore.
Kedon smirked and made his way to the buck where he grabbed it by the legs and antlers throwing it rather effortlessly over his neck and shoulders and turned toward camp intending to make a fine meal and supplies out of it once he got back to his resting place.
He looked every bit the savage people believed him to be covered in mud and blood in the wake of his most recent hunt, but he had not a care in the world, he was back among the forest with a good meal in tow and a handsome young elven lad eagerly awaiting his return and to once again find himself bouncing on the end of his cock.
With Ferkus fed the dire wolf headed back to his place of rest until next he'd be out on the hunt with his elder brother.