Chapter 7: The Accursed One

Kedon's room, Ye Olde Raven Inn, Elderbloom, Unknown World...

Kedon Ares Wilderwood, who had been known throughout the land as The Ranger, or The Dark Ranger to be exact due to his reputation of sorts and the company he kept over the years while venturing through the Brindlewood forest. He had lived alone among the animals and the looming trees that towered above most of the land as he grew and learned various different arts by way of traveling warriors, merchants, and settlers where he'd stopped for a day or two while on patrol. He'd been given to drink and wild about women despite at all being picky about which sort he bedded when the drinks began to flow. He favored elvish men if he had to choose to bed another carrier of a cock, and human women mostly when it came to the opposite sex, with elven women he'd been more or less concerned about their magic, which he hated the use of and possibly breaking them given their smaller builds when it came to physical appeal. Despite all of this and his work as a ranger even with him living his life how he saw fit, Kedon had been a cursed man.

He knew not where it began, as he'd been only a babe when raised by a pack of dire wolves on the eastern coast and for a time believed he'd actually been born among them. Howling, hunting, and patrolling with them until it came time for them to mate and the differences had been clear. He'd been an outcast and no she-wolf had dared give him the time of day, revealing the truth of his mortal status during a hunt when his pack had been wiped out by human hunters.

The human hunters had turned out to have been rangers and opted to teach the confused boy who believed he'd been a wolf when he came at them for revenge, only to be hit with an awful truth. He'd been human himself, well mostly, and his family had been dead thanks to the rangers hired to take them out by order of the noble king in retaliation for the murder of his mutilated young squire and infant son.

The Rangers then named, Pollux De Sotras and Marvious Kaveel, together were quite the team taking out wild animals, the accursed, undead, harpies, and any manner of fowl or beast that needed killing. Pollux had been the senior Ranger, aged and haggard in his appearance and appeal. He had low eyes and a short brand of temper not suitable for raising a normal child but He had raised and instructed young Kedon nonetheless and even named him due to his unfortunate situation of being born amid the wilds and fatherless.

Kedon Ares Wilderwood had been what he'd chosen and both he had the good-natured Marv both mentored and raised little Kedon on the ways of being a ranger and living life amid the wilds of the forest and how best to go about coexisting with it.

The Rangers, or at least the sect that Old Pollux and Good Marv had been from were all about keeping to their respective codes and patrolling morning, noon, and night. Kedon had attempted to emulate their code at first but could never measure up, mostly due to him not actually being a pledged ranger in the first place. He'd honed the skills and knowledge of the wild taught to him by the men that raised him and gone his own way when he was met with rejection despite his skillful exploits on their behalf by The Faction of Rangers as a whole. He kept the skills and the manner while taking jobs for hire while they did their duty out of obligation and honor. Unworthy to join and their refusal to conscript him into their ranks had left Kedon alone and embittered about the whole experience despite him keeping in touch with Old Pollux and Good Marv until the old man's death during a hunt by way of an elusive black beast deep in the woods and Marv right after him while saving a village of townsfolk from a vampire attack.

Since then Kedon had been on his own in the world once more lacking a family and wondering aimlessly while making coin and felling any manner of unruly brute and vile fiend that crossed his path and endangered the lives around him. He'd been most welcome among the trees and in towns that had heard of his reputation for monster hunting.

More often than not he'd been seen as a troublemaker and proceeded to adhere to the many labels placed upon him by clueless strangers. He had just come off a fresh kill in the woods when he ventured toward The Iron Ore Inn, taking a moment to not the collective gasps that took place when he entered dressed in black leather from head to toe aside from his massively muscled arms.

Kedon had seen the rotund merchant slap the white-haired young elf across the face causing a nasty red print to stain his golden pale flesh. The earthy scent of the young elf had gotten The strange Ranger's attention and he approached him once he'd gone back with a pile of dishes in his hands struggling to keep his tears at bay due to the stinging of his cheek still marked by the red hand print.

Kedon approached him swiftly pulling him toward his rented room and tossing him into the nearby wall as he sought the scent that was plaguing his senses. His cock had instantly hardened as he quickly fished it from his trousers and impaled the whimpering elf not caring in the least if he'd been male or female in the wake of his wolfish desire to claim him and his untouched womb. Over and over again he pounded him into the wall leaving him gasping in the wake of his grunts before letting him fall to the floor once their act concluded. He'd been cruel and wanting but he had no stomach for unneeded abuses of any sort as he made his way back downstairs and ordered a few more rounds of drink now that he'd had the white-haired elven lad for himself.

The last thing Kedon recalled was his accursed bloodlust getting the better of him and his departing the Inn in favor of the hunt that called to his tormented being as he snarled and growled in the wake of his bones and skin shifting beneath the light of the full moon. His howls were deep and mournful in nature as the curse had begun to manifest as it had so many nights ago when he had unwittingly killed his father of sorts Old Pollux by tearing out his throat and mauling his insides until he chewed upon the old bastard's gangly heart while it still beat in its grasp. The poor lad had been none the wiser until the realization hit him long after Pollux was killed and Marv in another part of the vast wide world still looking to make a difference and under the direction of his Ranger brothers.

On that night he had killed again, ripping and clawing until the bright crimson of blood oozed and filled his waiting mouth and gladdened his beastly heart. He had terrorized the good people in his drunken rage and now he murdered them unbeknownst to him and them both in favor of his bloodlust. He awoke covered in blood and seemingly buried as he stumbled into the Inn reeking of vomit and dirt, as he was escorted by the white-haired elf he'd taken before up to his room and subsequently bathed while he'd been plied with more drink and two elven servants due to the horror of the screams going on outside and the assumption that he'd fought with the beast that had killed at least four people before being driven away by the strange Ranger who had come to town.

Kedon had rolled onto his back evidently spent from yet another sweat-driven romp with the white-haired elven lad and a good round of drink to top it all off. He smirked as folded his arms back against his head looking up at the ceiling still reeling from the satisfaction that filled both himself and the elven lad. Kallengar had said nothing as he softly stroked Kedon's chest and nuzzled his cheek against the flesh of the reasonably smooth portion of The Ranger's bare muscled chest.

"Was my nimble elven body satisfactory for your pleasurable enjoyment, Master?" asked Kallengar at last breaking the silence that had fallen between them.

At the moment their mutual act had come to a close.

Kedon had been impressed he could speak human dialect at all.

"It was most definitely satisfactory Elf," he replied. "Especially with your tight elvish cunt squeezing my cock right at the end."

Kallengar seemed to be pleased that he'd impressed his new master. He had been much too afraid of offending one so brutal even in the act of rutting and had almost preferred the rotund merchant's whip to the possible ire of the man that had taken over as his master by way of force.

"You will do well to get some rest while you can," said Kedon closing his eyes. "We leave before nightfall."

Kallengar was once more in a state of shock when he heard this, he'd been here at Iron Ore Inn for most of his young life since his kidnapping and being sold here, and now he'd been headed back out into the big wide world with it's shifting elements and various dangers around every rock and tree on the path. He supposed being on the road with a capable Ranger had been a boon than traveling on his own or remaining a prisoner at the Inn.

Taking one last look at his lover-turned-new master, Tumbris closed his eyes and tried to get as much rest as he could before they took off before nightfall. He was going to miss the girls, if he was being honest, and even the old Inn but he was glad to finally be rid of the rotund merchant and his heinous clients and their filthy and sometimes oddly misshapen cocks being shoved into his young mouth and anus. He'd been doubly glad they never found out about his hidden sex or he'd have never gotten away from them.

The brutish Ranger known as Kedon had been different in that sense, he'd been the first and only one to take him in that regard.