Shisu-Chan00 Posted May 7, 2018 Share Posted May 7, 2018 Name: Wryn Kaylar Occupation: Healer Age: Elf ages are strange he has reached maturity so he is over 600 years old Powers: He is a magical being and he has a familiar who is a golden dragon. Likes: Helping others, sleeping, reading, magic, and his adoptive son Dislikes: Curses, witches, stormy nights, and his father Personality: Wryn is a rather quiet guy unless he is around his family or rather adoptive son. He helped Wryn forget about the work and to make sure to have fun every now and again, which is a nice change. When he is working he is consumed in it making sure he can give his most focus to those he is helping. He likes to travel long distances to help others when his village is healthy. Background: The elf’s father was a medicine man like himself and his mother had passed when he was young. He never missed her cause he never met her but when his father didn't come back from one of his traveling medicine appointments he found out what real loss was. At a young age of 450 he had to take on the work of his father while battling for the affections of the woman he loved. When Wryn was a boy he fell in love with a woman in the village. She was beautiful and smart and reminded him that life was too short to be too serious all the time. The only bad part was is that she saw him as no more than a trusted friend and after they were old enough she left. Running away with a human and falling in love, leaving Wryn alone with his heart broken. Years passed and one night she appeared again, mortally wounded and in need of help but instead of letting him help her she handed him a child. Telling him to take care of him and to let him grow up big and strong. She then passed leaving Wryn with her hybrid child to raise. Wryn had a hard time for awhile raising the boy for he grew faster than normal and his features day after day would look more and more like his mothers. Soon enough he let the heartbreak soothe and he could be a real father to the boy while teaching him magic that his own father taught him. ~~~ Decades ago when the elves settled in this small village it was for the hopes that no humans would ever find them. That they would stay within solidarity and out of the hands of those who would use them. Elves had magical abilities, beautiful talents, and were among some of the best artisans out there. Many of them had their own special talents and special trades that made them special, and some were teachers to younger generations. With the birth rate being so low among their people there wasn't much teaching happening but elves live long lives and old elves can always learn new tricks. Many kept their heads stuck in books while others found their calling on the gardens, cropping for others so there was plenty of food for everyone. Although the population rarely soared there were small numbers of children that would grace the village with their livelyness. Some older elves having forgotten how to be young, their breathe of fresh air putting the joy back in the little village. There was silence and peace between them for the longest time, until humans found them and started to colonize them. They came introducing markets, trading, and travel to them bringing with them diseases unlike the elves had ever seen. Their immune system was already really high but there was no doubt that the need of a medicine man became apparent. Wryn's father, like his father before him, and generations before that took up the line of medicine man and kept the disease out of the villages. It wasn't until his grandfather did they decide to take their medicine outside of the village, to help others in need. Other elven tribes, humans, and other creatures of the like. Being one with nature meant feeling its pain and it was apparent that many needed the help of the medicine men, not just their own people. Traveling became a big past time when the people of their village were healthy they would travel far and wide. Helping those they came across the best they could, wowing them with the magic of their elven roots. With travel came great dangers and his grandfather, just like his own father, perished on the trails helping others. Wryn due to his fathers untimely death was handed over the family business early, realizing he needed to be a man before the age of 600. Elves matured completely at 600 years of age and Wryn had to take on the work of a grown man at the age of 450. His father had taught him alot but he wasn't able to do everything his father could have done. Most of what he knows is self taught and he wasn't able to cure everything but he could try. He always has his nose in a book, learning new spells to help those around him and to protect the only thing that mattered to him. His heir, was Gildir, a son of the woman he loved but born from a different father. He had not fallen in love again and at his age if an elf hadn't found the one he was destined to be with he probably wouldn't find it. Meaning Gildir was his only son, his only heir. Dawn brought the calling of a new day, new difficulties, and new studies. The light peeked through the opening of his little home, pulling him from his sleep. A light groan came from his lips as he rolled over, trying to get away from the warmth of the sun and the duties that dawn brought. Of course, the moral compass within Wryn wouldn’t let him sleep and he slowly rolled out of bed, his white hair a mess. He walked to the small wash basin in his home and washed his face before wiping it clean with a rag, his golden eyes looking into his reflection on a pane of glass. He thought he looked tired, maybe a little over worked? He didn’t know. He felt a light sickening feeling in his stomach and he wondered just what that was. He pushed it down into the depths of his being trying to push his thoughts from the feeling in his gut. That feeling that something was going to go wrong today. Elves had a great intuition, he shouldn't have been pushing it out of his thoughts but he also couldn't let it dominate his thoughts. If it was an omen he couldn't shake it, and he could do nothing to stop it. Long as he kept himself on his toes and made sure Gildir was fine he could get through the day. He tried to let this feeling of dread pass from his body but even as he tried to it would be at the back of his mind all day. The elf quickly got dressed and walked to his adoptive sons room, lightly knocking on the door. “Gildir, wake up! I’m going to make something for breakfast.” He called into the room not bothering to open it and walk in. If the kid was still asleep in a little while he would go in and wake him up. He had a long day ahead of him, some children had come down with a rather nasty fever throughout the night and he already had a line of people waiting for him at his shop that morning. He was the local medicine man, healing people was his specialty. Then again it was just magic and a little bit of a good heart but he still was doing wonders for some of the other elves and villages he traveled to. The white haired elf turned the corner into their small little kitchen, banging pots around as he looked for the ingredients to make a rather small breakfast for him and Gildir. It was looked down upon, their little set up. Wryn was the adoptive father to Gildir who was a half-breed between human and elf. Many of the other villagers refused to see him because he had taken in such an unsightly product from a taboo love. Sadly, Wryn was too in love with Gildir’s mother to turn the child away and he would have died by himself. Now he didn’t care what others thought and he was incredibly protective of his son. Even though they had different last names he never thought to think that Gildir wasn’t his own family. They had been together since the boy was just a baby, his original parents didn’t even raise him Wryn had. He liked to think that the boy saw him as his father but he knew all too well that no one could take his fathers place. During his younger years Gildir had looked more and more like his mother, Daeril, and it haunted Wryn for the woman he loved he couldn’t save. Not only that but she had chosen another, leaving Wryn always second best to everyone and everything in his life. Even his father chose the life of healing over raising his own son. None of that mattered now that he was reaching his 700’th birthday and life was moving on as if it had never even stopped. It was as if just yesterday his mother was knocking on his back door, crying for help and handing over that small bundle of joy over to him. Wryn still to this day believes his biggest failure was not being able to save her. He shook his head trying to pull himself from his thoughts as he finished making breakfast. Unconsciously doing so in his state of jumbled thoughts and emotions. He cleared the table that was messy with spell-books and sat two plates down for him and Gildir. He walked back to the others room and knocked on the door, “Gildir! Don’t make me come in there!” he called still rather quietly. He secretly didn’t want him to wake up from this…instead he opened the door hearing it lightly creak open. He stepped into his room and walked over to the bed, gently almost soundlessly, sitting on his bed. He leaned over the younger elf and lightly brushed hair from his face, “Your breakfast is gong to get cold…” he spoke softly as he looked down into the face of the only being he cared about. He was in love with Gildir and would have done anything for him. Some mornings he liked to come in an reminisce on the times he was little and could talk him to sleep with the little elf wrapped around his waist. He always clung to Wryn even after he had told him he was adopted. When he was little he would climb into Wryn’s bed at night because he didn’t want to be alone and so the older elf would just rub his back until he would silently go to sleep. Of course, now that they were older and Gildir was practically a man he couldn’t do much about it. He couldn’t touch him so freely anymore he couldn’t do this but in the mornings so he took advantage of it. They were always close, Wryn never thought anything of it. He gently let his fingers roam through that dark brown hair and he hummed lightly, “What a stubborn boy…you have chores you know…” he was practically speaking to himself knowing that he probably wasn’t going to wake up less Wryn pushed him off the bed. Then again, maybe he would get lucky today and the younger elves eyes would open and blink sleepily up at him like he had when he was little. Something inside of Wryn felt off today. That feeling from before came swelling back up into his gut and he knew he wasn't going to be able to ignore it much longer. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong. He tried to brush it aside but he just couldn’t and as he coaxed Gildir from sleep the feeling kept rising up into his gut forcing his attention to it. Something was going to happen today that wasn’t going to be good, he didn’t know what but he could just tell that there was a bad omen in the air and he would have to protect his treasure to the last dying breathe if he had to. Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted May 8, 2018 Share Posted May 8, 2018 Name: Gildir Blumenthal Age: 73 Occupation: Hunter, warrior. Likes: The forest, training, hunting, music, spending time with Wryn. Dislikes: The villagers, discrimination, injustice, being separated from Wryn. Personality: Bright, kind, emotional, talkative, slightly possessive towards Wryn. Polite but distant and cautious towards others. Birth: Gildir is a half human, half Elf hybrid. His father Reed Blumenthal was a free mercenary, taking odd jobs such as delivery or convoy escorts to sustain himself. During one of such works he escorted a caravan of merchants to do business at a Elvan village and met Daeril Grelynn, a young Elvan mage. Having spent most of her life in the village and its surrounding forest, the stories of Reed’s travels fascinated Daeril, and the wandering mercenary was more than happy to brag about his adventures. As the two spent more time with each other they quickly grew more and more intimate, and when Reed left the village to escort the merchants for the rest of their journey, Daeril followed, choosing her passion over the village she’d spent all her life in. Nothing was heard of the couple until the fateful night when Daeril showed up at her childhood friend Wryn’s doorstep mortally wounded, entrusting her son before she passed way. Background: Gildir grew up in the Elvan village isolated. While no physical harm ever came to Gildir due to the respect the villagers had for his adopted father, Gildir had to suffer his fair share of subtle insults and discrimination because of his heritage. Gildir didn’t have any friends either, since the Elves have a low birth rate, there were very few children to begin with, and due to his human heritage he quickly outgrew the few children in the village and thus was excluded from their small circle of friends. Gildir would have grown up twisted and spiteful if not for the love and care he received from Wryn, who he loved and admired. The nature of this love gradually changed however as his body and mind reached maturity, but he had to face the fact that the one he loved only saw him only as his adopted son. Abilities: Due to his hybrid heritage, Gildir grew up much faster by Elvan standard. Yet his physical and mental growth was not matched when it comes to magic. Despite Wryn’s best efforts, Gildir had difficulty mastering even the most elementary Elvan magic(Although to be fair, an ordinary Elf of his age would fair little better). When frustrated, Gildir would run off deep into the woods, watching, listening, observing, and learning. Ironically this made him an excellent warrior, fighting in a wild, unpredictable, almost beastly fashion which he learned from the predators in the forest. While he was reasonably proficient with a bow and arrow, his favored weapon of choice was his long curved sword: the only memento of his father which Daeril carried when she showed up that night. He became the best fighter in the village when it comes to close combat, but also made him a bit over-confident. Darkness, cold, constant shaking, sounds of heavy panting, painful groans, the nervous tremble of someone’s arms around him, and the wetness of some warm, iron tasting liquid dripping over his face. These were the earliest memories Gildir could recall. It was awful, frightening, as even his infant mind understood that something precious was being lost, and he would soon be alone and helpless. And then, everything changed, a gentle warmth surrounded his body and he tried to look, catching a glimpse of the most beautiful silver glow with his barely opened eyes. This memory would come back to Gildir countless times in his dreams as he grew up, while he did not understand what it meant when he was little, it all made sense when his father, adopted father rather, told him the story of his birth. While Gildir had to admit that he was shocked and paralyzed by the fact that he was not Wryn Kaylar’s real son, part of him always knew that to be true. He clearly didn’t look like his adopted father, not to mention that Wryn had followed his mother’s wishes to let him keep his real father’s surname: Blumenthal. In time that shock turned to disappointment, acceptance, and eventually, gratitude. Gildir was almost thankful to the gods for not letting him be born of Wryn’s flesh and blood. If he were, his life would certainly be much easier, he would’ve been able to be proud of his heritage, but then, he would’ve never be able to know Wryn as anything but his father. He wouldn’t be able to know Wryn as a man who he respected, admired, and loved. And speaking of love, Wryn’s soft and lovely voice seemed to be coming from afar, a voice which Gildir would always welcome. Even when Wryn was angry his voice had a certain elegance to it, or perhaps that’s just Gildir’s affection towards Wryn warping his judgement. In any case, whenever Wryn called, Gildir would be happy to respond. But despite his efforts, Gildir’s body just refused to move, his eyelids felt as heavy as the earth itself, and the mattress was like quicksand dragging him down, made him sink into an bottomless warm abyss. Gildir was usually quite an early bird, a habit which he got from being brought up by Wryn, and he’d usually hop off his bed and rush to the kitchen before Wryn even have to call him. But he was simply too exhausted from the hunt last night. While the forest around the village was inhabited by a wide variety of creatures, and some rather dangerous, the village itself was protected by several circles of protective spells, creating a safe zone where it was safe for Elves and more docile animals alike to live in peace. That being said, occasionally the parameter would be breached by stray predators, monsters, or even bandits. It would then be the village hunters’ job to deal with those threats, and whatever meat, skin, fur, or any goods retrieved would contribute to the village’s economy. Gildir became one of such hunters not by choice, as he preferred to become a healer like Wryn, but lacked the magical power to do so. While his hunting style was more or less self-taught, it proved to be sufficient dealing with whatever the forest threw at him, from wolves and bears, to orcs and goblins. Incidentally it also allowed him to venture deep into the woods and find precious herbs to help Wryn in his job, a fact which gave him much solace. Despite his capabilities however, the sudden surge of intruders lately had pushed all of the village hunters to their limit. Last night was particularly harsh, as a Giant Green Bear, a creature at the top of the food chain and only live in the deepest part of the forest, entered the outer protection circle for some reason. It took the combined effort of Gildir and several other hunters to finally drive the beast away. Additionally since the reason for the creature to venture so far from its usual habitat remained unknown, there was no telling whether it would come again or not, so Gildir stayed up pretty much the whole night on watch, and only returned home before dawn. Gildir continued to fight against the hold of his bed, but with little success. He was able to hear Wryn yelling something about coming it but couldn’t quite figure out what he meant. Soon enough the familiar footsteps could be heard approaching his room, the distinct screech of the wooden floor telling Gildir the exact position of Wryn’s every move. The door opened, and as the familiar presence of Wryn came closer and closer, it had the opposite effect of waking him up, and the gentle touch he felt on his head only soothed him further. With Wryn around, everything just felt so much warmer, gentler, safer. Once again his earliest memories came to him, and instinctively he reached out, wanting to bring that warmth closer. “Hug..... father....” Gildir mumbled as he rolled to his side and wrapped his arms around Wryn’s waist, rubbing his face into Wryn’s clothes. Gildir could feel the warmth and softness of Wryn’s body, he could even smell the scent of all the herbs and medicine Wryn used on a daily basis, mixed with the natural scent of the elf himself, which Gildir would compare to a spring morning at the forest. Everything felt so wonderful, and so real too! Gildir thought the gods must have rewarded his hard work last night with such a great dream. How else could you explain this moment of absolute happiness? But then, no dream could be this good.... this.... real. “FATHER?!” Gildir exclaimed as the realization suddenly hit him, quickly he let go of his adopted father’s waist and pulled back, bumping his head against the headboard. “Ouch~~~~” Gildir whined as he rubbed the spot of impact on his head and looked at Wryn with teary eyes: “Umm.... Sorry father. I thought it was a dream....wait...why are you here?.............Oh by the gods it’s morning already!?” Gildir quickly stumbled down his bed and began to dress himself, while able to multitask pushing some of the scattered stuff on the floor under the bed or his desk, as he didn’t have the energy to put away all his gear properly last night. It would be an understatement to say that he was embarrassed, as both the Elvan-child and Human-man in him panicked to make his room presentable to Wryn. Once the floor was clear Gildir turned back to look at Wryn and said: “Okay! Good morning father! So, breakfast right? You have no idea how hungry I am right now! Seriously I think I can eat that Giant Green Bear myself if it ever show up again!” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted May 9, 2018 Author Share Posted May 9, 2018 Wryn peered down at the sleeping figure of his son sighing lightly as the little guy seemed completely exhausted. Today was going to be busy for Wryn for he was going to be stuck healing the sick in their village that seemed to be growing in number. He would then have to be dealing with the broken barrier, him and the other magic users would be dealing most of their day repairing it. The intruder from the other night not only had broken the seal but had also left the barrier open. Gildir and the other hunters pushed it back and watched the barrier all evening but none the less it would still need to be fixed, probably by a stronger spell too. This would fall onto Wryn seeing as he was one of the most well practices magic users in the village. Although others were good none were near as good as him when it come to non-combatant magic. He wasn’t all too excited about spending the day fixing it but he knew that he couldn’t let the village down. Things like this happened and it was his job to make sure everyone was safe. His golden eyes fell down onto the sleeping brown locks on the pillow, a light shimmer of light falling onto Gildirs face. He couldn’t help but want to reach out and touch him again, to be as close to him as he was when they were younger. Then again he didn’t make the move. He jumped a little hearing his title slide from Gildir’s lips and he chuckled lightly as the arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Surprisingly the others grip was strong, and it took him a little off guard. A hand roamed into those brown locks and gently tossled them around hearing the sleepy groans leaving his sons lips. He was so cute, even no that he was over 60 he was still the cutest thing Wryn had ever seen. That’s saying a lot too. He had so much work in the forest and traveling that he had seen plenty of cute creatures and yet his heart belonged to Gildir the moment his little fingers wrapped around his hand when he was little. When those big eyes peered up into his own, calling him father for the first time it was like a dream come true. Wryn had never thought he would have kids, specially after the only girl he liked left and there were no other elves in the village that held his attention. None that he had spent any time with either, Gildir’s mother was one of his only friends and one of the only other children around the time he was born. He couldn’t help but want to hear his name slide from his sons lips over and over again. It was like music to his ears and that title pulled him out of his thoughts again. He jumped a little and chuckled softly reaching over to help him, “Careful! Easy now…” he smiled a little as the other peered up at him with teary eyes, almost like a child. As the other elf quickly realized it was morning and hopped out of bed, leaving his father sitting on the mattress just watching him busily go about the room. The messy room hadn’t bothered him, he knew all too well that Gildir had gotten back late and knew that he would keep it tidy when he had the moment. The older elf stood and stretched a moment before nodding, “Yes. Do not worry about the room right now. You can clean it later. You worked hard last night…you deserve a break.” He smiled a little and moved to the door pushing it open, his slender figure leaning against the doorframe as he looked back to Gilder. “I’ve prepared breakfast for you. You missed dinner last night…I tried to stay up for you but sleep caught me off guard and I had to retire early. To make up for it I made you a great breakfast knowing all too well you would be hungry this morning!” He smiled a little and motioned for his son to follow him. He found his way back into the kitchen, picking up a few of the spell books that he had fallen asleep reading the night before. He placed them on one of the book shelves that circled his kitchen. The small home that he and Gildir lived in was the one his father had lived in before that and so it was made for learning magic. Books lined every available space and when Gilder came into the picture Wryn had to baby proof it and then Gildir proof it. The kid was anxious to learn and yet his magical abilities did not meet with that of his physical ones. To Wryn’s dismay he was not going to be able to keep up the healing after he was gone. He still had hope that he could teach him some things but this was only a reach in the dark. It was a 50/50 chance if it would work or not and Wryn was hoping it would. He knew that it was a shot in the dark but he could still try. Long as Gildir was willing to learn then he would be willing to teach, plus he enjoyed the time they spent together during this time. He pulled out the stool at the table before sitting down waiting patiently for his son to take the seat across from him. “How big was the opening in the barrier?” he asked setting a spoon and fork next to the bowl of oatmeal/grits, and the left over boar they had that worked as a good ham for a morning breakfast. He had to know just how big the barrier was for this would depend how much he would be spending on it. Also…how big of an enemy could get in while he was fixing it…that nasty feeling still lingered in his gut. He knew that something was going to happen and yet here he was having breakfast instead of preparing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted May 9, 2018 Share Posted May 9, 2018 (I took the liberty to accelerate our progress a bit. I hope you're okay with it. If not just tell and I'll backtrack) Wryn’s words praising his work meant a lot to Gildir, bringing a big smile to his face. Even though he knew that compliment was no doubt biased due to him being Wryn’s adopted son, objectivity wasn’t really Gildir’s concern and he’d take Wryn’s praises whenever he could, since Wrynas words alone were enough motivation for Gildir to do pretty much anything at all. Gildir’s ember eyes followed the glow of silver as Wryn got up from his bed and walked towards the door, the slender figure which was in his arms moments ago now leaning on the frame, his handsome profile revealed as he looked back over his shoulder. Under the morning son Wryn looked almost divine in Gildir’s eyes, and he praised himself for keeping his calm living under the same roof with such an beautiful, luring man. With great resolve, Gildir kept his calm and followed Wryn out of the bedroom. “Sorry for letting you wait last night. If I knew it would take that long I would’ve told you beforehand, or at least leave a note.” Gildir said apologetically as he walked down the hallway. Soon they arrived at the kitchen. While Wryn put away some the the books he left there, Gildir went to the cupboards and took out their usual plates and utensils to set on the dining table. Gildir sat down across Wryn and was overjoyed by the whole table of food in front of him. As he dug in he listened to Gildir’s question and recalled the fight they had with the Giant Green Bear last night. As its name implied, the creature was massive in size, almost 5 meters tall when standing on two legs. It has a symbiotic relationship with a form of moss which covered its fur, thus giving it the green color. The moss had a strange property which could absorb most forms of magic, combing with its near thick skin and steel like muscle, made the bear near impervious to all forms of attack. It was nothing less than a miracle that the hunters who faced the creature last night all came out of it alive and with only minor injuries. While Gildir didn’t doubt that if the bear stayed and fight till the end, he would be able to take it down, he couldn’t help but think that the creature left last night not because it felt danger, but because it simply wanted to save itself the trouble of dealing with the Elvan nuisance it stumbled upon and get moving. Gildir said as he put a spoonful of grits in his mouth: “The damage was..um.... severe... It was........ like the aftermath of a landslide or earthquake. I can’t say for sure how big the breach was but it must be rather large. I mean... A Giant Green Bear broke through!” Gildir swallowed the food and continued: “I’m sure the hunter standing guard after I left would have a better idea now the sun is up.” Gildir noticed the slight frown on Wryn’s handsome face. With a smile Gildir said: “Ah don’t worry father, I’m sure everything would be alright. I mean a Giant Green Bear showed up for crying out loud! There’s no way that things can get any.......” Suddenly a deafening bang interrupted Gildir in mid sentence, as if something large and heavy had fallen from the sky. The whole house shook and trembled, knocking several plates and piles of books down. “What the hell...” Gildir groaned once the dust settled. Quickly he got up from his chair and rushed back to his room, grabbing the long curve sword and rushed back out again. He turned to Wryn and said: “Stay here father, I’m gonna check it out.” Gildir got out of the house, and to his astonishment what used to be a shrine to the gods in the middle of the town square was replaced by a massive object, something which was still fresh in Gildir’s memory. “Giant Green Bear? But...why?!” Gildir was about to draw his sword, then he realized the constant stream of blood flowing out from countless holes on the creature’s body. Gildir looked around, seeing many others who had also came out to investigate. He tried to see how could the creature end up in the middle of the town, but saw no sign of destruction, nor trail left by the creature moving. Gildir was shocked, confused, his brain simply froze as he couldn’t comprehend the sight in front of him. It took him a moment to finally come to the realization that someone, or something, has defeated the beast, and somehow, launched the massive thing to the air which caused it to land here. Gildir wondered who or what could accomplish such a thing. Then the next moment something else landed on the bear’s bleeding corpse. The thing possessed a roughly humanoid form: standing on two legs with two hands, each of its limb were easily as long as a full grown man’s height and ended with five digits each. It did not have the build to match its height however, as the thing looked frail and thin, like a sack of bones wrapped in pale, bluish white skin. It also did not have any visible sexual characteristics on its body, as both its chest and crotch looked flat and smooth. At this point one may still mistake it to be some form of strange demihuman, or perhaps a famished giant, but a look above the thing’s neck would prove it to be otherwise, as instead of a head, a massive white ball took its place. The ball was constantly twitching, shaking, with what resembled veins popping out all over its surface, and at its front there was a massive vertical slit with some sort of white slime constantly seeping out and dripping down. Everyone remained silent, as they could not process the unrealistic sight in front of their eyes, and they simply watched as the slit on the thing’s “head” opened up. Before any of them could react, a tendril flew out the slit and impaled one of the villagers nearby, then shook him off like a piece of garbage. It was at that moment did the villagers finally caught up with reality. They began to scream and cry in panic and started to run off in all directions, but more tendrils burst out of the thing’s head, causing more victims by the second. “Run everyone! Run!” Gildir screamed as he drew his sword and rush towards the thing. He swung his blade at one of the approaching tendrils but in vain, as the surface of the thing was soft yet resilient like sponge or rubber. Thanks to his agility he was able to doge several more attempts of impalement, which only seemed to have made the tendrils more eager to chase him down, blocking his escape route. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted May 15, 2018 Author Share Posted May 15, 2018 Wryn couldn’t help but feel a little less worried about the evenings events. With the comforting words of his son he was able to nod and start to eat. Listening to his story about the other night in hopes that the bear would be finished with them. In their moment when the giant thud sounded over the village he shifted his hands catching the books from falling on their heads with magic. He watched them levitate back to their original places, his eyes focusing on Gildir as they sat there, wondering what it was that had just exactly happened. The thud was huge, like a massive earthquake. That gut wrenching feeling was back and Wryn felt like he was going to throw up. He moved easily grabbing his staff moving for the door only to be told to wait there. Sure he was the adult but the only reason he wanted to move out there was to help anyone that might have gotten hurt from the Earth’s shudder. After a few moments of silence he walked out of his hut, the giant golden staff in his hands as he found his way beside Gildir. The bear was bleeding out in the middle of the town, having fallen on the towns shrine. Those golden eyes shifted over the entire area, trying to find a reason for the bears appearance in their villiage, the fact he was bleeding and dying meant something bigger had caused this damage. Something much bigger than the giant bear that laid before them. The bear’s corpse was flattened by the sudden pressure of a new intruder. An ugly, unreal being that had killed it stood ontop of it, its human form mocking the elves. It had two legs like a human and had limbs that were like arms however, they were long enough to be the height of an average man. The thing had five fingers on each limb and yet it wasn’t human. The head was the most disturbing part to Wryn and his eyes just watched it as the slit opened, exposing the tendrils that were going to be their villages downfall. Without warning one of these appendages slashed out, impaling one of the villagers off to their left. Wryn instantly moved to help them but was shocked to find that this wasn’t the only victim. His brain had to quickly work around the panic around the people. As they started to run, leaving the area to flee for their lives he put up a protective barrier around himself rushing to the first victim. He knelt down feeling for a pulse only to find the woman had died, probably on impact. He groaned lowly and shook his head, his elemental quickly appearing. A hand lightly and fondly traced over the dragons head and Wryn peered to the being that was now chasing after his son. “Protect Gildir.” He whispered to his dragon who quickly left his side to battle the thing that was trying to kill his son. The dragon was incredibly powerful and it represented the power within Wryn. As long as he was breathing and had a strong will the dragon would too. It was his soul so to speak and as it dashed to place itself infront of an attack that would have left Gildir dead it blew fire at the beast. A bone shattering cry filled the air and it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. The beast recoiled from the flames turning its attention to the elemental. Leaving Gildir and opening to attack its ugly being. Wryn on the other hand was making his way to a group of wounded, quickly using his abilities to heal them. Some were luckier than others and he could easily heal them without much effort. The ones that were struggling he had to leave, his energy being used up with his elemental to deal with them and save their lives. Instead he turned to modern medicine wrapping the wound with gauze before handing them off to some of the less wounded. Elf hunters were rounding into the area trying to find a way to attack the beast. The dragon still occupying most of its attention Wryn called out to his son, “Gildir! You must get out of here!” he didn’t want to lose his only son. Even though it wasn’t his true son this child would be ever more important to him. Losing Gildir meant losing the only thing Wryn ever loved and that would have been the death to him. Instead he wanted to battle the beast to protect his son, to protect the village. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted May 16, 2018 Share Posted May 16, 2018 Gildir was struggling with the tendrils when suddenly a wave of flames engulfed the appendages which tried to encircle him. He looked up and saw the familiar golden serpant swimming in mid-air helping him. "The dragon?! That means... Father?!" Erwin looked around and soon found Wryn some distance away healing the injured. It would seem that his adopted father has ignored his warning to stay hidden, but then again, what sort of father would listen to a son's command? Not to mention the fact that however you look at it, Wryn should be a much more capable fighter than Gildir given his magical prowess and experience. But Gildir couldn’t help but wanting to show Wryn that he was mature enough, strong enough as a man to protect him. In the meantime the strange creature had changed its behavior. When it first landed in the middle of the village and started to attack people, everything was done by its countless tendrils while its body remained still. But as its tentacles was burnt by the dragon’s fire, the creature began to screech, not sure if it was out of pain, anger, frustration, or something else. Countless eyes of different size, color, and shape formed all over the big white ball that creature had for a head and looked around, their irises widening and shrinking as if getting used to light or focusing, each following the elves who were still alive around the area, until one after another their gaze turned to Wryn. Slowly the creature raise its leg and started to step forward, its movement seemed slow, but with its abnormal length each stride meant a massive distance traveled. Meanwhile more tendrils swarmed out of the creature’s head and started to attack almost frantically at anyone and anything moving around it. Seeing this, Gildir began to control the flow of magic inside him, letting it fuse with the curved blade in his hand. With his small magical pool and lack of control, Gildir had great difficulty mastering any Elvan magic, but he found out that by letting his magic flow in the blade, he was able to increase its sharpness significantly. The down side of it is that he only seemed able to do so with the curved blade his real father left him. It was also a trick which he had only discovered lately, and has never actually tested in battle. But given the circumstances he was in no position to hold back. “Come dragon! We need to protect Father!” Gildir yelled as he rush towards Wryn while swinging his sword. With the dragon covering his flank he was able to concentrate ahead, and with his blade now imbued with magic it proved to be enough to cut through the swarm of tendrils in his way. But every time Gildir cut off one tentacle, two seemed to take its place, then the one he cut off earlier would heal almost instantly and join to attack him once more. Soon his advances was halted, and the best he could manage was to protect himself from being overwhelmed. Just as Gildir struggled for his life, the creature had moved right in front of Wryn. With a swift move the creature grabbed the Elf with its massive hand and lifted him up, ignoring all the resistance and attacks he threw at it. Then suddenly the creature began to radiate a blinding light, which seemed to travel from the creature’s body to the elf in his hand. Then the light disappeared, and the creature loosened its fingers, letting the Elf drop on the ground. “Father!” Gildir cried as he tried to rush to Wryn’s side. Strangely the tentacles all started to retract, allowing Gildir to rush to close. As Gildir held up Wryn in one arm, his other hand kept the blade pointed at the creature. By then all of the tendrils had returned back into slit and it closed. A strange hallow of bright light occurred on top of the creature’s head, and slowly the thing levitated off ground, slowly accelerating upwards until it disappeared above the clouds. Gildir kept his eyes up for a while before he realized that they were safe again. He hurriedly turn to look at Wryn and asked: “Father are you okay?! What did that thing do?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted May 20, 2018 Author Share Posted May 20, 2018 He felt sick to his stomach. He was using up too much energy as it was and he couldn’t keep everyone safe. No matter how much he tried something was going to happen no matter what. He couldn’t protect his son, the thing that was most precious to him, and save everyone in the village. He was unable to do it and he would just have to accept it. Then again, being the man he was he wouldn’t be able to accept it and everyone who died here today he would blame himself. Wryn was so busy healing the man who was withering in pain under him that he hadn’t noticed the change in the creatures behavior. He had all of his energy pouring into his elemental and the healing ritual he was doing at the moment that he had no shields up. As the creature seemed to be crying or bellowing in pain it opened its eyes, all of them and trained them on Wryn. His busy hands didn’t stop working through as he started to patch the wound in the mans shoulder. Trying his hardest to keep his attention there putting faith in his elemental. Sadly, this wasn’t going to help. He heard the heavy footsteps of the creature making their way to him and his eyes quickly left his work and saw him heading toward him. He stood and lightly pushed the elf away from him as he slowly got up in his new healed state, thanking Wryn before running off. Wryn peered around looking for Gildir only to see he was being stopped by the creature who was now only a foot infront of the elf. He crouched lightly and moved the staff before him, ready to fight only to find that it was of no use. The creature was stronger than it looked and it quickly grabbed him by his upper body, forcing him to drop his staff with a loud thump on the ground. He squirmed and fought against the creatures grip, “No! Put me down!” he screamed and kicked his legs trying to put up his shields or anything to make this better. Of course, nothing was going as planned and he had to close his eyes as a bright light shown to him. He screamed unable to hide himself from the light. Before he knew it he felt white hot fire in his body and the excruciating pain that pierced his heart. Then, just as the pain started it stopped and he was dropped onto the dirt. He was whimpering lightly holding his waist as if he was going to throw up. He had no energy left to fight, no energy to do anything in that moment and thankfully he wasn’t needed. The creature seemed tuckered out himself and quickly made its departure. He heard his title from what seemed like miles away. His head shifting against the dirt, those golden eyes trying to focus his blurry vision on his son. He felt a hand go around him and hold him up only to throw him into turmoil. He groaned softly and pushed against Gildir turning away from him throwing up onto the ground beside them. He was panting hard and sweating and he wiped his forehead. “Damn it…” he coughed softly and shook his head trying to stand on his own but he had to lean on Gildir still. “I think…no…it can’t be…” He shook his head seeming to be in disbelief and unable to understand what had happened. He was pale, white like a sheet, and sweating as if he had just ran a marathon. “Gildir…take me to the bed…I need to lay down. I feel I may pass out…” he said softly closing his eyes as he tried to understand what had happened. His body felt different, slightly foreign, as if something had intruded it. His body was his temple using it for the purist form of magic and yet here he was feeling alien in his own body for the first time ever. He felt sick, he felt gross, he felt like he needed something to fill his body and make the pain go away. He was hot, panting softly and needing more than anything to lay down and take off his clothing that seemed to be adding to the heat. “Gildir…please hurry…” he whispered softly as his elemental slowly shimmered to dust, returning the energy back to him as his legs seemed to grow weak under him. He still had that horrible feeling and if it was right he was screwed. If he was right, he was cursed and there wasn’t going to be a cure for it. He would have to be sure before he told his son, not wanting to start anything if he wasn’t certain. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted May 21, 2018 Share Posted May 21, 2018 Gildir was frightened like never before. None of the wild animals, monsters even the horrifying creature he’d just faced didn’t scare him as much as seeing Wryn like this, panting, vomiting, clearly in pain. He dared not to think what the creature has done to his adopted father, as such imaginations could easily paralyze him. “To the bed?! Alright just hang on father.” Gildir answered after hearing Wryn’s request, whose condition seemed to be worsening by the moment. He quickly picked Wryn up, surprised by just how light the Elf felt in his arms, and began to rush back home. Even though Gildir’s feelings towards Wryn was much more than just familial, he retained the almost religious faith towards Wryn which was typical of any son towards his father, a belief that the father is wise, invincible and unfailing. But seeing Wryn so fragile like this made him realized that he may very well lose Wryn, the only person he cared and loved in this world. Gildir looked down at Wryn who had his eyes shut and was panting and sweating heavily, his entire face was red all the way to the tip of his long pointy ears. Yet for a brief moment he was also mesmerized by that very fragility, as the heavy panting was strangely alluring. But that moment quickly passed and the worry for Wryn dominated his mind once more. Gildir kicked the door open, rushed into Wryn’s room and laid him on the bed, where it seemed like only yesterday when Gildir was but a child and would seek the warmth of fatherhood when waking up in the middle of the night. While Gildir had grown physically, at that moment he might as well be a helpless child once more. But what made it worse was that the person who’d usually do the comforting, was in grave danger himself. He touched Wryn’s face and almost cried due to how hot Wryn felt. “I’ll be right back!” Gildir said before rushing out of the room, and quickly returned with a bowl of cool water and towel, wetting it before wringing out the excess water and put the cool wet towel on Wryn’s forehead. He then asked:" What should I do, father? Should I get the antipyretic herbs? Or... or the purification seals? What should I do?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted May 28, 2018 Author Share Posted May 28, 2018 Wryn felt that he might explode. His body felt so hot, as if a fire had been lit inside of him and the flames were licking at his skin. He was worried something horrible had happened. He knew something horrible had happened, that horrid creature cursed him. As much as he didn't want to belive it he knew it had to be true. That it was the reason behind his heated body and the pumping blood through his veins that felt like poison. He heard the other agree with his order and he was quickly lifted off the ground. Gildir wrapped his arms around him bridal style and picked him up, the man seeming far from a child in this moment. Wryn had to keep his eyes closed for he felt the movement would throw him into another fit of nausea. He heard the other moving under him and he heard the door being kicked open far faster than he had thought. To his delight the bed was under him almost imediatly and he sank into it with a groan opening his eyes finally. He peered up at Gildir and realized the boy he had been seeing so long now was a man. He was grown up and was more than capable of taking care of things. Wryn didn't get to enjoy this too much for his body felt like it was going to overheat. He needed out of his clothes, he needed out of everything. He felt a soft hand on his face and he looked up at Gildir realizing the boy was worried. He realized he was close to tears, the shine on his eyes telling him so. Wryn wanted so badly to reach up and tell him everything was okay but he didn't have the chance to. His body wasn't listening to him and he nodded lightly when Gildir said he would be right back. Wryn needed to know what type of curse this was. His body was hot, he needed to undress, to be free. Sweat ran down the side of his cheek as his body seemed to be withering in the uncomfort. He pulled at his clothing feeling it fall open in the front, more than happy for the brush of air. His cheeks were red and his body was showing signs of arousal that he didn't even mean to show. He needed to find a book, something to tell him what this was. His body felt like it was going into heat, like an animal during mating season. When Gildir came back he lightly groaned as water was brushed against his forehead. it only helping a little, "I need..." he paused a moment and then peeked up at him. "I need a book. Its bound in purple leather with thick pages. It has a flame insignia on the front...its here in my room somewhere." He moved to get up but found that he didn't get far before he felt exhaustion and nausea overwhelm him. He shook his head and laid back down, "You'll have to find it...I'm...afraid that that creature put a curse on me. A nasty one at that..." he said softly his voice strained against the feelings he was having. He felt all the heat rush to his groin and he wanted to die of embarrassment as he turned onto his side. "Hurry...please..." He panted softly his eyes flicking away from Gildirs for the first time in what seemed like worry and guilt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted May 30, 2018 Share Posted May 30, 2018 Gildir used the wet towel trying to relieve the heat that was tormenting Wryn, but he knew such gesture was of little help. He looked down and saw Wryn had pulled his clothes open and Gilidr felt his heart had skipped a beat. It was certainly not the same time Gildir had seen Wryn’s body, as he had often bathed with his adopted father when he was much younger. But seeing Wryn’s collar bones along with his chest moving up and down with his rapid breathing; his skin glistening with little spheres of sweat, accentuated with a tint of red; and his areola barely visible from under the edge of the fabric; such visual stimulation was enough to cause a rush of blood to Gildir’s groin despite the dire circumstances. Wryn’s request pulled him back to reality, “The purple book? Alright I’ll be right back!” Gildir said as he hurriedly rushed to look for the book, it’s only after Wryn mentioned it did the idea of a curse crossed his mind, after all he wasn’t really well-versed in the art of magic, less so on the dark side of it. It would be a different story if it was poison of sorts, as there were no shortage of poisonous plan or creatures in the woods. He looked around the various book shelves along the walls, soon finding the purple book Wryn asked for, and quickly ran back to Wryn’s side with the book in his hand. “Here’s the book father!” Gildir said as he held Wryn to sit up, putting pillows and sheets behind Wryn’s back to support him, and opened the book in front of Wryn’s eyes. Even though given Wryn’s condition he’d love same Wryn the trouble and go through the book to find a cure himself, the content of the book was complicated for him to understand, and the fact that it was written in a old obscure Elvan dialect certainly did not help. Anxiously he asked: “Which part are you looking for, curses right.... is it here?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted May 30, 2018 Author Share Posted May 30, 2018 Wryn was more than embarrassed with his current state. His robes which were almost never out of place were ripped open and left against his chest just barely covering his nipples which seemed harder than normal. His chest was dotted with sweat and his cheeks were red. He must have looked like he was going to explode but he couldn't help it in the moment. He felt heat swell in his lower half and he had to fight back a groan of pure annoyance of the action. He was hot and bothered for no reason, no one here was sexually stimulating for him and yet his body was acting as if he was being touched in that very moment. He felt too weak to move, everything against his skin seemed like fire. His body was super sensative that even the light brush of his robes against his nipples left a moan lingingering in his throat threatening to topple out. Thankfully Gildir had left to get the book and was more than happy to leave the room. He didn't know if this curse would be in his book but he knew if it was it would be in the purple dark arts book he owned. It was very old and falling apart but it held the darkest and oldest curses as well as the darkest spells. It was written in very old elvan that Wryn had to learn from his father before he died. Gildir would soon learn it if Wryn ever taught it to him. He watched Gildir look for the book and when he found it he brought it back. The boy was nice enough to move him around, putting pillows behind him to keep him upright. He gently reached out and took the book from Gildir sighing softly as sweat trickled down his neck causing a light tickle there. "Tch..." He shifted a little and tapped his fingers on the book seeing it flip to the exact page he wanted. He was too exhausted to really deal with flipping the pages manually. He read over the page and winced lightly as another bought of dizzyness overcame him. "I was right." He said sternly and lightly touched the page and shook his head. The curse was...hideous and very shallow. In order for the curse to stop its progression he would have to be given sperm in order to stop the growth. Or rather...he would need to be slept with in order to keep the curse at bay until they found a cure. The heat he was feeling was from his body basically crying out for someone to fuck him and the nauseating feeling he had was the curse coursing through his veins throwing a sickness into his blood that would slowly kill him. The elves eyes flicked to Gildir and he shook his head. "There is a cure...possibly. There isn't a known cure for this particular curse...there is however a rumor that there is on off toward the south seas. That there is a flower blooming on the coasts hidden in an underwater cave that could cure this disease..." he took a raggid breathe and closed the book. He didn't want to admit it but there was no one he could sleep with in order to allow this to slow. He would have to journey soon and his body already needed its first dose. He was practically screwed. He didn't want to tell Gildir...he would think that he was disgusting or something for his body even wanting to be that way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted May 31, 2018 Share Posted May 31, 2018 (oops I forgot they were already in Wryn's room in my previous post. Sorry about that... And also sorry about the shorter post. Kind of need Wryn to take the initiative here.) Gildir looked at Wryn anxiously, ready to spring out to get whatever Wryn needed to lift his curse once he found out how. But as he observed the beautiful golden eyes of his father darken as he went through the lines in the book, he became more and more worried. Was there no cure? Or was the cure impossible for him to obtain? It was at that moment did Gildir realize just how privileged he was till now. Sure he lost his parents by birth, but he was adopted by the most wise, most beautiful Elf who he'd fell hopelessly in love with. Gildir couldn't even begin to imagine a future without his beloved adopted father. What came out of Wryn's mouth brought some comfort to Gildir, hearing that there may be a cure. But as the detail for retrieving the cure brought a shadow to his expression: "The south seas... flower in the underwater caves? I'm sorry that I didn't listen closely when you taught me geography, but where is that exactly? It's certainly further than the nearest town, and that's already weeks of travel! There's no way you can wait that long!" Gildir burst out in tears as he reached for Wryn, holding his dear father/love in his arms tightly and cried: "Please father, I don't want to lose you." He let go of Wryn to look at his love directly in the eye and asked: "What should I do? What can I do to save you?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted June 1, 2018 Author Share Posted June 1, 2018 No worries! I've been sick haha)) Wryn knew he would have to deal with this without Gildir knowing about it. It of course...probably wasn't going to go as planned. He peered over to Gildir who ws starting to cry and he felt more than sad about it. He gently leaned back and wiped the others eyes gently holding his face in his hands. "Hey...I'm not going anywhere." he said softly gently tilting Gildir's face up to look at him and he gently rested his forehead on his sons. "Listen, this is just an obstical. We will get through it..." His mind was a little fuzzy and they were so close. His body was hurting so bad and he knew what he had to do but something made him forget he was talking to his son and just saw another man. He leaned forward and pressed their lips together. It wasn't as soon as it happened that he remembered who it was and he pulled away, his cheeks beat red. "I'm sorry! Damn. This curse is making me...weird." he shook his head and looked to Gildir. "i'm sorry don't...think of me as weird...this curse has particular needs..." He paused and looked away hiding his face as if it would hide the shame of what he had done. "I...the only way to slow the curse down is to...to get a dose of sperm...o-or else the curse will overtake my body before we even get to the coast. It's at least two months of travel if not more. It says that the curse progressivly gets worse and more and more doses are needed closer together." He shook his head and peered to GIldir. "I'm sorry you must think I am disgusting. I have to or I'll...I'll die." he hugged arouns his waist trying not to feel like an awful person around his son who he had just kissed pretty conviningly. It would seem that he meant to do it with Gildir and he hadn't meant to his body was just literally...on the edge. He was already hard, was already wanting something from someone and he didn't even know why. The curse just made him feel that way without him really wanting it to. He would have to hope that Gildir would be willing to help him even after he was probably disgusted by his father kissing him. They were far in age and...Wryn raised him. It had to be weird for him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted June 2, 2018 Share Posted June 2, 2018 Gildir looked at Wryn with teary eyes, it's been a while since they were this physically intimate, as Gildir had tried to maintain a safe distance from Wryn, fearing that his affection towards his adopted father may somehow be discovered. But despite how dire the situation was, he immediately felt better when Wryn held his face gently and said those words of comfort, even though the burning heat he could feel from Wryn’s forehead was as alarming as ever. No matter how hard he tried to prove otherwise, part of him was still the young child who longed for his father's love and guidance, and if Wryn said everything was going to be okay, who was he to object? Gildir noticed Wryn’s golden eyes seemed to waver, as if out of focus. He wondered was that due to the curse taking its toll on Wryn, but before he could ponder too long he felt Wryn’s lips covering his own and he didn’t understand what was happening. It was when Wryn suddenly snapped out of his curse-driven lust and pulled away did Gildir realized that it was a kiss, the thing which he had fantasized about in countless restless nights, only far much softer, sweeter, and hotter in reality. The lingering sensation was enough to make his mind a total wonton mess. He looked at Wryn with disbelief, unsure of how and what to react, and it became clear that he was not the only one confused. “Particular... needs?” Gildir repeated, doing his best to reboot his brain so he could actually understand the words coming out of Wryn’s mouth: “Need a dose of... sperm? You mean like... like.. actual sperm from a man’s.... oh...eh....Oh....” Gildir could feel his face burning with embarrassment talking about such things with Wryn, and he imagined his adopted father must be feeling the same, if not worse. “NO! I will never think that!” Gildir objected to Gildir’s words in a panic, holding onto Wryn’s shoulders and said: “I love you father, you’re the most beautiful thing in the world! I will never think you’re disgusting. Never!” Suddenly he realized what he’d just said, and quickly moved his hands off Wryn and looked away in embarrassment, hoping simultaneously that Wryn would, and would not take what he said in the wrong way. He said: “So... sperm, right? Eh... I suppose it’s... it’s up to me? Umm.... how should I... you know... give it to you? Like.... eh....” Though young by Elvan standards, Gildir was in no way an innocent child. He had his fair knowledge of sex, thanks less to Wryn’s rather dry and medical class on reproductive anatomy, but rather to the merchants who would come to the town and occasionally have erotic novels in stock, which Gildir had bought and hidden from Wryn. He knew what “getting sperm” could mean, and would wish nothing more than actually doing such things with Wryn. But at the same time he wished it would be in better circumstances, ideally when Wryn has accepted his love and they do so out of affection, not forced into it because of some ridiculously curse. After much internal conflict between his ideal and desire, Gildir suggested: “Maybe... maybe I get it in a cup and... and you drink it? Would that work?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted June 7, 2018 Author Share Posted June 7, 2018 It was as if the entire world went on pause. As their lips parted he felt a light spark there and he wanted to see if it was himself or Gildir who had static electricity on them. He didn’t know of course but he was probably so shocked that they had just kissed, no. That he had just kissed his son that he didn’t have anything to say. Gildir didn’t seem to gather what had happened instantly but as he seemed to try and keep up with his fathers words it came to what had happened. Wryn felt horrible, he felt like a failure as a father. Kissing his son with more intentions than just…a father son peck. Wryn felt like he was going to be sick. He could see it on his sons face, he was disgusted with him. Tears welled up into his eyes and he was so close to breaking when he felt the others hand son his shoulders telling him that he loved him and that he was beautiful. A tear slid down his cheek and he blinked a few times but then he smiled softly. What a nice son he had to reassure him that he wasn’t gross. He knew it must have been weird, your father kissing you so randomly but…it wasn’t really him. He had something in him at the moment that would latch onto the first male he had seen and practically jump him. He felt the others hands fall from his shoulders and he looked up at him wondering what it was he had said that was a problem. Then his son seemed to…offer his own sperm up for the taking and Wryn blushed shaking his head. “No. No no. We can’t do that Gildir…there are plenty of men in this village and the next…it doesn’t have to be you.” He said softly looking away from him feeling another wave of what felt like pain slide through his body. His eyes closed and he winced hard, trying his hardest to hide the pain he was in to Gildir but it was getting harder and harder. Gildir seemed to be silent for a long moment and when he finally spoke again Wryn had to open his eyes to look up at him. He smiled lightly, “Thank you for wanting to help me…that…it just wouldn’t work like that. The curse is very peculiar.” He looked away from him and sighed softly, “Could you…go to the next town and find a man there? I can’t ask this of you. You most likely aren’t comfortable…sleeping with your father and I wouldn’t ask that of you for I’m not comfortable sleeping with my son.” He sat up a little and lightly pushed hair from Gildir’s face. “You’ve always been here to protect me just as I have you…but this is something you can’t do for me.” His body seemed to grow weak all the sudden and his arm dropped. His breathing grew heavy and his eyebrows knotted together as he felt a wave of dizziness, lust, and want slide through him. “Please…just go…I-I can’t do this much longer.” His golden eyes moved to meet Gildir’s and he was practically begging him to leave the room. He knew that if he stayed he would do something unspeakable to his only son and he was incapable of doing something so horrible. He couldn’t, wouldn’t do something so horrible to his own son. His body was hot, extremely hot. He wanted it to stop and the only person in this room who could do that was Gildir. He wouldn’t though and as he shifted in his bed and lightly held onto his pillow as if for dear life he found himself picturing it was Gildir’s hand he was holding for support. Then again he knew just a small touch could send him reeling. He couldn’t sacrifice everything for just this…he would rather die than make his son hate him. His golden eyes were once more hidden as he closed them, his white hair sticking to his face as he tried to breathe. Tried to stop being so hot, to stop lusting over his son who sat with him. Tried to make his hard on go away…to try and make his body stop feeling like a wolf in heat. It was no use though, he felt his sanity starting to slip away and something…else taking over his body. His eyes opened and they were half-lidded, lustful, peering up at Gildir yet not really seeing him. Wryn sat up and reached out for Gildir, his robes laying open and his chest exposed to the air. His nipples were hard now exposed to the day rather than being hidden from view and they were red, perky, as if wanting someone to touch them. His body wanted it, and his mind was put back in the depths as if to keep from stopping his body from doing what it needed to stay alive. Fingers lightly caressed Gildir’s cheek and he pulled his son closer to him, further onto the bed with him, as if asking him to lay with him for just this once. Of course they didn’t have to sleep together. Something as easy as sucking Gildir off would make the curse stop just momentarily enough for them to get on the road to the cure. Then again, his mind wasn’t in control at the moment. Sucking him off would mean a day or three of being safe. Sleeping with him and having him release inside meant at least two weeks of being okay. At least, until the curse progresses more and they have to more and more. None of that mattered at the moment, Wryn didn’t feel like himself as his hands roamed into GIldir’s hair pulling his head down and feeling his lips against his own once more. It was like fire erupted inside of him and he couldn’t help the quivering breath that he let out against the others lips. He needed him even if he said he didn’t and knowing Gildir he wouldn’t let his father suffer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted June 8, 2018 Share Posted June 8, 2018 What Wryn said froze Gildir's heart to the core. Obviously he understood why Wryn would reject his help, since he wouldn't want to have sex with his adopted son, but the idea that he would rather sleep with some random guy in the village than lay in bed with him was just painful for the young half-breed. The image of Gildir under some stranger, panting, groaning, moaning helplessly like he was right now, and got tainted by that stranger’s filth was simply too much for Gildir to bear. He lowered his head, his body trembling as he tried his best to contain the tears of humiliation threatening to overflow from his eyes. Gildir panicked a little when Wryn collapsed on the bed once more, holding onto the pillow painfully. He ignored his father's plead for him to leave, as he simply couldn't get himself to look for someone to taint the man he loved, but at the same time he couldn't just force himself upon Wryn against his wishes. While he hesitated however, Wryn's condition worsened, and it didn't take long before the effect of the curse finally overcame the Elf's self control. When Wryn got up once again, Gilidr found himself being pulled closer. As he looked up in surprise he felt the gentle touch on his face, pushing a strand of hair aside, and he saw the golden eyes of Wryn looking straight at him. The usual wisdom and paternal love in Wryn's eyes were nowhere to be found, replaced by a burning, primal desire. The look was alien, almost frightening, but at the same time, alluring. It was at that moment when Gildir felt it again, the sweet, burning softness of Wryn's lips pressed against his own. But what was different from before was that there was no sign that the Elf snapping out of it, and the sensual touch of Wrynas fingers in his hair just added more proof that at this moment, Wryn was not seeing Gildir as his son, but as a man who could quench his thirst. It was that realization that finally made Gildir snap, as no man could resist being seduced like this by the one he loved, much less so for an inexperienced cherry. Eagerly Gildir began to react, instinctively stretching his tongue out to mingle with Wryn's counterpart. There was no particular skill nor strategy to his advances, but he made up with pure love and passion. In the heat of the moment Gildir wrapped his hands around Wryn's body, feeling their accelerated heartbeat resonate in each others’ chest. With little effort Gilder pinned Wryn down to the bed and continued the deep kiss until he had to pause to catch his breath. By that point it was too late for Gildir to back down, not that he’d ever want to. "I love you..." Gildir said as he covered Wryn's lips once more, and at the same time his hands began to roam across Wryn's body, aimless in direction as he simply wanted to feel every inch of the Elf's skin with his fingers. In truth he was enjoying the moment, perhaps a bit too much. Who wouldn’t be given the circumstances? Then he had to remind himself the reason why he was doing all this in the first place. Gildir pulled up and began to strip Wryn’s clothes off, and soon enough the Elf was naked. Gildir couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty laying below him, since everything was as perfect as he remembered from the time when Wryn would still bath him. But Wryn’s body was made more sensual and alluring by the the tint of red which colored his usually whiter skin, and the coat of sweat making him looked almost glistening. Gildir was rather sweaty himself, in part due to the earlier fight with that creature, but also out of nervousness and excitement combined. In normal circumstances Gildir would’ve wanted to shower before getting all intimate with the man he loved, but neither of them can really wait any longer. And it was not like he found Wryn’s smell unpleasant. If anything it only made him more aroused. Gildir’s gaze went from Wryn’s lust filled eyes to his panting lips, his slim neck and alluring collar bones, his chest rapidly going up and down and the two firm pink nipples on each side, the curves of his midriff, and when Gildir saw the member standing between Wryn’s long legs he was simply in awe, since he had never seen an erected penis other than his own but in medical diagrams and pictures in lewd books. As a man he inevitably tried to compare Wryn’s member to his own, and was rather relieved seeing that they were roughly the same size, with his own just a little bit shorter but thicker in girth. Gildir had fantasized about every conceivable thing he could do to or with the thing to squeeze every drop of cum out of it, but he reminded himself that it was his own that was needed. Gildir hurriedly took his own clothes off, feeling a little embarrassed since the last time he was naked in front of Wryn’s eyes he was still wetting his bed. While still generally slim, Gildir was a bit more muscular than the average Elf due to his line of work. Yet despite his preference in close quarters combat, there was no scar nor mark on his body which was typical of many melee fighters. Normally that would indicate inexpedience, or in very rare occasions, incredible talent and genius, but in the case of Gilidr, it was due to the fact that his adopted father was the village healer, and ever since Gildir was little Wryn would treat even the smallest scratch on him with utmost care. Even when Gildir grew up and started to develop his skills in the woods, Wryn would make sure that the young half-breed would always have an abundance of medications on hand at all times. That insistence plus the fact that Gildir didn’t want Wryn to worry about him made sure the young half-breed’s body remained spotless, and ironically it also made what was going to happen much easier. Gildir held Wryn’s legs up and let them rest on his shoulders, getting up slightly so to lift Wryn’s butt off the bed. He then reached for the clothes he had just put aside earlier and stuck his hand in the pocket, easily finding a round box. He opened it and a sweet herbal scent soon filled the air, revealing the ointment which was usually used to treat small cut wounds. “Just bear with me for a bit longer, father.” Gildir said as he scrapped a generous amount of the slimy paste with his fingers and reached for Wryn’s orifice hidden between his firm butt cheeks. One maybe surprised by how efficient Gildir seemed to be at the matter, but then again, he did not rehearsal the whole thing in his mind countless times during the past few decades in vain. But still, he did hesitate before actually sticking his finger into his step father’s butt, and was just surprised by how tight, and hot it felt inside. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted June 8, 2018 Author Share Posted June 8, 2018 Wryn was somewhere else inside of his mind. Somewhere he was screaming for his body to stop and then somewhere closer…more needy…he was begging Gildir to take him and make the pain stop. It was so unbearable, the pain that welled within his heart and soul. The feeling of death swarming through his veins and the life slowly being sucked out of him. As much as his body wanted to take a moment and enjoy what was happening he just couldn’t. He needed it now, or he was going to die. It didn’t take long for the elves lewd body to make the younger elf give in. Wryn felt the tongue of the other move and mingle with his own pulling a soft moan from his lips as he welcomed the feeling. The acceptance of this and the fact that Gildir didn’t think he was disgusting but was rather willing to help him. His fingers tightened in his hair as he felt Gildir’s hands wrap around his body, their chests pressed against one another as they both got more excited. When he pulled away Wryn moaned softly almost in a ‘hey come back’ type of thing but was welcomed with another kiss not soon after. Wait? What had his son said? Of course he loved him but…did he mean it a different way? The logical side of Wryn was almost entirely snuffed out but he took a small moment to think on this before he felt hands roaming across his body, brushing over his nipples and down his sides. He couldn’t contain it and the logical side of him left, leaving the questions for tomorrow. Air swooped in as Gildir pulled the last of his robes off which were almost off entirely anyway. Wryn’s arms moved over his head stretching out his body as Gildir’s eyes raked over every inch of him. A deep blush covered his cheeks as he watched those eyes make their way down his body to finally stop on his erect member between his legs. He wanted to squirm, to move, but instead he just covered his eyes out of embarrassment as his legs moved opening for Gildir to look more. He couldn’t deny that his body was more than willing, he just was embarrassed. It had been a long time since someone had seen him naked and the first person in years was his son? It didn’t make any sense. Wryn’s embarrassment was soon thrown away as he heard the ruffling of clothes. He moved his hand from his eyes and looked up at Gildir who was slowly pulling off his clothing with what seemed like embarrassment. It was strange…wryn realized the last time he had seen Gildir naked was a long time ago. When the boy was well, still a boy and there were no thoughts of sex or lust running through his mind. Wryn missed those days when they could sleep together, bathe together, change together. They used to do everything together. Absently Wryn reached out, a hand lightly caressing Gildir’s chest and stomach. He was in awe at the muscle mass there having never really realized that his son was a grown man now and was showing it too. He didn’t have a lot of time to enjoy this feeling or even the look of him for as soon as his fingers roamed lower Gildir was moving once more. Knowing the need within Wryn was probably too high to be taking their time. He felt his legs being moved over the others shoulders, the elves ass lifting off the bed just slightly. His eyes closed as he realized how long it had been since the last time he had slept with someone and how long it had been since anyone had done this to him. Wryn was never a one sided love. He loved Gildir’s mother but during the time she was away he found himself some lovers to bide his time till she came back. Then again that was years and years ago. Raising Gildir meant there was no time for romance or even lust. Gildir was his life…he spent every waking moment with him when he was younger and when he grew up he still tried to spend time with him. He was too wrapped in his thoughts that when he felt fingers against his entrance it shocked him. His eyes snapped open and he looked up at Gildir a moment before feeling a wave of pleasure slide over him. The curse was making it far too easy to stop worrying about the possible pain he would feel. As his sons fingers slid into him he didn’t even have a twinge of pain. Instead he gasped softly, a hand moving to his erect member as he stroked it slowly. “Ngh…just…don’t worry about that Gildir just put it in…” He panted out softly his head turned to the side as a blush formed over his cheeks once more. It was embarrassing but he appreciated the others want to be gentle. At the moment his body didn’t care, he just wanted this man to fuck him senseless. To give him everything he needed to stop hurting. It was so close…he didn’t want them to take their time now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted June 9, 2018 Share Posted June 9, 2018 Wryn was beautiful, and devastatingly alluring. Every moan, every move, every touch, made Gildir want to just thrust his penis inside Wryn and release the pent up libido and frustration he had built up throughout the decades. But Gildir had to take it slow, at least until the minimal amount of preparations were done. After all, a man's rear wasn't really made for being entered. It was proved especially difficult when he heard Wryn telling him to just put it in, an in such an seductive manner too. The sight of Wryn being naked and essentially pleasuring himself begging to be entered nearly made Gildir lose it. But his love towards Wryn slightly tipped the balance towards patience. But those words did made feel a bit better about the whole thing, at least he wasn't going to have sex with his adopted father without no consent at all, even though at consent was a cursed induced one. "Just a little bit more... just waist a little bit more..." Gildir whispered as he stuck another finger into Wryn's body, and with much difficulty, another. He would like to prep Wryn a bit more before he actually enter him, but not knowing the curse's exact progress, Gildir was fearful to drag it on any longer. Pulling out his fingers he smeared the remaining gel on his own erection, he shifted his body as he guided his member towards Wryn's entrance. Slowly he pushed his waist forward, the tip of his member gradually stretching Wryn's entrance once more. He movedd his hand back to to hold onto Wryn’s leg partly for support, and also to prevent Wryn’s legs from falling off his shoulder. Slowly he continued to push further in, and came to a halt just before the widest part of his tip got in, since it was just too tight for Gildir go go any further, at least without some extra effort. "......Sorry father." Gildir said as he held his breath, and with a thrust forced the tip of his member in, luckily there was no tear, but that thrust would certainly cause a lot of pain in normal circumstances. Ad for Gildir, the sensation of the tight muscles of Wryn’s entrance squeezing on his shaft alone made Gildir's body tremble. He pushed further in, little by little, fighting against Wryn's intestines every inch along the way, until finally his member was completely sheathed inside Wryn up to the hilt. Wryn's insides felt incredibly hot, almost painfully tight, and as his intestines squirmed naturally in respond to being intruded it felt like Wryn’s rear was milking Gildir for his cum, and he couldn't help but let out a few deep groans due to the sensation. In truth, he nearly reached climax right on the spot, and tried his best to hold under the overwhelming waves of pleasure. Gildir was rather conflicted about the situation, since on one hand the whole point of all this was to get some sperm inside Wryn's body, thus the faster he came the better. On the other hand, as a young man who was having sex with his crush for the first time, climaxing the moment he entered wasn't really how he wanted to remember the ordeal. Gildir began to slowly pull out, which seemed to be easier than when he got in but not by much, all the way until only the tip was still inside, then began to press in once more. As he fought the urge to just cum on the spot he repeated that process a few more times, until Wryn’s body had finally became more accommodating for him to move more freely. The piston movement became faster, with each thrust Gildir would groan heavily, sweat would flow down his cheeks and rain down from his jaw to Wryn’s bare body, and it didn’t take long before the inexperienced half-breed to finally give in. “I’m..... cumming!” Gildir groaned before a violent wave of pleasure spread from his member throughout his body. His back arched up and several powerful bursts of thick, slimy cum was released inside Wryn's body. Even after the climax had passed, Gildir's body was paralyzed by the lingering waves of pleasure, causing him to shiver. Eventually the climatic spasm was over, and Gildir collapsed onto Wryn's body out of both physical and mental exhaustion. With the little strength left he rolled off Wryn's body and looked at the older Elf worriedly asking: "Are you alright, father?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted June 9, 2018 Author Share Posted June 9, 2018 Of course Gildir wouldn’t just enter him as much as Wryn wanted this entire thing just to be over. Some part of him was happy that his son didn’t listen to him this time and slid another finger into him causing the older elf to wince lightly. Sure, he knew he couldn’t take Gildir in just yet but his body was in so much agony/pleasure that he wanted him faster than normal. He needed him and he didn’t care at the moment that his ass was going to hurt if he didn’t work on it. Soft pants were leaving him as he heard Gildir tell him to wait a little longer. A hand tightened in the sheets as a third finger was added and he whimpered softly. Luckily he was still stroking himself so it wasn’t like there wasn’t a feeling of pleasure added ontop of the new burning sensation in his hind quarters. He felt the fingers leave faster than he thought and his hands relaxed looking up at Gilder lightly biting his lip. He was more than excited but was still a little scared about it all. He felt the tip of Gildir against his entrance and his eyes flicked up to his sons face a moment. There wouldn’t be any going back from this even if they wanted to. This moment would always be seared into their memories…even if they didn’t want to remember it. A gasp left his lips as he pushed his hips away from Gildir, a groan following not soon after as his upper body found its way back to the bed and he whimpered lightly. His cheeks were red and he knew that he wasn’t in all the way. He mentally prepared himself for the last of Gildir but he couldn’t be. The apology shocked him but as he felt a buck into him he cried out feeling the pain almost instantly. He winced hard feeling tears prickle at his eyes as he felt Gildir slide into him entirely. The muscles around his length seemed to tighten and relax multiple times as it tried its hardest to accommodate for him. Wryn turned his head to the side an arm covering his eyes as he didn’t want Gildir to see him upset about it. He had asked for this after all, the last thing he wanted was for his son to be regretful. His other hand moved to Gildir’s stomach lightly pushing on him as if asking him silently to pull out just a little. The muscles under his fingers trembled and he looked up to Gildir above his arm and blushed. It was…rather a sight to say the least. Gildir was so innocent, trying to be so gentle with him and yet having to deal with this too. Wryn felt like he was about to break when Gildir finally started to pull out. This pulled a content sigh from him as his body thanked the relaxed moment he would have before Gildir entered him again. Of course, the second time wouldn’t be so hard…and…the more they slept together the more they would enjoy it. He felt him move again, pushing back into him and Wryn arched his back with a shiver. “Gildir…” he panted softly in a mix between pain and pleading for him to go slower but it didn’t matter. He knew he had to get this done and the faster the better. A hand moved to Gildir’s forearm tightening his fingers into the skin there holding onto him as he felt the other start to grow accustomed to him and Wryn’s body to his own. The pace started to grow quicker and with the thanks of the curse he didn’t feel awful. Soon enough his moans were mixing with Gildir’s groans. Wryn felt sweat slide onto his body and he didn’t much mind. He looked up at his son and blushed a little, in this state he didn’t look like a boy anymore at all. He looked like a man and Wryn thought maybe he could get behind this little idea. Of course, Gildir having not been with anyone was quick to the punch. Wryn heard him say he was cumming and he groaned softly out of both sadness and thankfulness. Panting grew louder as his hands worked on his own erection wanting to cum before it was all over. Then again as he felt the cum enter him it was like one of the most pleasurable things he had ever felt in his life. A loud moan left his lips as his back arched up into Gildir as he released all over his chest and stomach. Wryn felt his hips shiver a little until he felt Gildir ontop of him. He was panting hard and as the other rolled off of him and asked if he was okay Wryn seemed to be in a new world. His fingers roamed down his thighs and between his legs feeling the sticky, thick cum sliding out of him. He looked at his fingers which were coated with it and smiled a little moving them to his lips and licking them clean. His eyes flicked to Gildir’s and he leaned forward kissing him once more. Still a little in the sway of the curse, his hair messed up from its normal perfection. His cheeks bright red from the entire thing and sweat coating his body, “Thank you…I’m much better now.” He nodded and curled against Gildir’s side a hand resting on his chest and his head on his shoulder. It only took seconds it seemed like for Wryn to fall asleep. Exhaustion from the battle, magical exhaustion from healing, and exhaustion from this was just all too much. Let alone almost dying. It would be fine though, as he slept his body would get to soak longer with the cum and take it all meaning less and less times this would have to happen. As he fell asleep against Gildir he realized this felt…nice. It didn’t feel unusual to have arms around him and a firm chest under his head. It felt nice and he wanted more of it. In his sleep he pulled himself closer with a soft whimper. He assumed neither of them would really care about being covered in cum. He wondered if Gildir would get up after he passed out…too bad he already had and it was a little too late to ask him if he could sleep on him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted June 9, 2018 Share Posted June 9, 2018 Gildir looked at Wryn a bit worried. Even though Wryn told him that his cum would halt the curse's progress and there was nobody he trusted more than his adopted father, part of him was still uncertain about the whole thing, as the creature which cast that curse on Wryn was unlike anything he'd ever since, heard, or read. What if the curse just had similar symptoms to the one Wryn read in the book and cum doesn't actually work? What if he had just taken advantage of his adopted father for nothing? His worries seemed vindicated when Wryn reached down between his thighs and took some of the cums which leaked from his rear, then brought those cum-covered fingers up to his mouth and licked the slime off. Gildir knew what cum smell and taste like, the former due to past experience when pleasuring himself and the latter from him tasting his own due to curiosity, and he could say with certainty that neither were exactly pleasant. Seeing Wryn licking cum even after he should've gotten better from the cum he shot inside him seemed to prove that Wryn was still not well. Thankfully his paranoia seemed ill-founded, with Wryn kissing him and assuring him that he felt better. He was caught off guard when Wryn started to curl up against him, even resting his head on his shoulder, and after a few moments fell asleep peacefully, with his breathing becoming much less rapid and the burning heat from his body dissipated. Wryn was safe, at least for now. This realization finally allowed Gildir to relax, and a heavy sigh of relief escaped his lips. He looked down at Wryn's sleeping face, which seemed like a totally different person from the lust filled Elf who was moaning under him earlier. Now actually having the luxury to think, he thought about what just happened, every single detail imprinted in his memory, and in hindsight watching Wryn licking cum off his fingers was incredibly hot. Of course the best moment must be when Wryn reached climax shortly after himself, with an euphoric face of absolute joy pumping his member and sprayed white hot cum all over his beautiful body.... Gildir knocked himself in the head trying to stop those memories make him hard again, but blood rushed towards his groin anyway. To be fair Gildir wouldn't really need any memories to get his erection back since the live show of Wryn's naked body laying right beside him would do the trick nicely. He tried his best to suppress any urge to just start masturbating, rejecting the very logical reasoning in his mind pointing out that Wryn would not notice a little more cum on him with all the cum already all over the place. Gilidr thoughts then drifted to the future, on how the relationship between him and Wryn would be affected. He wondered what would Wryn think of him when he wake up, remembering how his own adopted son had taken advantage of his moment of weakness. And most of all, he wondered how would they travel to that fabled underwater cave to retrieve the actual cure for Wryn’s curse. But no matter how hard he tried to figure things out, his tired mind simply refused to come up with anything resembling coherent. Eventually he gave up, and as fatigue slowly caught up with him he was about to just fall asleep. That was until he heard the sudden ring of the doorbell. Carefully Gildir slid off the bed, trying his best not to disturb Wryn in his hard-earned sleep. He grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on, making himself at least presentable and sneaked out of the room, only to return a moment latter and covered Wryn’s naked body under a blanket. He quickly got out of the room again and head for the house door saying loudly: “Coming!” Gildir opened the door, and it was Vidar, one of the village elders standing there. The brief moment when Vidar frowned as he saw Gildir did not escape the half-breed’s attention, but as always he ignored such subtle disdains. “Is Wryn alright?” Vidar asked: “I saw you took him in the house in haste.” “Eh... yea... yes. He is fine now.” Gildir answered, struggled to figure out just how much he should tell the village elder. He continued: “He is unconscious, but in no immediate danger.” “I see....” Vidar said, with the frown on his face now clearly visible: “We’ve gathered all the injured in the chief’s house and really need some help. Tell Wryn to come when he wakes up.” “Yes, of course.” Gildir answered. After a moment of hesitation he said: “I know how to use herbs and medicine. Let me help.” Vidar fell silent for a moment, crossing his arms as he thought about Gildir’s proposal, until his concern for the villagers outwieghed his dislike of Gildir and finally he nodded. “You go ahead, I’ll get my father’s med chest.” Gildir said as he got back inside the house. He took all the medical supplies which may be needed and with great reluctance left the house. Even though he would much prefer to stay by Wryn’s side and frankly he couldn't care less if the villagers suffered, he knew Wryn would want him to help the injured and so he did. He could hear the agony of the injured even before he step through the door, and he was shocked by the horrible scene inside, with dozens of injured elves laying on makeshift beds. Gildir left the worst injured to the few who actually knew some healing magic, and devoted his efforts to those not in terminal danger but was not attended. Miraculously there were no further casualties and they managed to get everyone patched up, but it was partly due to the fact that the creature was very precise in its attacks and most victims died on the spot. By the time Gildir got back to the house it was already afternoon, and after dropping the medical chest he simply collapsed on the couch in the living room and fell asleep. 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Shisu-Chan00 Posted June 9, 2018 Author Share Posted June 9, 2018 His eyes opened slowly as he felt the soft touch of something wet on his cheek. The elf reached up and touched his cheek feeling a cold pool of water dripping down his cheek, past his ear and into his hair. His eyes passed his fingers and looked up to the sky realizing that this was the first snow. Cold, merciless yet beautiful and lovely all in one. A soft smile formed on the elves face as he closed his eyes once more welcoming the chill of the snow on his cheeks. Wryn remembered this night like it was yesterday, a chilled winter night with the woman he loved beside him. His golden eyes shifted to the grass beside him only he didn’t find his beautiful childhood love he found Gildir. The eyes were exactly the same yet a small boy lay next to him looking up at the sky. Wryn sat up slightly looking over to he son he never had and reached out lightly touching his cheek. It was like a moment passed and Gildir was older, more masculine, more handsome. Wryn couldn’t help but a blush to form on his cheeks and yet he didn’t know why. He had never been so shy around his own family before. Gildir reached out to him and pulled him close, shielding him from the cold winter night. The older elf peered up at him stifling a word as he realized Gildir was looking down at him. His hands were no longer that of a child but calloused and worn from work. They were strong, capable of holding him up when he needed it. Those hands strong yet gentle ran across his cheeks tilting his face up to look at Gildir who was no longer a boy. The man pulled the elf closer closing the gap between their lips and stopping Wryn’s heart. Instead of pulling back like he thought he would he leaned into him, closing his eyes and tilting his head kissing him back. A soft whimper left his lips as he kissed him harder the elves hands forming into his hair pulling the younger elf ontop of him. ‘Wait? Where was this going?’ Wryn thought as he felt hands roaming over his body, brushing against his hips and sliding into his robes. ‘Wait…what?’ His mind too clouded to do much as his thighs were caressed. The others hot lips roaming down his neck and over his collar bones forcing a moan from Wryn that he didn’t know he was capable of giving out. Although it had just started it was soon over. Warmth spread over Wryn’s face in a flash and he blinked up at Gildir more than confused. He blinked multiple times touching his face seeing that it came away red. “G-gildir?” he asked softly as his son looked down showing the first signs of his wounds. A black spike had punctured his back and through his stomach. Blood oozed from his lips onto Wryn’s chest and he quickly touched his sons cheeks trying to talk to him but it was like he was already gone. To make matters worse the dead body of his son was thrown away exposing the creature that cursed Wryn standing before him. Tears welled in his eyes and he felt like he wanted to throw up. He stood, his legs wobbly as he felt his cheeks feeling the blood on his cheeks. Looking over to Gildir who lay not far away, sputtering and dying out. He moved to go to him but was grabbed by the creature that now had so many eyes looking only at him. White hot piercing pain welcomed him and he screamed in pain and fear. Wryn woke up panting and sweating, his hair a mess and his body even worse. He was coughing trying to not be so upset but it didn’t work. He stood, almost fell, and stumbled to the bathroom throwing up into the toilet. Tears followed him into his wakefulness and he didn’t bother to hide them. When his stomach was finished and he was empty once more he stood, or rather tried and was welcomed with a burning pain in his hips. He was very confused, looking down at himself and a blush quickly covered his cheeks. “What the…?” He touched the dried semen on his stomach and blushed darkly. He hadn’t dreamed that? Maybe he had a wet dream? He didn’t know but he got up the best he could and got into the bath pulling the bucket of water closer and tipping it over him and washing himself clean. After bathing he stood and walked to his room naked as the day he was born and got dressed into a very pretty lavender robe. He didn’t bother to tighten it, his body out of sorts. He walked from his room into the living room only to find Gildir, asleep on the couch. He smiled a little and moved to his son touching his cheek softly. What a strange dream to have then again…why did his hips hurt? Maybe apart of him was denying that they had slept together, or maybe he really didn’t remember. The dream had freaked him out though. He peered outside seeing that it was almost evening. “How long did I sleep…?” he asked looking over to Gildir and gently brushing the hair from his face. “I guess I should make you some dinner huh? You’ll probably be hungry when you get up.” He stood and pulled his robes close to him as he walked to the kitchen getting things ready to make dinner. There was some meat from Gildir’s last hunting trip so he got that out and started making a stew with it and some vegetables. He had to sit down after awhile though, his hips hurting too much to really function. He made it so he could cook while sitting on the stool. Not ideal but it would work till Gildir woke up and helped him out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted June 10, 2018 Share Posted June 10, 2018 Luckily Gildir's sleep was a dreamless one, being exhausted to the core by the fighting, the sex, and the medical work combined. If not he would mostly likely dream of horrific nightmares, or steamy sex fantasies, or both. So when he eventually woke up hearing the familiar sound of sizzling from the kitchen and the smell of delicious food he got up, he thought that it was just another ordinary day with him waking from a nap. But reality slowly kicked in, and as the memories of what happened a few hours ago flushed back into his mind he quickly sprung up, screaming as he rushed towards the kitchen and yelled: "Father!" And there he was, his beloved adopted father, who seemed completely normal except the fact that he was seated when looking at the stove, something which he never had to do before. "Sorry for the screaming... Are you alright, father?" Gildir said as he approached, taking the spatula from Wryn's hand and said: "I can take over from here, you go wait at the table..." Soon the meal was prepared, and Gildir carried the food to the dining table. He sat down across from Wryn and kept his head down as it felt too awkward to be face to face at Wryn. Eventually he did muster enough fortitude to raise his head up and asked: "Um.... eh..... how are you feeling right now? Any pain or.... you know... heat? Sorry for not being gentle enough back there but I was... you were..... umm....Should... should I get some extra cushions for you?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted June 10, 2018 Author Share Posted June 10, 2018 Wryn didn’t mind taking care of Gildir. As he cooked him dinner he didn’t really remember the events from earlier and probably wouldn’t until Gildir reminded him. He assumed he was hurting because of the fight and assumed that the curse had just taken a toll on him. However, this wasn’t really going to be the case. It was peaceful, quiet, the only sound in the room was the sizzling of meat on the stove top. That was until he heard screaming. He was about to get up and go see what Gildir was so upset about but then he rounded the corner, their eyes met, and he realized he was okay. The question took him off guard and he nodded softly handing the spatula over. “Yes I’m fine. Should I not be?” he asked and stood with a little wavering from himself. Partially from him sitting down for too long and his hips hurting. He found his way to the table and sat down with a soft sigh. His fingers tracing the lines on the table as he waited for dinner to be finished. It was so strange, he hadn’t ever waited for dinner before. He had always made himself dinner. Sometimes Gildir would make something but that was only if work took too long and he would get home after it was cooked. He didn’t have to think about it for long for dinner was finished and he smiled a little as the smell of food filed the room. “Oh smells good…” he sat up a little and leaned over handing a plate to Gildir before reaching over and putting some on his plate. Wryn ate in silence, wanting to say something but didn’t know why Gildir was so quiet. Before he could say anything Gildir looked up at him and asked him a question. It confused him for a moment and he tilted his head, “I’m fine…I’m just sore. I guess that monster dropped me on my rear and I’m all sore from it.” He shrugged lightly and rested an elbow on the table and then his head on his hand. “You carried me back here right…? And then I went to sleep. What happened after that?” he asked pushing the food around on his plate. “How…how are the villagers? How many did we lose?” he asked his eyes looking down at his food. He found that it was all his fault more died. He had gotten hurt, cursed, and was unable to heal those like he needed to. He blinked a few times and shook his head a little, “I can’t…I can’t remember what happened…” he mumbled softly looking up to Gildir. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted June 11, 2018 Share Posted June 11, 2018 Despite what they've just been through Wryn seemed calm, abnormally so. While part of Gildir was relieved that Wryn's attitude towards him didn't change, part of him almost hoped that it would, as Gildir interpreted Wryn's calmness as indifference, even the fact that they've slept together couldn't change the way Wryn looked at him, or at least Wryn made the effort to pretend that way. It took Gildir a while to realize that Wryn genuinely didn't remember what happened. He wondered which was better, to preserve the status quo and drag on the charade a bit longer, or to tell him what happened and face the consequences. Of course Gildir was aware that no matter what he choose to do, eventually the effect of the curse would surface again and they'd have to face reality anyway. Gildir let out a heavy sigh and said: "13 people died on the spot before the creature left, and about 20 others had various degrees of injuries. Most of them just had a little scratch cause they stumbled, while a few of them were in more serious conditions. The elders gathered them in the chief's house and thankfully we managed to patch them up without any further casualties.... I know you feel bad for not being there, and sure you might have been able to save us a little time and bandages, but other than that there was little you could have done." Gildir mustered all the courage in his body and looked straight at Wryn, his body slightly trembling: "But right now we should focus on you, father. Your curse. Don't you remember anything? The book you sent me to find and the cure you found? Don't you remember the way to halt the curse's progress and how you...... I...." Gildir tried his best to contain his tears and said as he began to sob: "You wanted me to leave but I just couldn't leave you there to die! And I could't just let some random guy touch you! I.....I...!" Gildir didn't lie about his motivations, but neither was it the whole truth. He wanted to spill his heart out. He wanted to just tell Wryn that he loved Wryn not just as a father but more importantly as a man, and in the heat of the moment he exploited the situation to fulfill his own desires. But that confession was just beyond what Gildir's courage could bear at the moment. It was difficult enough to remind Wryn of their sex to begin with, and he couldn't risk to be disowned by Wryn, not when he would need his help in his upcoming journey. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted June 11, 2018 Author Share Posted June 11, 2018 Wryn felt like Gildir was staring at him for a really long time. As his golden eyes shifted and looked back up at him he seemed to be a little worried, or something. Wryn couldn’t really decide what was going on in Gildir’s mind at the moment and normally he was really good at figuring all this out. He raised Gildir, he knew this man inside and out and yet his silence and staring gaze was new to Wryn. He knew this must mean that the casualties were worse than he wanted to say. It was heart breaking that he couldn’t have been there, healing the wounded, the sick. He heard the heavy sigh and he knew that he was about to tell him that something awful had happened. When the word of the number of villagers died he felt a catch in his stomach and he sat the fork down on his plate looking over at Gildir. Thirteen lost souls he could have prevented…thirteen elves he could have saved. Not only that but twenty of them needed him and he was in his bed sleeping. Tears threatened to trickle down his cheeks but he kept them in feeling that Gildir was not done talking to him just yet. He must know him really well because it wasn’t soon after that Gildir was pulling in air and starting to talk again. Wryn knew he was cursed yet he hadn’t remembered what the cure was. His eyebrows knotted together as he saw tears start to prickle on Gildir’s eyes and he looked over to him more than worried. Yet, the next sentence basically ripped everything he knew from its holds. He shook his head lightly and looked over to Gildir who was sobbing now. “Wait…I thought…I thought that was just a dream…You mean…” he trailed off looking down at his lap before looking over to Gildir. “You mean we…I…you…?” he couldn’t seem to get the words out. A furious blush covered his cheeks and he slapped his hands over them to hide their flaming colors. The events of the night before came flooding into his memory like a dam had broken loose. Light images of Gildir leaning over him sliding his fingers into him and then…“Oh my god I’m so sorry Gildir! Shit…what you must think of me..” He shook his head lightly and stood moving to Gildir and lightly hugging him. “I’m sorry…I…I remember now.” He hugged him tighter. “Listen…I know you must think the worst of me for…for seducing you in such a way. I didn’t mean to put you in that position where you had to make that choice…” he pulled away and tilted Gildir’s face up wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Thank you…for helping me. I’m sure if it had progressed more and neither of us had done anything I wouldn’t be here. The first hour of a curse is the most potent and can kill its host within minutes depending on the curse. You saved my life and I thank you for that but…I will not ask this of you again.” He kissed Gildir’s cheek like he did when he was much younger only this time it forced a blush onto Wryn’s cheeks and he let go of his face gently. “Ah…I’m sorry.” He looked away and shook his head before stepping away from Gildir. “I forget you’re not so young anymore. You’re a man now and I should treat you as one. Just know you do not have to help me with this curse Gildir…I can find someone to…to do this for me.” He nodded lightly and ran a hand through his white hair a little nervously. If he was being honest with himself he would much rather sleep with Gildir than some random person but that would be morally wrong. Wryn didn’t see the kid he had raised all his life now he saw a man, the man from his dream. The strong, handsome, capable man who had taken him in his arms and made him his. Wryn could never get that sight out of his head ever again and their relationship would be different because of it. Of course, this wouldn’t be all too bad. They weren’t biological so it wasn’t too morally wrong right? Wryn was trying to justify the other nights activities as he chewed his bottom lip. He knew this would only happen again. He knew he had to find someone to give him another dose or he would cripple up and die before they got to the cave they needed. Gildir was the most logical choice for this and yet the most immoral one. Gildir obviously minded he was sobbing because he had touched him. Wryn felt tears prickle at his eyes and he couldn’t hold them back as he felt his cheeks get wet. “What you must think of me…I’m so sorry…” he hid his face from Gildir with his hands crying into them as he felt horrible for seducing his son and making him more than upset about it all. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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