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_ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A MONTH AND A HALF AGO~_

_Aaran crouched in the shadows of the trees and brush, his elven eyes scanning the foliage in front of him. He had chased the large buck for over a mile, only to have it run into the deepest part of the woods. He had followed, silent as a cat, and knew that it was very close to him. His ears twitched as a faint cracking sound reached his ears. He slid his bow from his back, knocking an arrow as he did, and raised the curved weapon. He took a breath and stood, the bush above him rustling as he did so. The buck looked at him for half a second, which was all Aaran needed. The black and gold fletched arrow lanced away from him, embedding itself in the deer's heart as it tried to get away. _

With a decisive nod of his head, he strode toward the deer, his knife drawn to begin the work of cleaning his kill. He reached the deer and was about to lift it from it's position amongst the leaves of the forest floor, when he heard a rustle behind him. He spun, ducking against a tree and preparing to defend himself. Bandits were not uncommon this deep in the forest.

A young female elf entered the glade, her eyes scanning the area, seemingly looking for something... or maybe someone. She moved with an easy grace, her long silver hair, crowned by a wreath of flowers, flowing around her back. Her silver eyes reflected the dim sunlight and seemed to have a slight golden glow to them. Strangely enough, the downed buck seemed to hold no interest to her as she looked around the glade, then walked gracefully through it, not pausing for anything.

Stepping from behind the tree, Aaran watched her silently for a few moments, taken in by how she looked. As a specimen of an elf, she was at the height of beauty, but also strangely different, perhaps it was her coloration. Finally it hit him that she was not a woodland elf at all, but because of her silver eyes and hair, she must be a moon elf. He cleared his throat quietly and then addressed her, "Greetings..."

Daerpantwen started as she heard the male voice behind her, spun on her heel, and dropped into a crouch. She had a small issue with men, mainly because they looked no further than her outer beauty. None had ever bothered to learn her inner self. Seeing the lone male by the tree, she looked at him silently for a few moments, seeing how this would go. Would he be another after her beauty, or one who wanted to know her?

He watched her, silent as well, seeing the wariness in her eyes as she looked at him. He sheathed his dagger and raised an eyebrow, "I said... Greetings?" he spoke again, "My name is Aaran, Aaran Terefin." She seemed to be on edge, not fearful, but wary. He moved over to the deer, knowing that he needed to clean it quickly and prepare it for the journey home or else the meat would be spoiled, but his eyes didn't leave her.

Seeing that he wasn't advancing on her, she let down her guard some, still wary, just a little less so. "Greetings, Aaran Terefin. I am Daerpentwen." Finally seeing the downed buck, she tilted her head some, looking at him. "You killed him?"

He gave a short nod, never one for words where gestures would do, and then spoke, "Aye, I have been tracking him since morning, he gave a worthy chase, but in the end, I was the greater." He picked the buck up by it's antlers and hooked them over a low branch of a nearby tree. As he pulled his knife and began to skin it, he looked over at her, "And greetings to you, Daerpentwen, I hope the sight of blood doesn't bother you, but I have to clean this deer or the meat will spoil"

The silvery elf shimmered in the dim light, and shook her head. "No, but why do it the hard way?" A swift gesture from her had the deerskin removed, the meat cut into large chunks to make it easier to transport and all usable parts wrapped in the deerskin. A disc appeared under the meat, keeping it from the ground. "The disc won't remain long, but it should serve to help get your meat back to your home." She shook her head, her silver locks flowing around her body in a sensual wave. "You are the first male who has offered any kindness to me in regards to my sensitivities. Most only see the outer, and not care about the inner."

He gave a nod as she used her magic to finish his task for him, "Thank you, I find it strangely fulfilling to use my hands for tasks such as these, but I shall not turn down anything given to me." he smiled at her, and then cocked his head, "Ah... I see. That explains your wariness in your manner. I understand, and while you are beautiful, I would be in serious trouble from certain parties at my home if i had tried anything" he chuckled, "So rest assured, you have nothing to fear from me"

_She tilted her head, looking at him some more before relaxing fully. "You are married, then?" _

She found a fallen log and sat down gingerly, her legs together, but angled to the side. Sighing, she shook her head, then looked up at him, uncertain about something.

_He shook his head in the negative, "Nay, I am not married, but let's say... I'm... I'm" he smirked, "spoken for, at this time" he chuckled, "I'm sorry to be so cryptic." _

He saw the uncertainty in her face. He was always good at reading people, certain ones especially, but he could usually tell when someone was bothered, or upset. "Are you troubled about something?" he asked.

Hearing that he was spoken for made her relax a little more after tensing when he said he wasn't married. "She must be one lucky lady, then," she said with a smile before she shook her head again. "Have...Have you ever thought about doing things that others would find... distasteful?"

He smiled at her and wiped his knife off on his pant leg, sheathing it afterward. Glancing first at her, and then off into the trees, he contemplated her question. "many things we do as individuals may be considered distasteful to others. For instance, cleaning that deer the old fashioned way, blood and all, may be horrid to some, while perfectly normal to others. However, I do not believe your question refers to those things. Am I right?" He walked over to the deer carcass, and disk, picking them both up and laying them next to a stump, which he placed himself on, muttering, 'I wish Voran was here to help carry that"

Daerpantwen shook her head, a slight smile on her lips. "No. I didn't mean everyday things. I meant something more.... erotic. Despite me being a Moon Elf," she said, confirming his earlier suspicions of what she was, "I've.... well, I've had a thing for wild animals. I want to be under... an animal. I want to feel them thrusting into me. But I can't do anything about it. I'm still a virgin, and I can't find any creatures to take me the way I want."

He nodded, his eyes alight with interest and curiosity, "I thought not...You interest me Daerpantwen, I am a stranger, and yet you pour out your wishes to me." he smirked, "But as you are being frank with me, I shall be with you also. I perfectly understand your feelings, you wish to be dominated by something much larger and stronger, and to feel that you have no control over the situation. It is strange how the fates conspire, but for some time, I have had the idea of beginning a... a breeding program if you will. I would have suitable elven females bred to the animals that my father and I keep. As of yet, I haven't begun the process, but I believe that I will be soon."

_She smiled, fully relaxing as he was just as frank with her as she had been with him. "And as I said, you are the first one to ask me about things most males I've come across could care less about. They just want the outer trappings, not the inner being. Your lady is indeed lucky to have found one who can not only appreciate the outer beauty, but values the inner being as well." _

Listening to him continuing, her entire body seemed to get more excited. "I take it you are one who has, or will soon have, a harem? If so, I would be very much interested in joining your breeding program."

"Aye, I am 18, and I will soon begin to gather for myself a harem... you understand now why I say I am attached. My slavebride will be ready in only a month's time, and at that time, I am planning to begin not only my harem, but also the program." he looked at her, smiling himself, "You wish to be a part of it? Please understand that were you to join my harem, you would not be only for the program, but for myself as well..." Aaran watched her, how she moved, her body and posture. She would be a fitting addition to his future harem, especially if she wanted_to be part of it._

She nodded. "I would love to be. I've yet to be claimed and am getting a little old to be claimed, as I am twenty-one already. I understand and agree that I will not just be part of the program, but be used by you as well, though my heart belongs to animals. This would give my parents a sense of relief that someone has won me, at least partially."

"Well, then as you want to be part of it, I will gladly accept you when I begin. I never imagined that I would have such an easy time finding someone that is not only interested, but actually looking for that kind of experience" he smiled at her, "If your heart belongs to the animals, rest assured, we have plenty... dogs, horses, a single male lion also..." Standing, he stretched, "It's getting late... I should be returning."

"You can find me at my parents' home when you do start up the harem, Master Aaran," she said with a smile. "My father is Lord Forsyth and my mother is Lady Bellistria." Her smile widened as she heard the list of animals that would be inside her soon. "Mmm, sounds wonderful, Master Aaran. I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck a lion."

He picked up the deer skin and disc, "I shall come for you when the time is right, Daerpantwen, and I'm glad we have met... you can dream in the coming nights of what will happen once I claim you" and with a smile, he walked off, his mind pondering their meeting and all that was to come...

_Daerpantwen smiled and watched him leave, then rose to her feet and headed home, an unusual lightness to her steps. _