Of Myth and Man: Chapter 1
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Hi folks! Bright Shadow here. This is my first story, and if you have any questions or comments,email me at [email protected], but be sure the title contains the title of my story in it. I get so much spam that I might delete it if it doesn't specify. Sorry for the inconvieince. Now for the legal schpeil... If you are under the age of 18 or the legal age of your state, don't read this. If you are offended by crude language or sexual scenes, don't read this. If you think I'm completely nucking futs, good for you; you're learning. ;) Do not repost this on any website without my permission. There. Did I get it all? Good. Now, onto the story! Again, this is my first attempt at this stuff, so please bear with me. I'll try my best. :) * * *
Of Myth and Man: Chapter 1
- * * "Damn it all... whoever this guy is, he's good." The trackers were furious. They had been tracking this one human for six days, and so far, he had expertly eluded them. "Khaine, get to that hill. Maybe your eyes can spot that little punk." The eagle nodded and took wing to the large rise in the distance. "Say, Norreth, d'ya think he really did it?" The large wolf glanced over his shoulder at the doe who asked the question and sighed. "Rheya, you of ALL people should know that I don't question a job. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. I don't know. What I do know is that we need to find him." She sighed heavily. The entire orphanage had been bured down during the night, and even though humans were barbarians, she really didn't beleive the stories. But Norreth was in charge, and she wasn't about to press the issue. A sudden rush of air signaled Khaine's return. He landed softly and began silently cursing in his natve tongue. The wolf didn't even blink. "No dice, eh?" "No... he must be so far gone by now, only the gods might have a chance of finding him," the eagle said in his trademark soft voice. Norreth stood up and kicked a small rock in frustation. They were the best trackers in the region... but whoever this human was, he was better. "Well," he said reluctantly, "I guess he wins... for now." "He's gotta be good... you hafta give him that, at least." The lupus nodded slowly. "I do, Rheya. If he's THAT good, he deserves our respect. Maybe if we ever find him he'll teach us some of his tricks, you think?" "Not likely," the soft voice replied. "Remember, we'd have to find him first." Rheya looked out over the horizon. They were in a forrest clearing, near a cliff. She saw the sun setting, the sky ablaze in purple, rose, and gold. "Ya never know, guys... ya never really know." Little did they know that he was closer than they ever would have guessed. Hiding silently in a tree, hardly twenty feet away, Ashe De'Lantis sat, hardly breathing. "Man... they followed me for six days?" he thought. "They don't know how close they got to me a few times. When the heat dies down, maybe I will teach them a thing or two..." His thoughts were cut short by movement in the clearing. He coutiously risked a look around the trunk of his makeshift refuge, and saw the party leaving, towards the city. They passed out of sight, and he wated five minutes before dropping himself to the ground quietly. He cast one last look in the group's direction, gave a silent salute, and began walking. He wasn't worried about getting spotted; his cape, shirt, pants, wide-brimmed hat, boots, and even the sash he wrapped around his face were enchanted; the pale, ice-blue cloth had many charms and spells woven throughout to protect the wearer from prying eyes. And if they failed... he always had his sword. Ashe wasn't a very violent person, but he did know how to use a blade. "Let's see here... the village must be a few day's travel to the... west? Or was it northwest? Lemme think..." Drawing up a mental map of the local area, he remembered the chase through the forest had completely thrown off the direction of his travel. That didn't worry him, either... but it really pissed him off. His thoughts turned to seven nights ago. The orphanage was on fire, and he was trying his damnedest to get the children out. Sure, they didn't notice he was a human... the raging inferno was scaring them witless. But after the chaos had ended, someone must have planted some kind of evidence, probably footprints... but why? Someone was after him for something, but what?... "Oh yeah! It's north!" Looking at the beauty of the sunset for a moment, he suddenly thought longingly of his sister. She would be furious with him... he grinned under his face wrap. He didn't care if she summoned all hell after him, he wanted to get back. "Don't worry, sis," he said to the wind. "I'll be home soon enough." And with those words, he strode into the trees. Rheya immidiately flopped down on the bed for her inn room, glad that she could get some real sleep for the first time in the week. That search for the human ahd been so taxing on her, she bearly resisted passing out in the bar. Her main concern was taking a bath; considering that she had no time to on the road. Tiredly, she sat up on the bed and took a look around the room. It was pretty nice, with enough room to practice her dagger-play in, a closet, and a bathroom with a large tub, sink, and a full-lenght mirror. The guys were even kind enough to drag her clothes up into the closet for her; they must have noticed how tired she was. She got up and surveyed the selection; her current travel clothes were covered in dust and sweat. Not that she minded, but other people would. Searching for a moment, she pulled out a green t-shirt, shorts, and a matching set of green bra and panties. She tossed the outfit over her shoulder and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Stripping off her dirty tunic and bra, she stood in front of the mirror, looking over herself. Her deep green eyes explained her love for the color, and her normally cream colored fur was turning a dirty blonde hue from her travels. Her breasts were not exactly small, but they weren't the largest pair she had ever seen. She was quite content with them, though; she wondered how some females ever managed to stand up straight with tits the size of watermellons. Besides, her specialty was in daggers and other small, light blades; the last thing she needed was to accidentally stab herself in an over-sized chest. "Well, at least I don't look like a cheap whore," she thought, cupping her breasts and softly squeezing them. Then she began to remove her pants and underwear, which was rather difficult; the sweat and grime made taking off her clothes seem like she was skinning a water baloon. "Oh well," she thought, tossing her dirty clothes into a corner, "at least I'll have a chance to fix that now." Now standing nude in front of the mirror, she instinctively squeezed her legs closer together and moved to cover her breasts with her hands, but stopped and mentally kicked herself; no one was around, but she was rather shy by nature. Shaking her head, she stepped over to the bathtub and turned on the taps. In a few minutes, warm water filled the basin, and she slowly lowered herself in, enjoying the feel of warm water on her grime-covered fur. She sat and soaked for a while, washing herself off a little with a bar of soap, then switched to shampooing her shhort white hair. She had to refill the tub once, due to the length of time she took washing herself the first time. This time she just sat and enjoyed the water all arond her. The temprature was begenning to take its toll on the doe, and she began feeling a familiar throb between her legs. She quickly looked around instinctively, just to make sure no one was around. She was only 19, but never really had masturbated very much. "Not having anyone to think of does do that to a girl sometimes..." she thought bitterly, massaging the outer folds of her mound. The water felt so good on her pussy, the heat flowing in whenever she parted her lips. Slowly, she began to push a finger in, moving it around a little before sliding it out and repeating. "Damn, this feels wonderful... I haven't came in so long..." she moaned softly, slipping in another finger and increasing her pace. Her free hand moved up to her breast and began squeezing it, rolling her siff nipple between two fingers, pinching and pulling. She cooed and shook in pleasure, water splashing over the top of the tub onto the floor. She had just begun to pinch the nub of her clit when she realised that if she came inthe tub, it would be an absolute bitch to clean up all of the water from her thrashing around in exctacy. She lifted herself out of the tub, drained the water, laid out a towel on the cold, white tiles, laid down on it, and resumed finger-fucking herself. She shoved three fingers in herself imidiately, the middle one reaching upwards. It accidentally hit something that made her whole body shudder in pleasure. She stopped for a moment, breifly thought "What the hell?", then shrugged and resumed pleasuring herself. She could ponder on her anatomy later; all that mattered right now was cumming as soon as possible. Rheya began to focus on that spot, rubbing it with intense fury, while her other hand spread her cunt lips even farther apart. Her entire body was reverberating with lust, and she felt her inner walls contracting on her fingers. Pinching her clit with her free hand, she drove another digit into her sodden mound, moaning loudly. With four fingers stroking her g-spot, her crotch began bucking and shaking wildly. Her hips rose off the floor, and with a loud moan, she came, spraying her juice all over the bathroom floor. She flopped onto the towel for a moment, then took her fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean, suprised at both the taste and the realisation that she had never done that before. She sat up and crawled around the floor, licking up every pool of her cum that she could find, savoring the taste. "Wow," she thought, licking her lips, "I've never came THAT hard before..." Standing up, Rheya towled off, tossed the towel in the corned with her dirty clothes, stepped into her room, and flopped down onto the bed and pulled the covers over herself, not even bothering to dress. After dipping a finger in her mound and tasting once more, she drifted off into sleep. The sky was perfectly cloudless. "Good," Ashe thought hopefully. "That makes my job a lot easier." He hadn't stopped since the search party left, and he didn't plan to unless he had to. Still, the moonlight was making his journey a little calmer, since the native furs in the area wern't good with nightvision. "I am, though," he said softly to no one. "Humans change, just like anything else." A statement that was rather true. He, like most humans of the era, looked more like what the stories called "Elves" than what they called "Humans." His ears were slightly pointed, his eyes adjusted to seeing partially at night. "That's what happens when a race is hunted to near extinction. They adapt." He knew the old stories of the human race and their cruelty, so it came as no suprise to the 16 year old that the anthromorphs had smitten the general populus of human cities and society. That was centuries ago, but the hatred and fear still remained to this day. Magic took the place of technology, but things hadn't changed, they said. Only the people in charge had. "Sure looks that way..." he mumbled, gazing around. His thoughts turned back to the trio of hunters who had been tracking him. Rheya, Khaine, and Norreth. A doe, an avian, and a lupine. Three furs he wouldn't have expected to see together when he was 8, but he had grown since then. He shifted his attention to the land around him. A green plain, a few trees scattered here and there, nothing much. He heard the ruffle of his enchanted clothes and the flap of his cape in the cool evening breeze... but nothing else. He froze and crouched, listening intently. Nothing besides the whisper of the trees and grass in the wind. "Not even a cricket is chirping... what's going on?" His instincts said run, but he held himself there and looked back from the direction he came. Again nothing but the rustle and wave of the grass... "No. Something moved." As soon as the thought crossed his mind, it took only a half second for him to half-rise into a dead run. He bearly heard his mysterious presuer, "Fifty, maybe thirty paces behind me..." He cut his thoughts short. No time to ponder and split his focus. He needed to run. * * *
End Chapter 1
- * * Well, there. I'm done. Like I said before, if you have questions or comments, e-mail me. If you made it this far, thanks for bearing with me till the end. =D I'll be working on this story series for a while before I start some full yiff stories. If you don't like it, tough. =P