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Kellindils tale	By : nirenightwing Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 2018 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey all!   I finally have a writing program on my new computer and more chapters then I know what to do with. I even changed some things around in the first chapters and some of the characters that I am bring out in future chapters, so basically the story has been vamped a bit, but in a good way don’t worry!!!
So let’s get started and get the warnings and such out of the way and on to the good stuff!
            ***WARNING/// DANGER*** THIS STORY IS SLASH ( YAOI, BIT OF YURI DOWN THE ROAD TOO) IF YOU FIND THAT GROSS OR WRONG, I’M SORRY, YOU CAN SKIP PAST THOSE PARTS BUT YOU’LL MISS HALF THE STORY, SORRY! THERE WILL DARK THEMES IN THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS, NON-CON AND TOURTE. ANY AND ALL FLAMES WILL BE FED TO THE FERRETS OF DOOM OR USED TO MAKE SMORE’S (MMMM) I DO NOT OWN ARE MAKE PROFIT OFF ANY CHARACTERS EXPECTS MY OWN. Ok I Think that covers everything, so on to the story Enjoy! I DON'T OWN THE FORGOTTEN REALMS OR ANY CHARACTERS OR SETTING THAT ARE THE WORK OF THE CREATOR OF THE FORGOTTEN REALMS!!

Description: Kellindil never died, but was kept as a pet and slave by the human Roddy McGristle; he escapes and finds himself in the arms of everyone’s favorite drow.
Chapter 1: Captive.
            Kellindil hit the ground with enough force to knock the breath from his lungs in a rush of air. His training and reflexes were to slow in getting his body back on his feet before the roughs hands of Roddy McGristle closed over his slender throat, making it next to impossible to take a breath. Pale hands flew into action without thought. One going to the bounty hunters hands that were slowly stealing his air and the other headed to the dagger in his belt.
            Roddy applied more pressure, and smiled at the elf wickedly. His eyes like a cold mountain wind, no emotion, no remorse for his thoughts or actions and no mercy. This was just another obstacle in his way to the drow that had caused so many problems. The human never notice the elf’s action till his smiled turned into a grimace as a small dagger was plunged into his arm.

            Kellindil quickly slipped from Roddy’s loosed grip and rolled away. He barely got a couple feet before he was taken to the ground once more under a very anger human.
            Roddy gripped the hilt of the dagger and pulled the weapon out with a low growl. The human lunged forward and tackled the ranger, forcing the struggling elf under his body. He flipped the dagger around in his hand and bore it down into Kellindil’s shoulder. The human sneered at the pained scream his action caused and grabbed the wrists before the hands they were connected to could cause more damage. Ignoring the pained cry it caused, McGristle pinned the elf’s wrists on either side of the rangers gold covered head.
            Bright blue eyes widened in pain and growing fear. Panic and pain flooded Kellindils battle horned senses, making his actions clumsy and weak. He tried to kick the being on top of him, but the larger human simply moved between his legs, making it to difficult to gain freedom that way. Before he could think of other way to escape, Roddy had transfer both of his wrists to one huge hand and backhanded him across the cheek with the other.
            Golden hair covered the side of Kellindils face, brushing against the split lip, causing the strands of hair to turn red from the blood. Fighting down a whimper of pain and to draw air into his abused lungs, Kellindil feebly tugged on his wrists again in hopes of freeing them.
            Roddy looked thoughtfully down at the elf. ‘Maybe I could find a use for him, he is a friend to that demon spawn,’ McGristle thought. He smirked when he felt the elf start to struggle once again. “He must mean somethin’ to ye, elf,” he said aloud, causing the body below him to tense and glance up at him though a fall of red stained hair. “The drow, he must be special to ye. Just how many times did ya let the bastard get by us?” Roddy had moved his free hand to trace Kellindils reddened cheek. He chuckled when the elf turned away with a shiver. It was a tempting sight for the human. He had never really found men all that appealing, but one would have to a fool to deny the beauty in an elf, especially one that was pinned to the ground and helpless. With his blue eyes and slender body, it would too hard to keep the elf overpowered and quiet. The being under him would the perfect bait to reel a dark elf, and also a fine piece of ass for when the human got lonely.
            Tephanis walked over to stand next to the pair, his wide green eyes bright. He cleared his throat to gain the attention of the bounty hunter without startling the man in releasing his captive. “Keep-the-elf,” he said. “I’ll-get-strong-rope,” he smiled before turned and running away, only to return a moment latter with a long rope form the elf’s belongings. He happily handed the rope to the human while quickly explaining what he was and why he was helped the human. The excitement in the quickling voice caused a smile to briefly appear over Roddys weathered face.
            Kellindil growled and jerked his lower body in attempt to throw the large human off him. “You will not get away with this. My people will look for me, and my death will, not be over looked. Drizzt will not be found by the likes of you, McGristle.” Kellindils voice was tight and strained from the pain in his shoulder and cheek. His blue eyes were bright with rage and tear he refused to let fall.
            Roddy backhanded him with a sneer, allowing the force of the blow to flip Kellindil onto his stomach. He quickly bound the elf’s hand s behind his back harshly, causing a cry of pain to slip past the ranger lips. “Drizzt, as ye call him, will be mine. I’m going to kill him and ye be the bait to bring him to…”
            “No-need,” Tephanis lied, cutting the human off quickly. “Drow-killed-by-worg. Dark-one-is-dead.” The quickling had crossed paths with the drow three times now and had no desire to ever see the dark elf again. He had lost two masters to the black-skinned warrior and the pain in both his head and foot where enough for him. The human would be his new master and the sprite didn’t want the man to leaving him alone again so soon after the winter wolfs death.
            Kellindil gasped and glared at the small sprite, “You lie, evil little demon.” A few tears escaped and ran down one dirt covered cheek. Could it be possible that while he was taking Roddy to Maldobar, Drizzt had been killed? No, it was a lie. Kellindil was sure of it, but it seemed that Roddy McGristle believed the quickling.
            The mountain man grabbed the elf by the hair and tilted Kellindils head to side, allowing better access to the side of a pale and dirty face. “Then I won’t be needing’ ye after all,” he whispered into the pointed ear. He leaned closer and licked the tip of the elven ear, causing the elf to flinch and squirm. “Maybe I can use ye for somethin’ else,” Roddy murmured against a pale cheek, his breath ghosting over the elf’s lips. “You might even like it, elf,” his was a soft growl as he leaned down further and licked at Kellindils blooding lip.
            Kellindil tried to bite the degusting human, but failed. He was flipped back over on to his back and backhanded again for his resistance.
            “We’ll break that spirit o’ yours,” Roddy laughed, getting to his feet with a grunt. He moved to Kellindils belongings, and discarded what he deemed as useless and then bound everything else into a tight bundle. The human gave a nod, stood from his kneeling position and turned to watch as Kellindil struggled to rise to his feet without crying out in pain or falling back to the ground. Grinning, Roddy moved forward and took hold of the elf’s arm with one hand and the dagger still in the others shoulder with the other
            Red, hot pain shot though Kellindils body as the human pulled him to his feet, while jerking the dagger out at the same time. The elf screamed as pain raced down his arms, making his hands tingle unpleasantly. He was forced to lean against McGristle to keep from falling back to the ground in a trembling heap. Biting his already sore lip and trying to keep his bound limps from shaking, Kellindil was unprepared for Roddy to pull his head back by his hair, causing the whimper that had stayed at the back of his throat to finally escape.

            The bounty hunter grinned, and lowered his head to the exposed flesh oh the elf’s neck. He gave no warning as he sank his teeth into Kellindils neck drawing not only blood but a scream of pain as well.
            The elven warrior struggled to escape the foul bounty hunter in any possible way he could, but weakened from pain and the bindings on his wrists, he found himself unable to escape. He gave a choked scream of despair, trying to fight back tears of pain and humiliation. He struggled weakly as Roddy left the bite mark, giving it a parting lick as he went. He was to dizzying to stop the human from tilting his head to the side and biting the other side of his neck. The only bliss that came of this second marking came in the form of an overwhelming darkness that swelled up around the pain-filled elf and pulled him down into the cold embrace of unconscious.

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