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06:43 Ceadda: I desired earnestly to bring honor to my bear again and not honor my new wolfen warrior whose deep affections nurture my heart. Our land was at peace...there were no battles... In the midst of the night the revelation came to me, there was still darkness in our land...evil creatures of old that had retreated as peace grew and swelled in our land. These beasts still oozed and caused storms of wickedness to rise. The bear had cataloged these dark creatures as we planned to vanquish them together. But now I would take your ax and my blades and ensure the peace endure in your name and bring honor to my wolf.

Days have passed...after many battles with beasts of the deep, ancient evils, grand witches from hell itself and wicked folk of all sorts, I still endure looking for my entrance to the promised afterlife with my bear. Leaving my cottage behind 8 days back, knowing I am well past due from when I promised the wolf I would return...carrying the bear’s ax and using it as my own...my blades a gift from the wolf stained with dark magic and hellish foulness..I come to challenge another creature of the dark. I stand at the edge of the canyon...a morning fog has rolled in and covers it, shrouding the mystery of the evil that dwells in its depths.

It is here that I will face my greatest foe. A hideous creature dwells in the canyon, who feeds on the seed of warriors, named Erdraamaal's. He once walked the land feeding, ruining and destroying warrior after warrior, until he was beaten back, here to this canyon...his dwelling place. The canyon oozes with Erdraamaal's villiany and hunger. His origins are lost in the mists of time. He cannot even remember his own origin. Over the long march of years, he knows only one thing: HUNGER. I am here to end his infernal hunger or feed it. Either outcome will be worthy of the path I cling to. I drop my cloak and satchel, I slide off my outer heavy armor which impedes my moments. I will not need these anymore. I reach into my bag and pull a vial of enchanted orcs blood, cursed by dark magic...a deadly poison for any dark beast. I take a breath looking up at the sky...”We have time enough, and love.” I roll my shoulder and flex my muscular frame...it is time to battle for the last time.

05:33 Erdraamaal: The long years had rolled by, become decades, and centuries of a deep, dusty slumber beneath the stone and rock. But eventually, inevitably, my hunger began to grow and stirred me towards wakefulness. The ancient hunger that drove me onwards to wakefulness, the desire for the seed and spirit of a true warrior, a true hero, to feast on his seed, to feast on his nobility, to feast on his suffering. The last hero had been so rich, so filling that many a long century had passed before my need to feast was aroused yet again.

But this time, I did not have to go on the hunt for prey, my prey had come to me. The smell and presence of a true hero approaching my ancient canyon home roused me to full wakefulness,

I lay in wait, celebrating my good fortune, merged deep in the rock face, for, I was a creature of the stones… and at will, I could meld and melt my form such that none could see me when I stood against my element. Power of the stone and rock was my ancient weapon and greatest trick.

The stones of my canyon floor informed me of His approach. His heroic aura shone around him, and I writhed in silent excitement. I stood, standing 10 feet tall, 600 pounds of ancient, malevolent power and muscle, standing on two legs, layered with muscle and bone, my arms of a huge and massive girth, ending in innumerable tentacles, talons, and claws, writhing and seeking the flesh of this mighty hero. I laid deep within the stones, waiting for him to approach my place of concealment.

22:25 Ceadda: I begin to ascend into the canyon, the fog is thick, the stone walls are covered with ancient writings of a dark language...these power the beast of old...they surge his power...but his real feast is on the seed of a warrior...he will try all he can with all his might to rape me of my man seed. Erdraamaal is counted as the darkest foe of the land, thus his expulsion to the canyon nearly a century back is legendary. Erdraamaal was known to lay waste to armies of men and was known to decimate villages in a single night. It was even recorded that Erdraamaal destroyed one of the Paladins of Virtue, which were powerful holy warriors who protected the innocent through the power of their virtue. This beast will be a challenge. I must not allow this...the fight must be honorable to the gods above if I am to even begin to be granted access to the ursine afterlife. I stop as downslope of the entrance to the canyon depth. I pull the vial of enchanted orcs blood, cursed by dark magic...a deadly poison for any dark beast. I coat the ax blade, my swords cutting edges and the rest I coat my fists with. This poison will reply and damage the beast. I pull the ax to my side, and pull my twin blades out readying it for battle. My mind is focused...I plan to destroy the beast...but should my battle fail me and I be taken my heart smiles with the thought of the union with my bear. My heart beats strong for him...as his training is deep and embedded in my mind and motions.

Erdraamaal is known to hide in the clefts of the rocks and to surprise his prey from a powerful sneak attack. As the canyon narrows I stretch out my battle forged arms extending my blade out to the side which drag along the cursed stone walls...my swords enchanted by the cursed orcs' blood spark with an unholy light as they touch the stones. This sends echoes and vibrations through the stones will pain and ache the beast forcing him from the shadows. I ready myself for this challenge. Be still...move with speed...be controlled...move with might...I say to myself, hearing Einar’s words in my mind from our many training days. I long to hear his voice again...the gentle but commanding tone from his maw...to feel his warm breath on my neck as he instructs me from behind. Memory can be such a blessing and curse...memory reminds us of the times we had with our loved ones...but it also pains us in their absence. My heart and mind are tethered to the bear...in his absence I feel the ache loss through all my being. But this is not a place for memories or pain.

I ready for battle ahead...battle is the only vice that takes the pain away from the loss of the bear. My blades continue to drag, stir and vibrate the ancient stones with their unholy fire. I breath out heavily and flex all my muscles...ready to strike at the movement of the beast.

06:19 Erdraamaal: Oh he is crafty, he comes not as prey, but as a hunter. His weapons glow and pulsate with the cursed blood of orcs, and my bones and sinews of ancient stone creep and crawl at the thought of that elixir contacting my skin.

He drags his weapons along the canyon wall, and I curse and rage at him. For I cannot ambush him as is my wont. The ripples and echoes of the cursed orc contacting my stone sends out waves of sickening resonance to make my skin crawl. I cannot bear their approach. But I am old, old, and crafty beyond all measure. I have many tricks. I step forth then, from the wall where I lay in concealment about 20 feet in front of the mighty warrior.

Then, quickly, fighting through the miasma of the orc taint rippling through my stones, I command the rock face far above him to weaken, sending down a shower of stones toward his position.

15:41 Ceadda: The fog is thick and has an evil feel in the canyon. The air is thick and humid, with the stench of old death hanging heavy. This is a fitting home for a wicked beast such as the legendary Erdraamaal. I hear the screeching rebellious shrills of the beast echoing off his stony refuge, I hear his titan body move...he is a solid massive ten foot solid strapping beast who is not to be taken lightly. I hear the cliffs above me crackle and small shards come falling down. “Clever old beast,” I say to myself as I realize he has a strong magical connection to the ancient dark stones of the canyon.

I throw myself back just in time as the larger boulders crash on my previous position. I pull forth from my pocket a blessed ursine carraig, a holy stone per say with magical properties. I hold the small stone out straight in front of me and call out loudly the ancient words “dul amach.” The fallen boulders and stone shards roll and fly forward fast and hard into the fog in front of me. I can not see my enemy but I hope a piece will strike him.

I stand and stretch out swords again, dragging them along the rock walls. The stunning dark magic effect is working as I had hoped. I am sweating profusely in the humid heat of the canyon, I feel the droplets running down my muscled back. I breath out heavily looking carefully into the fog...listening for the beast. “I know you are here great one....I know of your power...and your hunger...and you know what I am here...peace is back in our lands...therefore today you will slumber in that you are satisfied for a century again or I will lay your carcass to rest.” I stay looking carefully as I edge forward.

The fog thickens...my visibility shortens. My muscles are tense, I feel your presence closer now. I then stop...I pull forth the blessed ursine carraig, the holy stone and I hold it high in the air and call out the ancient words of “bheith imithe.” With those words the stone in my hand glows green as the air stirs and the fog lifts, clearing the canyon. I replace the stone in my pocket and draw my out blades wide as they magically ignite against the dark stone walls. My eyes adjust...there ahead I see him...the beast...my nemesis.

08:33 Erdraamaal: I feel the ancient power as the hero who has come to hunt me calls on ancient ursine magic to send the boulders I had loosed hurling through the fog towards me.

Arrogant is he, noble, and virile, full of vitality. I shall feast well. But I am one with the ancient stones, my sinew and bone one with the rocks. It is a small matter to brush the stones aside. I continue forth, the fog hiding my advance as he continues to spread his foul orc magic.

I hear his words, and chuckle deep to myself. So noble, so certain, as are all his kind. Yet he too shall fall. I am nearly on him now, this fog is my ally more than his, for I move in utter silence. Then, he lifts his stone and once more uses it's power to scatter the fog. And then, I am there in the open.

I snarl in fury, opening my maw, row upon row of stone shards to rend and tear the flesh. Then, I surge forward, gliding across the canyon floor, one with the rock face. I raise my left hand appendage, with it's ancient claw of stone and bone, harder than diamond, honed over the millenia to be a match for any sword a hero might bear. It is coated him my poison, a lust inducing toxin designed to inflame a man with raw arousal. i leap forward, and swing my ancient claw, the edge glistening with poison, my movement sure and swift, the claw soaring for the hero's midriff.

23:21 Ceadda: Erdraamaal is the great seducer...with unearthly powers and venom he seduces and works his warrior prey to seed and then feed off that power. It is quite a stimulation...so history shares...one that would make any man’s cock burst...but to fall into such is death. I know he will attack with a fierceness like no other beast. This beast is unique...and impressive...he has my respect and my fear. The fog clears and I see his massive ten foot frame...fuck he is massive...he moves with the might of nature...coming in cunning and preparing his attack. His “bone claw” or so it is called into the ancient histories is truly a weapon sought after. Many warriors came to claim it and cut off his arm to have this mighty and indestructible weapon, but none prevailed against him.

He rows with a might, his rows upon rows of teeth show their flesh lust, his body flexing as one solid mountain of muscle. The bone claw extended...my eyes watched...it was hard to keep focused...stay…stay...stay...I tell myself as the beast plows in closer. He gains a closer distance...he is right on me...I drop both swords...and drop to my side and pull the ursine axe from my back...drenched in the cursed orc’s blood. The axe clangs with his bone claw sparks of the orcs' blood and poison react making mystical sparks and fire ignite as they touch...I roll as he plows over me and cut up with the axe which catches his thick massive back...cutting in deep. I yell out loudly, in a roar holding the firm as I complete the upper cut the roll to knee, rising taking my fighting stance looking to the beast.

03:13 Erdraamaal: As I swing my mighty bone claw at this feast of a warrior hero, he moves with a speed and agility that only causes my hunger to grow. He drops his swords, and pulls out a mighty battle axe, drenched in the hated, cursed orc blood. The blow rings off my bone claw, with fire and magic exploding form contact between my power and his, and I scream as the tainted orcs blood drives daggers of agony through my ancient claw, a small chip breaking free.

I stagger, as he rolls behind me, before I can recover, and sinks that axe deep into my back. I scream as my ancient body of stone and sinew is invaded by that cursed axe, a wound more grievous than any I have endured in a long march of years.

Knives of agony cut through my body, sending spears of pain to the very depths of my ancient stone being. Desperate, enraged, I turn suddenly and my right hand appendage lashes out, tentacle after tentacle wrapping up that axe wielding arm as I stagger, weakened, drawing deep on my connection with the stones to find the strength to fight.

Desperately holding that axe arm at bay, I summon the strength of ancient stone even as I leak ichor down my back, and swipe my bone claw in a savage low arc, designed to knock this mighty warrior's legs out from under him.

16:55 Ceadda: The beast is quick, cunning and powerful and if I am honest with myself I do not expect to leave this canyon alive. The great seducer, the seed taker, and red sex demon as Erdraamaal is called...is not mere mindless monster. History is so ancient and lost but he has lifetimes of knowledge...there is no warrior who has entered his canyon who has come forth alive. The axe sinks in and I hear the shrills of your rage and anger. All I am doing is making you drive deeper into your dark magic that lines these walls..

I come up on my knee with the axe ready to strike again when in a speed of light motion your right arm fires out a spray of tentacles that wrap and entangle the axe and my wielding arm. Your tentacles grip with a deep hard crushing force that stays my arm the axe from wielding a nothing blow. “ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH,” I called out as your tentacles coiled up my one arm then your left arm weaponized with the bone claw swipes in knocking me off my feet to my back.

In the fall I reach into my pocket and pull forth a small dark sack filled with dried wolfen and bear semen, but this seaman is laced with dust from the stones on the white holy mountain where the ancient holy mating table is. This holy semen is a life poison to a leaching devil like you. I should have saved it for later. I am going to be in a vulnerable position soon. I throw it with my might striking you in the face, the bag explodes upon impact and an ashen cloud of dust covers your head. Instantly the effects happen as your skin burns and senses are clouded for a few moments. I use the moment to pull from you tentacles….roll out from grip…and then sweep the heavy across the ground now taking our thick muscled legs, sending you massive frame to the canyon floor. The axe blade again sinks into your one leg’s flesh. I turn with the axe ready.

04:49 Erdraamaal: The growing hunger as I taste the dedication and resolve of this delectable warrior helps counter the agony knifing through my back, as does the contact I have with the stone of my ancient canyon, sending healing waves through my savagely wounded back, ichor dropping to sizzle on the stone from the brutal wound.

But I have him now... He is on his back, and that hated ax is pinned down with the tentacles of my right appendage.

I move in, raising my ancient claw of bone to pierce his armor and his body, to inject with a full dose of my lust poison, when suddenly he throws something full in my face. I scream..... my echoes of pain and agony bouncing off the walls of my canyon. Life... a powder full of Life... such potency, such power, it is like acid to my ancient sinews of bone and stone.

Flailing, I feel the warrior free himself from tentacles. I stagger, smoke rising from my burning face, the agony, oh the agony... It is unbearable.

Then, his blade sinks into my legs of sinew and stone, leaving another gaping wound, as I topple like tree chopped down in the wood, to land on my back with a resounding thud. My eyes, bleary and stinging, seek out my foe.

There he is, coming at me with ax raised. So much pain... so much agony.. but I will not be denied my meal. I open my maw, even as my face smokes and burns from that hideous powder, and unleash a full measure of my dark, vile acid, spraying forth from my throat, towards the hero's face.

13:25 Ceadda: The beast topples over and crashes to the ground, his shrills are deafening to my ears, the cursed seaman ash is doing its horrors. But again all I am doing in enraging the beast. I leap forward with the axe drawn seeking to sink it into his chest, then your maw opens and that horrifying acid spray spews forth. I pull the axe up to a defensive position so that the blade covers my face and chest. I am too far into my leap to change my course.

The acid sprays the axe, the cursed ursine blade by orc blood repels the acid well but the splash off hits my abdomen and thighs, the burning is intense as the acid instantly burns through my heavy leather and armor. I wince and grimace as they acid burn...knowing that will leave scars on my body.

I come down with a hard force on your body, but the ax is flat bladed. As I slam into your hard muscular massive body, I crush your face and skull, which was burning from the ashen semen bomb I threw in your face. I plunge down hard on your massive 12 inch cock which is like a monstrous tentacle of its own. My boots dig in deep and hard, hopefully hurting that fleshy part of your body as I smash your skull with the axe. I roll off your upper body above your head, feeling the deep burning from your acid spray, panting in pain as I pull the ax up and regrip one of my cursed long bladed swords. “You are a formattable beast…” I say in my heavy breathing.

03:26 Erdraamaal: The mighty hero's reflexes save him... for now, deflecting the worst of the acid with his cursed orc-blood coated blade. The acid though, opens a way... it burns through the armor protecting his abdomen and his thighs.

Then, he lands on top of me, the side of his blade bashing into my still smoldering face. I scream in pain, as stony chunks are ripped out of my aching, weakened face, the ancient bone and sinew cracking and fracturing from the impact. The pain... it is more savage, more deep than any I remember in many a long year. What hero has ever dared to challenge me so?

And his boots, they drive into my ancient demonic member with a savagery my member has not felt in the long roll of years. I scream, pain consuming me.

Then, the warrior rolls off me, as I lay stunned, dripping ichor from my many wounds, writhing in agony.

He reaches for his long sword, and regrips his ax. I am in a daze, a haze of agony and pain, but I must strike. I MUST. Such power, such might, such nobility, such determination, it will be MINE.

My right hand appendage lashes out then, the tendrils seeking the burning, smoking holes in your armour. Writhing, the tendrils snake beneath the waistband of your leather trousers, and engulf your manhood and your heroic balls. Small needles suddenly thrust forth driving into your gonads, unloading my lust poison deep into the center of your manhood.

I sit up, in agony, screaming from my wounds, but still, I send out my larger tentacles, seeking to bind your mighty arms to your side, to wrap up your core, your torso in their powerful grip. I draw deep on my ancient magic of stone, drawing strength and granite might to begin crushing your ribs and binding your arms in my grip.

16:08 Ceadda: I stand there panting, the acid burns, making my skin feel like it is on fire. I raise the axe again to strike but I hit with your attack. Your right arm fires out fast from you body and your small but very powerful tentacles wrap and ease their way under my armor as you go for my manhood. Instantly I feel the legendary seductive poison hit my cock and balls that swell up to a raging might. I scream out as the sexual burns begin and I swing the ax only to be rammed and knocked by your larger tree trunk tentacles that wrap my arms to body with a pythonic strength. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BY THE GODS AND MOTHER BEAR...SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.” I call out as you crush in with a monstrous strength.

My legs kicking as I squirm and rock trying for anything to break free...but I know I am caught. My balls and cock are on fire and I feel my sexual drive being kicked on by your poison. My mind is racing, my body sweating under the pressure of your crushing muscular tentacles, my cock leaking my in armor as you massage me with your smaller tentacles sending feelings that confuse and cloud my mind.

FOCUS...USE YOUR MIGHT...FOCUS CEADDA….I hear the bear say in my heart. My hands at my hips...I feel in my lower waist pocket a vial...it was my last defense but it must be used...my finger toil to get in my pocket, your tentacles tightening more. My chest is constrained as I cough...my cock raging on fire deeper than it ever has. I get the vial from my pocket and toss it with all my might smashing it on the side of your vile teeth filled maw...the vial shatters revealing its dark potency...the vial is dark mixture of orc semen, bear urine, and your own ichor taken from decades back by another warrior. This toxic combination I have been told is death to you...causing pain, anguish and burns on contact. I see the mixture boil and churn as it touches your skin, dripping down your maw to your arms, tentacle and the canyon floor.

By the gods may this be enough...

09:41 Erdraamaal: I have him. I have this warrior now. I have injected my lust poison deep into his testicles, deep into his very manhood. My ancient will begins to sink into his consciousness, through his sexual arousal, and I sense and feed on his growing lust.

Slowly, as his sexual energy rises, I feed, and begin to heal some of the terrible wounds he has bestowed upon me. The hideous gash in my back slowly begins to close, the flow of ichor from the terrible wound on my leg slowly begins to lessen, and the horrible burns on my face begin to slowly shrink.

But what is this... I sense resistance in him still. My tentacles clench tight about his body, I will crush him. I will CRUSH HIM.. I writhe, and then suddenly, a vial shatters against my teeth, and i scream with a pain I have not uttered in all the long dusty passage of my long life. Pain beyond pain, fire, agony, searing. I release him suddenly, heaving him off me, my tentacles unwinding.

I scream and stumble back, my face, my face is starting to crumble and melt, a part of my jaw dissolves ... NO NO I SCREAM, and the canyon goes wild in my pain filled rage as my power over stone lashes out around me with wild abandon, rocks heaving, cracks opening in the earth, parts of the cliff face shattering and crumbling. Chaos rages as I scream in an agony never before visited on my ancient body of stone and sinew.

00:17 Ceadda: Your tentacles are ironclad with their strength as you clench, crush and smash my body. I have never felt such force. There is so much pain I can't even imagine the damage that is happening. The vial shatters and almost instantly the reach of the dark poison hits you and like a wounded beast you fight or flight syndrome kicks in and your screams feel and rock the canyon. Your tentacles pull from body and from my manhood, which is raging hard from you seductive poison. I feel myself tossed aside as the pain grips your ancient monstrous form. The cries of deep demonic howls coming from you, are ear piercing. I hit the ground grabbing my axe and sword.

I instantly feel the tremendous damage that short crushing from your tentacles caused...the majority of ribs are broken and my shoulder is dislocated. As I kneel catching my breath hearing you throw your painful tantrum, I slam my shoulder into the rock wall to reset it. A massive wave of pain lurches through my body...but my shoulder works again. I pull myself up to a fighting stance against the rock and then I feel it...your power in the rocks...the rocks that are shattering around us.

I heave my axe up that is coated in the dark orcs blood and I growl out like a bear, roaring loudly as I make with all the strength I have...I swing the axe at the utmost angle and speed just as the bear taught me...thus allowing for the maximum damage. The axe swings and makes contact...but not with you...with the stone wall...where you draw your power from. The axe smashing into the ancient power stone and CRACK...as if my axe hit the fault line in the rock...it splits up the canyon. That dark cursed orc’s blood sends it’s deadly power through your power stone, breaking it...the canyon echoes with rock and earth shattering crashes.

The power in the ancient canyon walls seems to be alive and screams itself as the axe delivers its harsh blow. The deep glowing of the rocks grow faint...the canyon screams….then goes silent...the dust settles. I stand there panting, bleeding, raging hard by your doing, broken in many ways...but eyes fixed on you. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I scream out as I charge in, upper cutting you on your chin with my axe and then also bringing my sword down both on your tentacle bearing arm. The weapons sink deep...to thick red muscular form. My body collides with your large frame and we tumble to the canyon floor.

02:11 Erdraamaal: As I tremble and rage in my agony, my face of ancient sinew and stone beginning to crack and crumble from the contents of that deadly vial, I feel the Canyon around me, my ancient home, the stones as old as the earth itself, respond to my agony and pain. Slowly, slowly, the power of the ancient stone begins to flow into me and thrashing, wrenching begins to recede.

Sleep... I must ... sleep, sleep and heal... Ichor streams from my many wounds, as agony untold wracks my entire being. But it flows now... the healing power of my stones. Until then suddenly, I hear a mighty roar, and a savage crack...

My stones, my ancient stones cry out as though in agony as I feel their pain. My cries redouble, and suddenly a sick wave of cursed orc poison flows into me as I was drawing deeply on the power of my ancient stones in order to sustain me.

I scream again, even more hideous than before as the ancient face of my canyon shatters, corrupted by orc poison. I stagger, half my face missing, the ancient sinews of stone and bone crumbled and shattered.

I am in shock, gasping, stunned, half aware as my prey becomes my hunter in truth, and rushes me. A might upswing of his cursed ax shatters more of my face, and my face is a ruin, my once proud teeth mostly gone, crumbled and broken. Agony knifes me, and I stumble as your sword sinks deep into my right hand appendage with such might and power, that my tentacle bearing arm is severed clean off my body, a vast spurt of ichor pouring forth as your weight drives me down next to the severed, writhing tentacles of my right hand appendage.

I scream in mortal agony, my life force fading, but I raise up my left hand appendage, with my ancient claw of stone and bone, and stab it at the warrior atop with all my remaining, weakening might, in a desperate attempt to impale him in his core, and drive every last drop of my lust toxin into him.

15:14 Ceadda: The stone wall shatters further as I tackle into the beast severing his tentacle arm from his massive muscled ten foot frame. My axe crushing and destroying more of his face which is showing the life threatening damage of the vial. The screams and shrills over the canyon and beyond as the creature rebels against the damage our battle has inflicted on him.

His ichor pours forth from his wound filling the canyon floor with his life essences. As we hit the ground, the stones around us shake, my warrior frame slamming into his monstrous beast-like body. I lean up on my knees, almost pinning this one armed creature to the floor. His bone claw drives in on my core and penetrates my lower abdomen, the deep stinging sensation makes me scream out in pain as my damaged torso was wrecked by your tentacles. I feel again your poison infiltrate my body as my cock rages in reaction.

I moments before you poison will take full effect and make me seed on you thus giving you restoring power. I pull a dagger from my belt and leaning back I swipe it with a quick hard motion through the air and cut your throbbing muscled dark titan cock from your body. A fountain of your stored up seed and ichor horrifically fires out from the wound.

My axe bearing arm pulls back the weapon towards you as I lean back forward and the heavy axe rolls with all my body weight on it across your neck, gouging into your thick cabled muscles spraying the air around us with your thick life’s ichor. I roar, pulling all my remaining might into this last swing, hoping I honor my bear and my wolf with your death or mine.

03:35 Erdraamaal: I feel my ancient claw of stone and bone sink into your abdomen, flooding you with my lust toxin. I did not hold back, in the desperate throes of an unparalleled agony, this was my last chance to stave of an unthinkable defeat at the hands of my natural prey.

Never in the countless passage of the long years had any hero brought me so close to the brink of defeat and humiliation as this one. I must, I had to... My hard cock of stone and sinew struck straight up, longing for his essence, feeling his sexual energy feeding off it ..

Until in utter and total shock and horror his blade flashed out... towards my member. The scream I released this time echoed even beyond the canyon.

It was a scream of ancient agony and unutterable loss, accompanied by a fountain of my monstrous seed and ichor rocketing up in the sky. I froze in shock and horror, an endless litany of pain wracking my ravaged, maimed body of ancient stone and bone.

I could only quiver and scream and hurt... I felt my body begin to crumble as my life force was leaking out of me.

Then, the final blow lands, a mighty swing of that hated ax cuts deep into my neck, severing sinew and bone, and nearly beheading me. I stiffen, then, even as I start to crumble, for the first time ever, I flee.... I allow my crumbling body to dissolve down, down into the deep stones, into my deepest haven, merging with the rocks, unable to bear the agony of this warrior... to heal or to fade entirely as I fall back into deep slumber, shame and humiliation and rage fading along with my conciousness.

08:47 Ceadda: Your screams slowly fade….as your body dissolves into the canyon floor...even the ichor that poured from you so violently, the cut off appendage, and your dismembered cock all crumble and dissolve deep into the stone...into death or renewal I can not be certain. I kneel there...my own body covered in your ichor, my blood and sweat….there is no place for my renewal...my body aches with deep pain...my chest more than likely filled with broken ribs, my arms covered in heavy lacerations, my arm covered in acid burns.

I use the bear’s axe to stand slowly...then I grab the cleft blades my wolf gifted to me, and I stow them on my back in their sleeves. I lean on the canyon wall trying to focus to gain my mind set. I need to climb back up the entrance of the canyon...my body will scream in pain with every step and movement I take.

It takes me hours to get out of the canyon, as I am only able to take a few steps at a time. I use the heavy bear ax as a crutch to steady myself as I work my way in and around the stone rubble and boulders marking the great battle with the mighty Erdraamaal. The beast has or had...depending on if he survived...my respect. He is a monster indeed, but a creature of Talam and I merely was blessed by Mother Talam to leave victorious today. Should we meet again...only the fates will know the outcome.

I reach the canyon crest...my energy gone...my strength failing as I fall chest first into the ground. My breathing is labored...this could be my end...I hope by Mother Talam, the Mother Bear and now the Great Wolf that I have served well so that I am accepted into the afterlife. I do miss my bear...but I had longed to see my wolf again. I feel a warmth in my heart, I hear the Great Wolf speak…”Sleep Ceadda….help is coming,” I grab the ax from the bear in one hand and pull one cleft blade from the wolf in the other...so that when someone finds me they know I belonged to both. My eyes close...to sleep or death...I do not know.

END PART TWO

Published: 2021-07-13, viewed 52 times.

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