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Hunting Bear	By : SailorPoison Category: Comics > Elfquest Views: 2495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hugeass Note: Elfquest elves Do kiss! Example: Cutter and Leetah kiss alot in the series, get over it! Esp you Luna!

Elf Quest fanfic. Bearclaw and Strongbow Pairing

I have no rights over the characters in this story. I taken them from comics based original from Wendy and Richard Pini. I am a fan of the original series. The characters are presented in an adult situation. If you are not +18 years old, then you shouldn’t be reading this. Otise ise I hope you have fun.

Hunting Bear
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By Sailor Poison

Bearclaw is short, strong, muscular leader of his pack. His elven ears sit among his curly, black, silky, lockes of hair. Some of his hair tied back in a chieftain's knot. His small beard is black and neat. He was also an elf with a temper. His garb was black sleeveless leather vest and brown buckskin pants that tied up the sides. Feet had simple soft leather that helped keep his movements quiet. Watches his tribe move about the holt.

When one thinks of his pack or clan, one must keep in mind that Bearclaw was not just an elf or a wood elf but he was Wolfrider. All his people were also short and sturdy. The females weren’t as build but most more then their ancestors. They were ideal size for living on world of two moons. Most are around size of human children.

Not all members of the pack were elves. They saw the wolves as part of themselves. Gifts from the mothers Timmain so her children might thrive. Wolfriders lived in a large tree that was shapeshifted by a treeshaper so it held special borrows where the tribe slept in. The tree was not harmed by this and helped keep the tribe warm on long harsh winters.

Each child at right time felt the his or her cub call out. When the bond is very personal thing. Though an elf might go through several wolves before he dies, the first wolf is the most special as it marks when they start to grown up. Like the first hunt is when they are officially adults, leaving behind the childhood games for more practical ones.

Most Wolfriders never die of old age. Sickness, accidents or humans tend to kill them while they are still young. Thus whole tribe cares for each other’s children. Most importantly they rarely argue about lovers. Though they tend to stick to typical male/female paring, not uncommon for two elves of same gender to same some pleasure off alone. Life was shirt and harsh. Every moment savored as if it might be their last.

Bearclaw just grins and gets back to preparing for his bear hunt. Not far was an elf also preparing for the hunt. How he envies and loves his chief. The older bearded elf is impulsive but brave and loved his tribe. Also not often prone to sharing his hunts. Strongbow knew to be allowed to hunt the bear with his chief was a big honor indeed. Bearclaw only allowed himself to hunt the bear because he would not allow anyone else to take that risk. Bear was a dangerous animal to hunt. Especially if all you have are arrows, spears, or short swords as weapons. Before the trolls were discovered, their weapons were much more cruder. That was another thing attributed to Bearclaw. Despite the dangers of the hunt, bear was a useful kill. His meat could feed many and his fur was great during the cold winter.

Strongbow was a more slender elf then his chief. His brown hair which long long and loose held from his face by a simple strip of clothe over his forehead. His clothes were light brown leather tunic is breaches. Unlike Bearclaw, who’s weapon was a curved short sword called Full Moon, his weapon was the bow. Strongbow was younger the Bearclaw and only spoke through telepathy. He never lied about his feelings or thoughts through mind send. In fact, it was impossible to lie through mind sending.

Bearclaw was also going out to blow some steam. He had another fight with his mate, Joyleaf. Wasn’t about to admit he was right or wrong and neither was she. It was no secret that Bearclaw and Joyleaf were at odds again. Tribe was a close knit group and tended to know most of the goings on inside it. Same time, they respected Bearclaw and Joyleaf’s right to argue with each other to an extent. Only if this came a danger to the tribe would they even consider intervening.

Bearclaw looks over at Strongbow. He knew the bowman was as loyal as they come. Also knew he was a strong willed elf. Maybe someday this might be a problem. But, for an Wolfrider, someday was not a real worry. Most live in the “now”. They life for today. Bearclaw just knew he could stand up to any fight.

Bearclaw, “Ready?”

Strongbow nods as sometimes no words were needed.

The two left the holt with their bond wolves. Bearclaw’s was a black wolf with yellow eyes. He moves like a shadow among the forrest. Strongbow had his wolf who’s color was average brown. They move through woods with great care. Not just because of the animals but creatures that were very dangerous. Humans.

Humans hated the wolfriders ever since the tribe could recall. Back to their ancestors whom they call High ones. Slender beautiful elves who had great power until they crash landed on the primitive planet. The planet seemed to weaken them. They also ran across primitive man who were much like cavemen. Man didn’t understand that elves meant no harm. They saw something that scared them. They soon learned the elven visitors were easy to kill. Even now, when they were little more evolved but not by much, they used their gods as an excuse to hunt the elves down. It did not help that past Chiefs have gone out of their way to antagonize the humans. Like Mantricker, who took a prank too far and lost his life because of humans.

Bearclaw held no love for humans. Likewise with his hunting partner. Just as well on this day they avoid humans period. Bearclaw has been keeping an eye on this one old bear. The bear as lived a good life and was now ready to be killed. Bearclaw refused to kill young as that was not The Way.

The bear was indeed old but still very dangerous. Finding him sent them just out of the range of sending. If they got into trouble, they would be on their own. But Bearclaw wasn’t worried about trouble. He was worried about killing the bear before some humans came along to rob them of their kill.

Elves come quietly upon the prey. Bear was foraging a bush of berries for food. Thankfully not Bearclaw's precious dreamberries. Bearclaw jumps out and lands on the bears back as his blade goes for the neck. Strongbow was taking aim for the heart. The bear cries out as he rears uphis his hind legs. Bearclaw's Full Moon slashes into the fur bring blood up as the arrow flies and hits true. The bears falls as bearclaw jumps free and insures the bears dies quickly. Both elves feel the rush of a killing the prey. Grins upon their faces as they sip the warm blood. Even give some to their wolves.

Blood and the thrill of the hunt was in air between them. Bearclaw places his lips upon Strongbow as they began to kiss wildly and passionately. They can taste blood of the bear still in each other’s mouths. Strongbow clings to him as they ignore the danger by laying down. The danger of a human finding them made this even more exotic. Bearclaw’s hand trails down slender male’s chest to his wait before he helps bowman strip of his tunic. Lips meet the fair skin as he works the nipples. Strongbow gives soft musical gasp. Both feeding off the sexual energy between them. Bearclaw moves the breeches of his hunting partner as wolves guard for humans. His part smiles as he takes his turn to undress his chief. Gazing upon the strong body of his leader and the for moment sexual partner.

Bearclaw smirks as he settles back. Strongbow lowers his mouth to suckle his chief’s erection. His mouth licking and nipping. Bearclaw gives a soft growl before Strongbow, with a grin, takes whole length into his mouth. Tongue flickers against hot hard flesh as his chief moans his enjoyment. But the chief was not most patient elf. He wanted something more then that. Pulls Strongbow away and attacks his lips with demanding kisses. Pushes a finger into the slender male who’s gasp is muffled. He wasn’t worried about pain as that was sometimes the brother of pleasure. He just liked to watch the other elf squirm under him like this. After playing with his hunt partner, he gets the bowman on his hand and knees. Bearclaw positions himself behind him, givimg his ear a lick.

Strongbolt hlt his chief push into him. Pain of the hard intrusion as chief slowly presses forward. Pauses so Strongbow can get used to this. But again, chief is not the most patient elf. Nor was Strongbow. Thrusts slowly into the slender elf who braces as the discomfort was slowly giving way to pleasure. Bearclaw grips his hips as he marvels at the sweet tightness of his tribesman. He presses back now, wanting chief to go harder. His chief just reaches down and grips the bowman’s own had erection as he begins to pump it. Strongbow gasps and cries out. Sweet music to the Chief’s ears as he thrusts harder into him, his own voice echoing pleasure he hears. Hot skin pressing together. Mentally sharing with each other pleasure they felt. They both sing out as they feel sweet bliss, when they cum.

Bearclaw cuddles his young elf against him as they catch their breaths. Their wits at the moment scattered into the winds. Between the two elves not much is needed to be said. Wolves understand on a basic level that their bonds were just releasing some sexual tension.

Eventually they get up and dress again, helping each other lace up. Smiles shared between them as they set about getting bear back. Strongbow goes head to get in range to call some other hunters as the chief guards his kill. The sun was setting as two moons were rising. Child moon was hiding behind mother moon. Today was indeed a good day to hunt.

~ The End ~
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