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The tavern wasn't busy, but then again it was morning and morning unfortunately has always been slow for business. The barkeep, Thrash, walked around the bar taking inventory of his wine, ale and mead. The smell of the previous night still hung in the air. Crowds of people flooded this tavern as Thrash did his best to take their mind off of their problems the best way he knew how; by serving them alcohol. Thrash smiled for a bit as then moved on to the upper shelf behind his bar. Miron walk seemed effortless as he finishes the three-mile trek to the Rusty Inn. He felt odd, walking into town was always an arduous journey for him but this time it was a welcomed relief. He preferred the quite life of the farm, the forest was dense where he lived and he always felt he had a connection to nature. Thrash looked up as he paused for a moment, breaking his concentration for a bit from his inventory, catching a glimpse of Miron as he boldly walked into the bar.

"Thrash my good man, it isn't too early for me to come in and partake of your beverages?" Miron asked as he smiled at the bartender.

"Maybe not to early me lad, but maybe a little too late would be a better description for yah" Thrash said as he smiled. Miron just sat down.

"Well since you put it that way, then I guess I will have an ale" Miron said with a smile.

"That be no problem, Miron. I'm surprised that you're even out, let alone in the village. Don't ye have crops to take care of this early?" Thrash said as he grabbed a metal goblet and a bottle of ale from the shelf.

"Not today Thrash, I felt like coming to the village for once" Miron said as Thrash smiled and laid the bottle and the goblet next to him. Thrash then turned, exiting from behind the bar to grab a rag that was lying in the kitchen.

"It's been a while Miron, It's dangerous thinking you know. Not wanting to..."

"I had a dream Thrash" Miron said abruptly as he poured himself a drink. "It was about him, it was about the Master" Miron then continued saying, his voice taking on a more serious demeanor as he raised his goblet to his lips. Thrash just looked at him curiously as he picked up another metal goblet and began cleaning it.

"Aye, that's good, suppose you came here to tell me to go back to the ways of woods, live of the land and be a good disciple" Thrash said silently.

"Why do you think you've been bad? I see no harm in what you have done with your life"

"Maybe so but I feel as if I need to start being more true to me roots, so to speak"

"Ah fuck it, just be glad that I'm the last paying customer of your day" Miron said as he finished his sip, slamming the goblet down on the bar. Then, with one quick movement of his hand, Miron reached into his pockets and pulled out three copper pieces and placed them down. Thrash began to smile wider as if the huge man was about to laugh. Walking over he picked up only one copper piece on the bar and look at his old friend straight in the eye.

"Make it the first paying customer of the day!" Thrash said as he then pocketed the one copper. "You can take the rest of that filthy money back home with ya", Thrash continued as he turned to walk toward the kitchen. Though Miron felt happy and ecstatic for no apparent reason, he also felt lost and aloof, he really didn't know why he came to the Rusty Inn. What motivated him, what really pushed him to come here anyway? Then that soft voiced echoed into his head once more and Miron paused for a moment as he looked around the empty tavern. He could only see Thrash now walking out with a basket of metal and wood goblets, and a bag full of filthy Rags. Miron could only smile as he continued to drink. Then suddenly his senses came alive and an overwhelming musky order permeated the inn, clinging to the air. Mitch had walked in to the bar. Mitch was a regular at Rusty Inn, usually arriving in the early evening and leaving late in the morning. Though he never particularly came in this early. Thrash was emerging from the kitchen at the time when he spotted the customer.

"Mitch, what bring ye here, at this hour of the morning." Mitch just looked at Trash as their eyes met. Thrashed looked at him closely and could tell that Mitch's eyes were blood shot.

"Don't ask me why" Mitch said as he took his hand and held it up to his head. "I'm either tearing myself over meeting my son tonight or destiny is driving me to this place."

Miron looked over at Mitch and almost immediately noticed his sheer physique and powerful stature. Mitch did work as a knight for the King at one point, in fact his son had followed in his footsteps, but Mitch left the kings service for some unknown reason, some suspected it was due to religious reasons.

"Destiny, eh?" Thrash said sarcastically. "More like your taste for alcohol than fate" The large bartender ended the sentence as he grabbed a bottle of mead and placed it in front of him.

"Well, maybe your right" Mitch said in response as he began to gain an uneasy sensation. Out of Mitch's peripheral vision, he could see Miron watching him, staring at him, barely blinking his eyes. Miron for some reason began to feel a burning passion stirring within his loins and it was then he realized what his destiny was. He could feel his emotions, his body, yearning only for one thing. Soon the soft voice that only echoed faint words in the back of his head now became a loud siren. Thrash turned to his left and looked oddly at the man staring intently on Mitch.

"Fuck Miron, what is your problem" Mitch exclaimed as the got up from the counter.

"Mitch, please" Thrash said as he finished wiping his tenth cup. "Miron, Miron" The Bartender said in a much more aggressive manor. A twinge of uneasiness swept over Mitch's body as Miron's eyes continued to stare at him. Mitch then turned around trying to ignore him.

"Miron, what ye be doin'!?" Thrash sounded irritated. Miron just looked at Thrash and then he looked at Mitch. Miron could only smile at Thrash as he got up off of his chair and approached Mitch slowly. Miron's passion grew within him, he felt his cock getting bigger and new sensations came to his mind. The voice came to him again, stronger now and much more powerful. Mitch saw Miron grinning and quickly fearing for his life, jumped out of his seat as he tried to reach for his sword. Though it's already too late, Miron had already leapt up into the air, exerting mass amounts of strength and fell down on top of Mitch. Mitch didn't know what hit him as he felt a surge of power rush through his body as teeth pierced his skin. Miron had lunged and bit Mitch's neck. After he felt the pleasure stopped, the world around him soon faded, and a whisper soon echoed in the back of Mitch's head. "Now, you are one of my Chosen"

Mitch's eyes opened slightly as the huge amount of sunlight temporarily blinded him. Slowly, Mitch pushed himself off the ground as he began to look around. A sudden sharp pain coursed through his body as he began to move his neck.

"Damn it" Mitch said as he placed his hand on his neck for comfort.

"You be okay?" Thrash said. Mitch focused his eyes a little more as he peered over in the corner of the bar to see Thrash polishing more of his goblets.

"Yeah" Mitch looked around a bit more seeing no one but the bartender. "Wasn't there one other person with you Trash?"

"Aye, but he left thirty minutes ago. Wanted me to make sure that you woke" Thrash said without emotion still polishing his goblet. It was then when Mitch decided to take a good look at Thrash, who was now in the corner half naked.

"Uh, are you okay Thrash...actually better question is, am I okay?"

"Don' need to worry about it, me dear boy. We're both fine, in fact we're better" Thrash answered, this time with a little more emotion but still without inflection as he continued to polish the goblet. Mitch noticed an oddity to Thrash's actions. He tried to continue forward towards the bartender, but felt a push in his head to go the other way. His eyes immediately dilated as he stood there. A soft whisper came creeping into his ear.

"I assume you will be leaving now" Thrash said with still the same stoic tone.

"Yes, I must find Miron, he'll make me feel better" Mitch answered in the same monotone voice as he began to turn around and headed straight for the exit.

"Well, good luck" Thrash said. "I'd be preparing for the next guest," Thrash continued saying with a little more inflection. Mitch only nodded as he mindlessly opened the door and walked out of the building. Thrash smiled as he saw Mitch out of the corner of the eye leaving the tavern.

"Must serve me Master, must prepare for the next guest" Thrash said with an excited tone, a full grin came on his face as the goblet was forcefully placed on the table.

Though Mitch still didn't completely understand the situation, he knew he had to leave and he had to find Miron. Almost like a voice in the back of his head telling him what to do and he had no choice but to follow its commands. Mitch's view of the world felt hazy, seemingly cloaked in a dream or a fog. Mitch didn't know exactly where he was going but he felt that he knew his destination. Soon, he found himself walking deeper and deeper into the forest that was just outside his village. As he continued to walk, the more his soul felt at home. The trees themselves were calling out to him and where echoing his name. The voice seemed second nature to him now, blending and intertwining with his own. It's desires were now his desires, it's emotions were now his emotions, he stood their comfortably in his surrounding, breathing in the afternoon air.

"Is that really how the forest smelled like" Mitch said as he realized the he smelled the scent of a snail two feet away, how the sand intermingle with the rain from last night and an old deer that had pass this way two nights ago, things he couldn't smell before. He was now detecting as if a curtain had been lifted off his senses and instead of just seeing only shapes he could make out specific features. In the back of his mind, Mitch the man wondered at these new abilities. Though as he continued to think about this, as he continued to marvel at these abilities, a chorus of voices began to speak to him, a chorus of his voice and another advising him that these changes are a gift, something to embraced.

"Warrior of Fenras, how do you feel?" A voice rang out behind him. Mitch turned around quickly only to see the strangest beast he had ever seen. It was well-muscled man, but covered in fur. He wore no clothes, and his face was that of a wolf. He had the muzzle of a wolf, the ears of a wolf, the tail of a wolf. Mitch just stared at him rather stoically, rather calmly.

" Are you Miron?" Mitch said as he stepped closer to the imposing figure.

"I was once called by that name, now I am known only as Alpha, Warrior"

"I am sorry my Alpha, I beseech you for forgiveness" Mitch said in abject humility as he fell to one knee in respect. The wolf just moved slowly over to Mitch, placing his hand on top of Mitch's head. Instinctively Mitch extended his tongue and began to pant and whine as if to show his gratitude. "That's it, my warrior slave. We must begin and prepare you if you are to meet your son to night". Mitch immediately stopped his panting and had a curious look on his face.

"Alpha, I don't understand, I have not sired any pups"

"Yes my Warrior, YOU have not sired any pups, but the shell of which is now Mitch has sired a son, you may remember if you wish". Soon Mitch's memory was engulfed with scene of his son, of his late wife holding their child. The first time he walked, his first words, and the heartbreak decision his son made answering the duty to knighthood. These were his true memories, these memories were real, but to Mitch these memories seemed foreign as if someone had implanted these pictures into his head, not really something he ever experienced.

"Yes, I remember, Alpha. He is coming to visit me tonight. He will be walking through the forest, like I've always told him to do." The wolf Alpha moved forward, facing away from Mitch. Slowly he closed his eyes. "What are your plans, Alpha?" Mitch said rather stoically.

"As I stated earlier you will greet him, but first we must prepare" The wolf said, turning back around to see his warrior slave, as his dick slowly came out of his sheath.

"And how shall I do that?" Mitch said with a smile, as he saw his master's sheath step in front of him.

"By sucking my cock" The wolf responded.

"As you wish, my Alpha" Mitch answered back as he stuck his tongue out and began to lick Alpha' dick.