Kueth Kahkol
| Kueth Kahkol | |
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| Gender | Male |
| Race | Au Ra |
| Clan | Xaela |
| Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
| Status | Alive |
| Occupation | Hunter/Gatherer |
| Relations | Sage (mate, deceased) |
Basic Info
History
It was legend in their tribe that Kueth was found scrounging the harsh lands of the Steppes with a pack of wolves. Others say he was a revered child god and stolen for a trophy during a raid. Some speculate that he was in good breeding and taken into training to be a beast. There was even a rumor that Kueth sprang from the roots of a sacred tree upon the prayers of his tribe to provide them with stout, hearty warriors. Whatever the truth, it's no question that Kueth is a finely built male with strength, cunning, and plenty of battle scars.
For much of his youth, Kueth was not considered a member of his tribe, but a beast meant to be released during raids to rage against all that stood in his path. He spoke little, did not know affection, and was chained up with a few others of his ilk and the hunting dogs. Life was simple; fight, eat, try to bite the hand that poked him for fun. Puberty caused more problems to his barbaric mind, as he was raped to produce strong offspring and, knowing no better, began to crave it. So much so that raiding and sex became synonymous to the Xaela and was becoming a problem during battles. Fighting was pleasure, mating was pleasure. He had no understanding of what else there could be for him.
One raid, with fire raging through a tribal village and screams of agony filled the smokey air, Kueth came upon a hut with a young, pale Xaela standing before children with feeble hope of protecting them. Before his mouth could foam with joy of a kill and lift his ax, a blast of unknown origins tore the hut apart. Only a few minutes passed when Kueth regained conscientiousness, but he awoke to the pale Xaela pulling the last child from the rubble and making them run for the forests.
Filled with blood lust, Kueth did not realize at first how much he was hurt until he sought to tear the broken debris off of himself and go after the villager when his legs refused to cooperate and a shooting, agonizing pain overtook his body. It was then that he realized he was resigned to a fate of being burned with the village or attacked by a survivor. One such was the pale Xaela as he approached Kueth. Unable to retaliate, Kueth had no fear of death but attempted to fight his body's sluggish movements regardless.
However, there was no blood, no sheen of a sword, no hands wrapped around his neck. In fact, the young boy knelt beside Kueth, eyes soft like a woman's and kind. Just... kindness. Kueth had never been looked at another with softness before. So shocked from the flood of foreign emotions, he didn't resist when the Xaela put his hands to Kueth's broken body and a nasty snap rocked his spine.
This time, it was hours into the night when he returned to consciousness, dragged along the edge of the forest, and the village nearby now simmering instead of blazing. The stranger had saved him and Kueth was baffled as to why.
Life continued on for a few more years. Kueth gained privileges by showing loyalty, allowed to hunt as long as he was not close to the tribe's own hunting parties. Shirtless, barefoot, and armed with only a spear, Kueth had tracked a herd of ram on a prairie like a lion on the prowl. He'd spent two days picking out his kill and waiting for the opportune moment when he spotted another hunter.
Young, likely one of their first hunt, wrapped in thick furs and soft soled boots.
