Korbatojn

Inspired by my foster-father Viro Melkisto's tales of adventure and love amidst the barrens, hills, and forests of Ferarboj, I have learned to appreciate the power, intimacy, shelter, and challenges of the wilderness. I cannot remember ever venturing further than the outer walls of Kandelisto. I am a welcome and frequent visitor to its stables, pens, and secluded redezvous nooks. Much of my time is also spent atop the great towers of the citadel, where birds often seek shelter from both predators and the chill of the ocean winds. And yet, I have reached beyond my male birth gender, and have made free love with travelers of all genders deep into the meadows and forests that I behold from my lofty perch, and I seek lovers who can fulfill my sexual needs. I have learned that to be a semen seeker is a natural path for me.

I know little of how I came to be a ward of Melkisto's, but over the years I have gleaned something of my mother's tale from his vague allusions and from the words he sometimes utters in tear-filled sleep after he makes love to me. She was an elf from the High Forest and a friend and lover of his for many seasons. As I have no memory of her, nor any keepsakes to remind me of her existence other than her scrolls of healing and bodily wisdom, I have come to believe that she died while giving birth to me, her only son. Perhaps it was the pain of such a parting that led Melkisto to cloister himself within the narrow halls and gated grounds of Kandelisto, raising me as his own and teaching me the path of the healslut. Of my father, I have learned nothing. Of any siblings, I have learned nothing. I have no friends of any age or gender, and my hunger to learn is overwhelming. I will offer all of my healslut self as payment to be taught the ways of the world.