Legends of Belariath
Kurobu
Kurobu has not much of a history as any other creature which resides in the forest, spending most of his life alone, soaring, moving with the winds to whatever grove suits him. He has had some contact with more common folk, trailed them, heard their conversations, seen their antics. He often likes to spend his time spying upon those who camp within the woods he calls home, more or less keeping sure the woods stay safe from the various travelers, but mostly does not interact with any of them.
Then one day, he came upon a small town, a bustling town, though he rather dislike the buildings, knowing that they were crafted from his beloved trees, but with his curious nature for exploration he bared it just to get a look around which was his first mistake in coming to this land.
Soon he found a pain at his wings, feathers plucked from both to bring him to his knees. It was a Dark Elf, baring down at him with a viciously exotic glare. She taunted him some, he in utter terror and confusion as to why a random stranger would assault him in such a way. Kurobu fled to the woods, hiding from the pursuing Dark Elf in the limbs of the trees using his tricks. It worked... but he then made his next mistake. He broke a tree limb by accident which caused him great sorrow, swooping down to mourn at the fallen branch he found the Dark Elf upon him again. It was here that a dagger found a sheathe in his lower back, a painful wound that would cause him to bleed out and die slowly in the cold snow, offering his soul up to Kirva, the goddess of the Moriel.He was left to die, but a passing man saw the sight of Kurobu writhing in agony, a pool of crimson freezing atop the snow. He took the Torian in, had him healed up, thus saving his life.
A week or more later, his was healed up, and was released from his caretaker to get back to the sky, a week too long of being away from it. Moments after taking flight he found himself suddenly winded and falling to the ground. He was careful of wrecking into the trees as he plummeted then landed rather roughly upon the ground miraculously without injury. Soon he was staring face to face with a silver winged Torian by the name of Myra who regarded him. Another Torian by the name of Taalkonis appeared out of the darkness to Kurobu's view from behind Myra. They spoke of him, noting Kurobu's fright and cowering and suggesting that he take a collar of enslavement.
Once again Kurobu was fleeing, being hunted by two strong Torians as he ducked and weave with agile grace through the trees until he was caught with sheer speed. Myra hugging about him and bringing him to the ground in a pinning, slipping a collar about his neck.
Though after taking this collar, he was assured protection by his captor, which made him somewhat happy to know if rather embarrassed that he would need someone else to watch over his life when he had done so himself for many years. It turned out to be a wondrous endeavor, and he remains in her care, exploring many new things with Myra... his Mistress, the first and only that love has gripped his heart for.
After some time of getting to know his new Owner... new way of life, he is now stricken with a new passion, having not taken his collar for that of mere protection anymore, he was taught the meaning of being a slave, of the pride that came in serving, the delight in pleasing that whom he revered, through trials, tribulations, ups and downs, his devotion wears on, strong, unrelenting, unwaivering from Her whom he speaks of as Mistress. The one woman whos mere presence commands his body's attention, his hearts flame, his souls yearning. Each and every aspect of his existance in her hands to caress or to crush.