On All Fours
Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2023 1:21 pm
On All Fours
Glade 63rd, 123rd Year, A.o.S.
Roots and tree trunks were gnarled and covered in webs wherever he ran, but, for Lykos it was a bit of an unusual perspective to see them from. He felt himself running on not one but two pairs of feet, and his breathing had grown deeper while he charged through the covered floor of the forest around him. He was either hunting or fleeing from something, and his nose told him something familiar hung in the air all around him.
It was ozone. Well, the scent of it at the very least. What that meant he did not know, but when Lykos paused to stop, he checked his surroundings before he heard a noise, the classic snap of a branch as if whatever he sleuthed for were nearby. The wolf took off in haste, charging as fast as he could, determined to catch whatever had been avoiding him. He ran and ran, and ran until...
Until the thrill of the chase itself pulled him out of his slumber, and the wolf himself pulled into an eager rise from his bed. Lykos fell off a little frantic, surprised by himself when he'd hit the red rock stone floor. He was in his room as he had been the night before, though, the sunlight of the Sceptre still shone brightly through the window, making it difficult to tell the time of day or not. He'd also winced when he hit the floor and, unexpectedly, made a small yelp once it had settled in his rump.
That was just a dream, he realized as he looked around his room, just a silly dream is all. He had learned much in the past couple of days, from the lessons Lana and Lia gave him on magic, to the personal bit of practice he did in Lana's absence yesterday. All his furnishings were finely lavish to accommodate any needs he might've had, pillows and a couple of sofas, a table with a few chairs, and of course the vanity with a mirror and his reflection inside of it. He'd have to get dressed now that he'd stirred out of bed.
But... Hold on...
What is that!? He widened his eyes when he saw the reflection of a massive wolf in the mirror, a black-coated beast that beheld a mystified look at its own reflection. Is... Is that me?! Lykos looked down at himself to the best of his ability, realizing that he remained hunched over still, and finally connecting the dots when he noticed he could only see his two front paws in turn. He had those, with a muzzle and a nose, and he could also fidget his ears better than before. He was... undoubtedly a bonified wolf just now. Oh, fuck me...
He looked to the door when he heard whispering, as one of the servants of the citadel checked in on him, her eyes widening with horror as she pulled her head back out with a gasp. The slightly opened door slammed shut quickly after that, and the wolf literally tucked his ears downward before licking his muzzle quietly.
Glade 63rd, 123rd Year, A.o.S.
Roots and tree trunks were gnarled and covered in webs wherever he ran, but, for Lykos it was a bit of an unusual perspective to see them from. He felt himself running on not one but two pairs of feet, and his breathing had grown deeper while he charged through the covered floor of the forest around him. He was either hunting or fleeing from something, and his nose told him something familiar hung in the air all around him.
It was ozone. Well, the scent of it at the very least. What that meant he did not know, but when Lykos paused to stop, he checked his surroundings before he heard a noise, the classic snap of a branch as if whatever he sleuthed for were nearby. The wolf took off in haste, charging as fast as he could, determined to catch whatever had been avoiding him. He ran and ran, and ran until...
Until the thrill of the chase itself pulled him out of his slumber, and the wolf himself pulled into an eager rise from his bed. Lykos fell off a little frantic, surprised by himself when he'd hit the red rock stone floor. He was in his room as he had been the night before, though, the sunlight of the Sceptre still shone brightly through the window, making it difficult to tell the time of day or not. He'd also winced when he hit the floor and, unexpectedly, made a small yelp once it had settled in his rump.
That was just a dream, he realized as he looked around his room, just a silly dream is all. He had learned much in the past couple of days, from the lessons Lana and Lia gave him on magic, to the personal bit of practice he did in Lana's absence yesterday. All his furnishings were finely lavish to accommodate any needs he might've had, pillows and a couple of sofas, a table with a few chairs, and of course the vanity with a mirror and his reflection inside of it. He'd have to get dressed now that he'd stirred out of bed.
But... Hold on...
What is that!? He widened his eyes when he saw the reflection of a massive wolf in the mirror, a black-coated beast that beheld a mystified look at its own reflection. Is... Is that me?! Lykos looked down at himself to the best of his ability, realizing that he remained hunched over still, and finally connecting the dots when he noticed he could only see his two front paws in turn. He had those, with a muzzle and a nose, and he could also fidget his ears better than before. He was... undoubtedly a bonified wolf just now. Oh, fuck me...
He looked to the door when he heard whispering, as one of the servants of the citadel checked in on him, her eyes widening with horror as she pulled her head back out with a gasp. The slightly opened door slammed shut quickly after that, and the wolf literally tucked his ears downward before licking his muzzle quietly.