Adriwolf
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Jaken was setting a campfire in the middle of the forest, cooking some meat on it. He had previoulst hunted some defenseless animal, eaten and extractes the meat for later consumption. Night was getting close, he would transform and go hunting after. Sure, he had food on his bag, but he'd rather eat raw, bloody meat, than cooking it. Being a werewolf tends to make you appreciate the blood (though he wasn't a fan during the first transformations). He had been wandering in the fores, searching for a town with some interesting bounties. But there were none for now. The towns seemed to be swiped clean from any other monsters or mureders, or any other kind of threat. This had been going on for weeks. The only entertainment he had was during the night: when he could run free in his werewolf form and hunt animals who were far too slow for a hungry beast. That would come true in a few minutes. He saw the the sun hiding behind the horizon, giving everyone a taste of The Golden Hour. He loved it, not only because it was peacfull, but also, it showed him the moon was coming up any minute now. These times were the most relaxing yet desperate timmes of the day: he WANTED to become a werewolf, and couldn't wait any longer. "<<Just hold on Jaken...>>" he thought, laying down and taking a small nap.
He opened his eyes few minutes later. Night was upon him, the stars were his only light. The wind and the crackling fire were his only sound of environment. It was time. He stood up and started to undress, throwing his clothes and weapoond into his bag, that had been resting on a log nearby. He focused on the moon, on the power of it, bathing him on it's light, waking up the wolf that had struggling to get out hours ago. And then he felt it: fur started to grow in his skin as his muscles started to deform and grow in size. His nails and teeth expanded to reach the size of those of an intimidating and uncontrollable beast. His legs broke outwards and started growing, and growing. His feet deformed and reached the shape of a wolf's. The lower part of his spine stretched out to become a fluffy and big black tail. His mouth expanded to imitate the shape of the snout of a dog's. His eyes became blue slowly, replacing those pure brown eyes into the deep blue ones he possessed. And finally The Marks of Runes started to weakly glow on his back as the transformation was complete. The best part is that it never hurt. It DID the first year of transformation, but now, it was delightfull, almost orgasmic. Jaken growled and breathed peacefully as the wind carresed his fur smoothly.
Jaken inhaled deeply and howled to the sky. Letting his wolf instincts and voice take over his body and mind, just for that sweet moment of howling. He then came back to reality with the blink of an eye.
The wolf was out to have some fun.
The werewolf was sprinting through the woods on his 4 limbs which made him go faster. He stopped dead. He had heard something. A twig breaking down on someone's feet. Jaken sniffed the air, looking for an animal scent to hunt. It was sweet. Entrancing. Attractive. The werewolf blindly followed it, being as quiet and discreet as possible. His paws were heavy but he still remained hidden. He crouched behind a log and saw a sillhoutte. Someone far more small than his height of his actual form. The sweet scent was coming from it. He stepped closer, remaining hidden.
He opened his eyes few minutes later. Night was upon him, the stars were his only light. The wind and the crackling fire were his only sound of environment. It was time. He stood up and started to undress, throwing his clothes and weapoond into his bag, that had been resting on a log nearby. He focused on the moon, on the power of it, bathing him on it's light, waking up the wolf that had struggling to get out hours ago. And then he felt it: fur started to grow in his skin as his muscles started to deform and grow in size. His nails and teeth expanded to reach the size of those of an intimidating and uncontrollable beast. His legs broke outwards and started growing, and growing. His feet deformed and reached the shape of a wolf's. The lower part of his spine stretched out to become a fluffy and big black tail. His mouth expanded to imitate the shape of the snout of a dog's. His eyes became blue slowly, replacing those pure brown eyes into the deep blue ones he possessed. And finally The Marks of Runes started to weakly glow on his back as the transformation was complete. The best part is that it never hurt. It DID the first year of transformation, but now, it was delightfull, almost orgasmic. Jaken growled and breathed peacefully as the wind carresed his fur smoothly.
Jaken inhaled deeply and howled to the sky. Letting his wolf instincts and voice take over his body and mind, just for that sweet moment of howling. He then came back to reality with the blink of an eye.
The wolf was out to have some fun.
The werewolf was sprinting through the woods on his 4 limbs which made him go faster. He stopped dead. He had heard something. A twig breaking down on someone's feet. Jaken sniffed the air, looking for an animal scent to hunt. It was sweet. Entrancing. Attractive. The werewolf blindly followed it, being as quiet and discreet as possible. His paws were heavy but he still remained hidden. He crouched behind a log and saw a sillhoutte. Someone far more small than his height of his actual form. The sweet scent was coming from it. He stepped closer, remaining hidden.