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The cause of the magical transformations finally reveals herself. Despite appearances, neither the event, nor the story are over, this is not the last page, but there won't be as much narration for the next few.
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The wolf padded anxiously around the room, sniffing the air for a means to escape the confines of the room and join her pack below. She glanced to the side, vines twirling out from the cracks in the wood door, spreading throughout the room. The door began to creak as the vines expanded over it, the handle turning. The wolf growled as the vines neared her stretching across the floor and walls. The door creaked open and a figure glided into the room, plantlife growing beneath her with each step she took, her gossamer wings shimmering in the moonlight, an aura of light gently dancing around her, giving off the light breeze of a summer evening. Behind her, the wolf's pack followed silently, enthralled by their mistress. The vines continued to spread as the fairy smiled a serene, peaceful expression to put the wolf at ease. The wolf cautiously stepped out of the way as the vines forced themselves against the window and shattered it, a burst of cool air flooding the room with a winter's breeze.
Gwae breached her thoughts, the cold air rushing over her like she had broken through an icy pond. The golden tinge in her eyes left, replaced once more by an icy blue. She collapsed onto the floor, panting as she mentally dragged herself to shore. She rose, trying to stand on her unfamiliar lupine legs. She looked up at the fae before her, a tall woman of alien beauty, her hair falling across her shoulders in shades of green. She wore a cloak of living leaves, but little else, a true denizen of the Summer faewyldes. Gwae felt the woman's power, the summer breeze beckoning to her, the wolf within wanting to fall in with her pack. The cold winter's breeze kept her back.
"Oh, dear child of Winter" the fae purred, a slight mockery poisoning the sweet tone of her voice. "You come to this one's domain on the most important of days, the Samhain. It is only fitting as a host that she offer you a gift, the freedom of the Summer Wyldes."
Gwae was very glad that Kathalia was not as cognizant as she normally would be, the red headed wolf pacing behind Summer. She didn't have much patience for the hospitality of the Fae or the arcane rituals that bound the culture. In the best case, she would have given the host a sarcastic quip. At worst, a crossbow bolt of cold iron. Always the diplomat, Kathalia. Gwae thought to herself as she shook off the tatters of the clothing. She didn't respond though. Interrupting would be bad form and she wasn't sure she could talk anyway. She didn't want to find out in case she had lost the ability with her form. Instead, she studied her host. It was impossible to tell with any of the fair folk what their intentions were, especially the half-feral creatures of the faewyldes. But, she spoke truth. They had entered her domain, and a gift was customary, even if the contents were not something that the recipient wanted, such as being turned into a wolf.
"The one you pursued was driven into this one's protection. It is only fitting you be granted the last of summer's fleeting hospitality as a wolf before the uncaring wrath of Winter's court casts its icy spell. When Summer turns to winter, you shall be permitted to return to your form, should you wish it. Until then, my home is yours, Winter child."
Gwae smiled to herself, baring her sharp teeth. It was the Samhain, the night when the courts changed power, Summer becoming winter. Midnight was the tipping point. However, deep within the Faewyldes, time had no meaning and summer would last forever. But Summer had been arrogant in her trap. Winter's power was growing, it's magic keeping Summer at bay somewhat. It had allowed Gwae to awaken, to fight back against some of the instincts of the wolf, rather than blindly following Summer into the depths of the forest, never to be seen again. Summer had underestimated her and would pay for it. She would need to control the pack, keep them on the outskirts of the forest and preferably away from any settlements. This was going to be an interesting night....
First Page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21306892/
Previous Page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21476886/
Next Page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21495132/
Story Continues:
The wolf padded anxiously around the room, sniffing the air for a means to escape the confines of the room and join her pack below. She glanced to the side, vines twirling out from the cracks in the wood door, spreading throughout the room. The door began to creak as the vines expanded over it, the handle turning. The wolf growled as the vines neared her stretching across the floor and walls. The door creaked open and a figure glided into the room, plantlife growing beneath her with each step she took, her gossamer wings shimmering in the moonlight, an aura of light gently dancing around her, giving off the light breeze of a summer evening. Behind her, the wolf's pack followed silently, enthralled by their mistress. The vines continued to spread as the fairy smiled a serene, peaceful expression to put the wolf at ease. The wolf cautiously stepped out of the way as the vines forced themselves against the window and shattered it, a burst of cool air flooding the room with a winter's breeze.
Gwae breached her thoughts, the cold air rushing over her like she had broken through an icy pond. The golden tinge in her eyes left, replaced once more by an icy blue. She collapsed onto the floor, panting as she mentally dragged herself to shore. She rose, trying to stand on her unfamiliar lupine legs. She looked up at the fae before her, a tall woman of alien beauty, her hair falling across her shoulders in shades of green. She wore a cloak of living leaves, but little else, a true denizen of the Summer faewyldes. Gwae felt the woman's power, the summer breeze beckoning to her, the wolf within wanting to fall in with her pack. The cold winter's breeze kept her back.
"Oh, dear child of Winter" the fae purred, a slight mockery poisoning the sweet tone of her voice. "You come to this one's domain on the most important of days, the Samhain. It is only fitting as a host that she offer you a gift, the freedom of the Summer Wyldes."
Gwae was very glad that Kathalia was not as cognizant as she normally would be, the red headed wolf pacing behind Summer. She didn't have much patience for the hospitality of the Fae or the arcane rituals that bound the culture. In the best case, she would have given the host a sarcastic quip. At worst, a crossbow bolt of cold iron. Always the diplomat, Kathalia. Gwae thought to herself as she shook off the tatters of the clothing. She didn't respond though. Interrupting would be bad form and she wasn't sure she could talk anyway. She didn't want to find out in case she had lost the ability with her form. Instead, she studied her host. It was impossible to tell with any of the fair folk what their intentions were, especially the half-feral creatures of the faewyldes. But, she spoke truth. They had entered her domain, and a gift was customary, even if the contents were not something that the recipient wanted, such as being turned into a wolf.
"The one you pursued was driven into this one's protection. It is only fitting you be granted the last of summer's fleeting hospitality as a wolf before the uncaring wrath of Winter's court casts its icy spell. When Summer turns to winter, you shall be permitted to return to your form, should you wish it. Until then, my home is yours, Winter child."
Gwae smiled to herself, baring her sharp teeth. It was the Samhain, the night when the courts changed power, Summer becoming winter. Midnight was the tipping point. However, deep within the Faewyldes, time had no meaning and summer would last forever. But Summer had been arrogant in her trap. Winter's power was growing, it's magic keeping Summer at bay somewhat. It had allowed Gwae to awaken, to fight back against some of the instincts of the wolf, rather than blindly following Summer into the depths of the forest, never to be seen again. Summer had underestimated her and would pay for it. She would need to control the pack, keep them on the outskirts of the forest and preferably away from any settlements. This was going to be an interesting night....
First Page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21306892/
Previous Page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21476886/
Next Page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21495132/
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Transformation
Species Wolf
Size 930 x 1280px
File Size 325.3 kB
So Gwae ended up become the Alpha so to speak and took control of the pack?
From you story, it sounds like she grabbed the back form Summer and ran. Letting them run free but keeping them away from any others.
In the end, it was a great story! And I take it we'll be seeing more of werewolf Gwae and her new pack?
From you story, it sounds like she grabbed the back form Summer and ran. Letting them run free but keeping them away from any others.
In the end, it was a great story! And I take it we'll be seeing more of werewolf Gwae and her new pack?
An argument could be made that Fall is merely the passing of Summer into Winter. Fall does tend to fluctuate a lot between hot and cold, so it makes sense to characterize it like that in this fic. Of course, I'm not quite so familiar with Samhain and the traditions of the holiday, nor its lore. I am merely guessing based on the ficiton contained here in this piece.
That's actually pretty spot on! While the Celts did recognize four seasons and had a holiday for each transition, the two most important were Samhain (The end of Harvest and beginning of Winter) and Beltane (The start of spring/summer when the plants start to come back). At these points, the mortal world was closer to the realms of the fae and the dead, and crossing over was easier (hence Samhain's origins as Halloween). There are typically two "courts" of the fairies, the Seelie, who represent life, light and summer, and the Unseelie, who are more closely tied to death, darkness and winter. Celtic cosmology is cyclical so life leads to death leads to rebirth, etc, so the courts tend to interact a lot with each other. In my interpretation of this in Kroashent, spring and fall are more long transition points where the two vie for power, while summer and winter mark the height of their respective powers. Samhain/Beltane end these "in-between" periods and leave one season in place.
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