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Abby from 2022: Woah! It's been quite a while since I checked out this corner of my FA. Well, it's time I updated the old submissions a little so that you can read the stories right here. These days I have plans to remaster The Wolfkin under a different title and I no longer consider these archives to be canonical. But I'd like to leave them here so that I can remember where I came from and for the enjoyment of you, dear reader.
The Wolfkin Chapter 1
This story started out as a casual TF/TG that eventually developed into something larger for me and spawned my fursona, and I'm happy to be finally sharing it. As a whole it will feature erotic scenes and mature themes but the first few chapters are more or less SFW. As far as the content of erotic scenes is concerned, I will likely self-contain them within their own chapters and mark the content in keywords on their posts. Anyone invested in the story will be able to skip scenes they might find off-putting and read a summary of important plot points that might have occurred in the submission description of the following chapter.
They had appeared throughout Redwind, as if from thin air. Fearsome man-like wolves were attacking and it seemed that no one possessed the necessary strength to stand against them. Man, woman and child, citizen and soldier, were attacked indiscriminately; all swiftly overwhelmed and dragged away into the shadow of night and their certain doom. The city was plunged into such disarray that very few made it to the courtyard of the keep. In fact, of a civilian population numbering 827, only 34 arrived here and now awaited instruction or, even better, salvation. It was clear that neither of these things would come from Lord Ryder, who had locked himself inside his keep and even refused entry to a member of the esteemed Flint family. No, the fate of the townsfolk was lowered into the hands of Lance, the guard captain, who paced back and forth as he tried to devise a solution that might fulfil his sworn duty to protect his people. They waited for a long, horrible time to hear even a single word pass his lips, hoping they might learn what progress he'd made, but he wasn't one for muttering. At least the walls surrounding the courtyard seemed to be keeping the beasts at bay for the time being; or perhaps it was the screams of people beyond the walls that confessed the true reason for the beasts' delay. Afterall, there was far more blood to be had out there.
Lance huffed in frustration; a huff that sounded very final. His decision was made. "Attention, good people!" he called. They were unnecessary words as all attentions, including those of his men, were already upon him. "The drawbridge to the keep remains closed but, even were we granted entry, I fear it is little more than a prison. I do not know how much longer we may remain here in safety. We have one option, and one option only; to venture out and flee to the countryside."
Lance continued to lay down his plan to the townsfolk. There was something about formation and a perimeter of guards. As important as the details were, it was difficult to concentrate on anything beside the horrible sounds coming from outside the walls. To think they would soon brave them... This was a plan as likely to get them all killed as it was to succeed but Able, like the rest of them, was desperate to try anything that might deliver his own life. He tightly clutched the hilt of his sword. It was an heirloom of the Flint family, passed down through many generations; though, it had been terribly kept over the years and was almost better for bashing than cutting. Most people tried to get to safety when the first beasts appeared but not the nobles. Instead, they tried to secure their homes from looters, even though there were none, and the Flint family was no exception. Able was ashamed of how they'd foolishly put possessions above their own lives but he was mostly disappointed in himself. The sword was the one thing he managed to grab before the beasts burst through the great front doors of the mansion. He should have put up a fight. The dull blade was next to useless but it would have bought a few precious seconds for his family; precious seconds that could have saved one or more of them. But who was to say he still would have escaped had he stayed any longer? If only they never went back there, they might all still be alive.
Able managed to shuffle himself into the centre of the formation as Lance organised it. He knew this was the safest place to be as they fled, for if the beasts got to him they would have gotten to everyone. Guards encircled the tightly knit citizens and then Lance gave the order. A couple of his men turned a wheel and the gates pushed open. "Charge!" shouted Lance. Not one foot hesitated to move. Their aim was to reach the countryside. From there? Able could only guess. But it was a concern to be left until he was away from this place; away from the rampant death and terrible enemy. The first few moments of the stampede went uninterrupted and it seemed that their timing was perfect. But then the first beast appeared, effortlessly catching up with the formation. One of the guards intercepted it and they were safe again; if only for a moment. Another beast came from the side and grabbed one of the townsfolk, carrying them away before the guards could even react. Then it happened again. Next time the guards were ready and one remained behind to distract the beast. Able shut his eyes, terrified by the gradually dwindling number of their group, and didn't open them again until... Yes, this was the outskirts of Redwind.
Able looked around and saw that only ten people remained. Not one of the guards were present, not even Lance, but neither were any beasts nearby. This was the first time Able actually took stock of his company. It wasn't that he didn't have the time earlier, just that he was so afraid and concerned for his own safety that the people he was with didn't matter. He would have felt guilty for it were they not also so obviously unaware of their company with the way their eyes drifted between each other.
There was Polis, a foreigner, who never had a lot to say. Able had managed to have a few brief conversations with him over the years when the man visited the apothecary and he seemed decent enough.
Following close behind him was Delilah. She too visited the apothecary but those visits were few and far between. When she did visit she usually left with several expensive potions; a testament to her vast fortune, which was the primary reason that Able knew her. Their families had been fairly close for the last couple of generations and were always calling on each other for favours. Delilah's topics of conversation tended to revolve around Able's brother, Cyril, which was a solid indicator of her romantic interest.
Running beside her was Wilhelm. He was head of the... Overnight Overwatch Committee... or something like that. It was a group he started all by himself in order to bring a piece of comfort and protection to the community. Like any good member of this organisation, he frequently stuck his nose into every bit of business that was laying about; even when it had nothing to do with him. As such, there weren't a lot of people that were particularly fond of him but he meant well, at least. It was too bad he didn't see this disaster coming...
Able didn't really know the other people. He'd seen a couple at the apothecary but they never spoke. Then his eyes landed on the final person just as they looked to him. It was Martin! They'd been best friends since early childhood. In fact, neither had memories of a time before they met. This was rather strange when Able considered the disparity between their families. Martin's family was of no concern to anyone; put simply, they were common. On the other hand, Able was heir to a family on the precipice of getting in with the capital's nobility, and was groomed to meet every situation he might face with perfect behaviour and cunning. They never should have met but it was Able's parents' design that Martin would be the first of many stepping stones in training the latter. After piling up an unreasonable number of chores on their son, they introduced him to Martin, not so subtly encouraging him to employ the lowly peasant. No doubt they also felt that interacting with the lower classes worked wonders for their public image. The last thing they expected was for the children to become friends.
Excitement overwhelmed Martin as he called out. "Able! You made it!"
Able smiled. "I'm so glad to see you."
"I can't believe what's happening! Did any of your family escape?" he asked.
"No," Able answered, becoming decidedly more glum. "What about yours?
Martin hesitated to answer then simply shook his head. "I don't know about you but I can't run forever," he declared. "We need to figure out where to go."
"What about the chapel just up ahead?" suggested Able.
"You're insane! If we stop, we're dead!" shouted Wilhelm.
"You've already seen them move. Do you really think we can outrun them?" asked Able. "I'm amazed they haven't caught us already. If we hide somewhere then they might just pass by."
"I'm with Able," said Martin.
Wilhelm derisively clicked his tongue. "I'm not! Follow me everyone!" he commanded. "I'm making for the coast! We'll take a boat out of here and come back with the furious might of the King's army!"
Here, at the chapel, the survivors split evenly. Delilah continued on with Wilhelm and another three while Able, Martin, Polis, another man and a woman remained. They hurried into the lonely structure, dusting away their footprints as they went, and, from inside, Martin watched through a window as the other group fled down the hill then closed the curtains and joined his companions.
"Well at least they'll draw the beasts away from us," he said. "But what if they get caught? They know where we are."
"You're right," said Able. "I think we should leave as soon as we see the beasts go past."
Able recalled myths of creatures with unbelievable senses of hearing and smell. The current situation was all too familiar but those were just stories to keep children from wandering off into the countryside alone... right? Of course they were. But, on the off chance that they were more than stories, Able stood guard at the door with sword poised to whack any beast that might think to enter the chapel. The others hid in various places behind or underneath furniture and waited in absolute silence while Martin kept watch of the road through a crack in the curtains. But no beast ever came.
The Wolfkin Chapter 1
This story started out as a casual TF/TG that eventually developed into something larger for me and spawned my fursona, and I'm happy to be finally sharing it. As a whole it will feature erotic scenes and mature themes but the first few chapters are more or less SFW. As far as the content of erotic scenes is concerned, I will likely self-contain them within their own chapters and mark the content in keywords on their posts. Anyone invested in the story will be able to skip scenes they might find off-putting and read a summary of important plot points that might have occurred in the submission description of the following chapter.
Chapter 1 - Invasion
They had appeared throughout Redwind, as if from thin air. Fearsome man-like wolves were attacking and it seemed that no one possessed the necessary strength to stand against them. Man, woman and child, citizen and soldier, were attacked indiscriminately; all swiftly overwhelmed and dragged away into the shadow of night and their certain doom. The city was plunged into such disarray that very few made it to the courtyard of the keep. In fact, of a civilian population numbering 827, only 34 arrived here and now awaited instruction or, even better, salvation. It was clear that neither of these things would come from Lord Ryder, who had locked himself inside his keep and even refused entry to a member of the esteemed Flint family. No, the fate of the townsfolk was lowered into the hands of Lance, the guard captain, who paced back and forth as he tried to devise a solution that might fulfil his sworn duty to protect his people. They waited for a long, horrible time to hear even a single word pass his lips, hoping they might learn what progress he'd made, but he wasn't one for muttering. At least the walls surrounding the courtyard seemed to be keeping the beasts at bay for the time being; or perhaps it was the screams of people beyond the walls that confessed the true reason for the beasts' delay. Afterall, there was far more blood to be had out there.
Lance huffed in frustration; a huff that sounded very final. His decision was made. "Attention, good people!" he called. They were unnecessary words as all attentions, including those of his men, were already upon him. "The drawbridge to the keep remains closed but, even were we granted entry, I fear it is little more than a prison. I do not know how much longer we may remain here in safety. We have one option, and one option only; to venture out and flee to the countryside."
Lance continued to lay down his plan to the townsfolk. There was something about formation and a perimeter of guards. As important as the details were, it was difficult to concentrate on anything beside the horrible sounds coming from outside the walls. To think they would soon brave them... This was a plan as likely to get them all killed as it was to succeed but Able, like the rest of them, was desperate to try anything that might deliver his own life. He tightly clutched the hilt of his sword. It was an heirloom of the Flint family, passed down through many generations; though, it had been terribly kept over the years and was almost better for bashing than cutting. Most people tried to get to safety when the first beasts appeared but not the nobles. Instead, they tried to secure their homes from looters, even though there were none, and the Flint family was no exception. Able was ashamed of how they'd foolishly put possessions above their own lives but he was mostly disappointed in himself. The sword was the one thing he managed to grab before the beasts burst through the great front doors of the mansion. He should have put up a fight. The dull blade was next to useless but it would have bought a few precious seconds for his family; precious seconds that could have saved one or more of them. But who was to say he still would have escaped had he stayed any longer? If only they never went back there, they might all still be alive.
Able managed to shuffle himself into the centre of the formation as Lance organised it. He knew this was the safest place to be as they fled, for if the beasts got to him they would have gotten to everyone. Guards encircled the tightly knit citizens and then Lance gave the order. A couple of his men turned a wheel and the gates pushed open. "Charge!" shouted Lance. Not one foot hesitated to move. Their aim was to reach the countryside. From there? Able could only guess. But it was a concern to be left until he was away from this place; away from the rampant death and terrible enemy. The first few moments of the stampede went uninterrupted and it seemed that their timing was perfect. But then the first beast appeared, effortlessly catching up with the formation. One of the guards intercepted it and they were safe again; if only for a moment. Another beast came from the side and grabbed one of the townsfolk, carrying them away before the guards could even react. Then it happened again. Next time the guards were ready and one remained behind to distract the beast. Able shut his eyes, terrified by the gradually dwindling number of their group, and didn't open them again until... Yes, this was the outskirts of Redwind.
Able looked around and saw that only ten people remained. Not one of the guards were present, not even Lance, but neither were any beasts nearby. This was the first time Able actually took stock of his company. It wasn't that he didn't have the time earlier, just that he was so afraid and concerned for his own safety that the people he was with didn't matter. He would have felt guilty for it were they not also so obviously unaware of their company with the way their eyes drifted between each other.
There was Polis, a foreigner, who never had a lot to say. Able had managed to have a few brief conversations with him over the years when the man visited the apothecary and he seemed decent enough.
Following close behind him was Delilah. She too visited the apothecary but those visits were few and far between. When she did visit she usually left with several expensive potions; a testament to her vast fortune, which was the primary reason that Able knew her. Their families had been fairly close for the last couple of generations and were always calling on each other for favours. Delilah's topics of conversation tended to revolve around Able's brother, Cyril, which was a solid indicator of her romantic interest.
Running beside her was Wilhelm. He was head of the... Overnight Overwatch Committee... or something like that. It was a group he started all by himself in order to bring a piece of comfort and protection to the community. Like any good member of this organisation, he frequently stuck his nose into every bit of business that was laying about; even when it had nothing to do with him. As such, there weren't a lot of people that were particularly fond of him but he meant well, at least. It was too bad he didn't see this disaster coming...
Able didn't really know the other people. He'd seen a couple at the apothecary but they never spoke. Then his eyes landed on the final person just as they looked to him. It was Martin! They'd been best friends since early childhood. In fact, neither had memories of a time before they met. This was rather strange when Able considered the disparity between their families. Martin's family was of no concern to anyone; put simply, they were common. On the other hand, Able was heir to a family on the precipice of getting in with the capital's nobility, and was groomed to meet every situation he might face with perfect behaviour and cunning. They never should have met but it was Able's parents' design that Martin would be the first of many stepping stones in training the latter. After piling up an unreasonable number of chores on their son, they introduced him to Martin, not so subtly encouraging him to employ the lowly peasant. No doubt they also felt that interacting with the lower classes worked wonders for their public image. The last thing they expected was for the children to become friends.
Excitement overwhelmed Martin as he called out. "Able! You made it!"
Able smiled. "I'm so glad to see you."
"I can't believe what's happening! Did any of your family escape?" he asked.
"No," Able answered, becoming decidedly more glum. "What about yours?
Martin hesitated to answer then simply shook his head. "I don't know about you but I can't run forever," he declared. "We need to figure out where to go."
"What about the chapel just up ahead?" suggested Able.
"You're insane! If we stop, we're dead!" shouted Wilhelm.
"You've already seen them move. Do you really think we can outrun them?" asked Able. "I'm amazed they haven't caught us already. If we hide somewhere then they might just pass by."
"I'm with Able," said Martin.
Wilhelm derisively clicked his tongue. "I'm not! Follow me everyone!" he commanded. "I'm making for the coast! We'll take a boat out of here and come back with the furious might of the King's army!"
Here, at the chapel, the survivors split evenly. Delilah continued on with Wilhelm and another three while Able, Martin, Polis, another man and a woman remained. They hurried into the lonely structure, dusting away their footprints as they went, and, from inside, Martin watched through a window as the other group fled down the hill then closed the curtains and joined his companions.
"Well at least they'll draw the beasts away from us," he said. "But what if they get caught? They know where we are."
"You're right," said Able. "I think we should leave as soon as we see the beasts go past."
Able recalled myths of creatures with unbelievable senses of hearing and smell. The current situation was all too familiar but those were just stories to keep children from wandering off into the countryside alone... right? Of course they were. But, on the off chance that they were more than stories, Able stood guard at the door with sword poised to whack any beast that might think to enter the chapel. The others hid in various places behind or underneath furniture and waited in absolute silence while Martin kept watch of the road through a crack in the curtains. But no beast ever came.
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