Oh fellas, I haven't written anything in a while. Here's something innocent. A nice fantasy adventure story about a nice wolf girl.


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The adventurer, Kiva was her name, stared at the fire, mesmerized by the licks of blue flame as they lapped at the dry wood. She felt the heat as intense as a baker's oven, pulsing against her whiskers. And along with the heat came tingles of magic, humming softly along the tips of her fur. This is no ordinary heat, she reminded herself.

Leaning in, the wolf could feel her eyes lose focus. It was all blue. so blue, and the radiant blue expanded and contracted with the wind. Slowly did the fire grow, humming and dancing in the dim dusklight. As it grew, the heat within her intensified. The tingles of magic turned into a full-fledged song, one that she felt compelled to dance to. And so she jumped up. Her paws light against the still-wet grass. Her tail swayed. She was lighter than air and the tugs of energy at her pawtips were electrifying. They guided her, and she followed. Whirling and leaping around the flames as they grew ever higher.

The song swelled within her, until it was all she could hear. The fire was a part of her now, and she was a part of the fire. She was the fire. The fire, her own magic, burned hotter than the sun. The world melted away until there was only the two of them, intertwined in an eternal dance.

At last, the adventurer tilted her head and howled, then collapsed against the soft forest floor.

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The next morning, Kiva awoke to find the fire had gone out and she was surrounded by a ring of charred earth. She felt lighter than she had in weeks, months, years. The events of the previous night - or was it morning? - replayed in her head. She couldn't remember ever feeling so alive, so free.

Energized yet parched, the adventurer sashayed towards the lake. It wasn't far from where she'd set camp. She could still smell the smoke on her fur, and she thought to take a quick bath before packing her things

As she crouched over the water's edge, in the dim morning sun, her reflection stared back at her.

She gasped.

Her ears were blue! Her eyes. Nose. Not an ordinary blue either, but a pure, glowing blue like the fire from the night before.

She reached to touch the tips of her ears. Could I be dreaming? she thought. But no, they were definitely blue. As were patches of her fur. She touched her nose. Wet, and her paw smelled of lake mud. Slowly, a smile crept across her muzzle.

Kiva straightened up and looked around self-consciously, half expecting to see the Grand Magus and his stupid patronizing 'tisk tisking. Half expecting to wake up in a puddle beside some pissant pub in town. But there was no one around - only the gentle lapping of water and the song of birds in the trees.

Kiva shook her head and stepped into the lake. The cool water washed over her fur and soothed her hot skin and she ducked her head under, then came up spluttering. It felt good to be alive, she thought, feeling the weight of the past three months slide off her shoulders. Then, almost nonchalantly, she raised her paw over the surface of the lake and instantly the the tips of her claws started to tingle.

"Infernus," she whispered.

Five jets of pure blue fire shot from her clawtips. The force of the spell jerked her paw into the water, where the fire sputtered and died.

Now running, hollering, dripping wet with her tail high in the air, Kiva bolted from the lake towards her campsite.

Magic.

Magic!

She finally has magic.

Now she might finally be free.