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The Hunter, the Sorceress, & the Shaman
On an excursion to Colombia, Shàonǚ readily accepted the chance to track down a rogue shaman named Diego. A trained Manchu shaman herself, she did not need much convincing when the werewolf Fog told her what he was doing to villages along the Magdalena River. To her, it was a matter of restoring honor to her profession.
Original artwork by:
AgonWolfe
Original story by:
CSBernard03
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THE TRAIL CAMERA pinged the wolf-man’s smartphone. “Hey, hey!” He quickly alerted his colleague. “We’ve got something. Looks like he’s coming this way!”
The wolf and his companion, a short brown mouse woman, quickly moved into positions. He ducked into a thicket along the river bank while she stripped out of her hiking gear and changed into a red one-piece swimsuit. As she disrobed, she methodically hung her clothing on a tree branch. Her companion stayed hidden and patiently watched the far side of the river with a pair of binoculars. Soon, just beyond the shoreline, he spotted a shadowy figure beside a tree. The wolf restrained his innate lupine instinct to go on the offensive and instead laid in wait with catlike patience.
On the opposite side of the river, a male human gently lifted a large leaf that he used for cover. He leered at the little mouse woman as she changed into her bathing suit. He had never seen her before, which only further aroused his interest in her. Her dainty feet, supple legs, and petite frame were a temptation he could not resist. Her swimsuit accentuated her nubile body and its crimson fabric complemented her brown and tan fur. He watched and waited as she approached the river and dipped her foot below the surface to test the waters. When she glanced around, he leaned further back into the shadows and let the leaf fall. Once he heard a faint splash, he lifted it again to see her resurface. The water was so refreshing, she smiled. He smiled with her.
While the mouse swam beside the opposite shoreline, the human skulked along the concealed forest path. He found a secluded part of the river and stepped forward. He wore a simple, flowing green robe and loose pants with handmade sandals. The only other distinguishing feature was a talisman around his neck. He smiled broadly when he saw the blissfully unaware mouse still swimming. He tapped the talisman and waded out into the water. His body hair receded into his flesh as it hardened and morphed into leathery scales. His jaw became more elongated as his smile broadened further and further into that of a crocodile’s. Once he was hip deep in the river, he quietly dove forward. He hardly made a noise. Soon as he bobbed back up in the water, he had fully transformed into an American crocodile.
From his blind, the wolf-man observed the slick scales of the crocodile as they glistened in the sun. He watched the shapeshifter idly cruise through the water, far enough away from the mouse woman so as not to draw her attention. The crocodile cunningly drifted through the river, around her, and got between her and the shoreline. The wolf’s lips snarled as he waited anxiously.
The mouse woman blithely paddled in circles in the river, unaware of the crocodile that stealthily placed itself between her and her campsite. She was soon startled by a stranger’s voice.
“Ah, hello, little beauty,” the unfamiliar human grinned as he spoke in Spanish. He was waist deep in the water beside her and his lusty grin filled her with immediate dread.
“Who– who are you!?” she demanded. She cowered in the river as the water gently flowed over her shoulders.
“Ah, so you speak English. I thought you looked like a tourist…” He leered as he slowly waded toward her.
“I asked who you were!” she was fearful, but not cowed by his height and stealthy abilities.
“Oh, no, no… Don’t worry. I’m just a local. I was admiring you from afar and thought I should introduce myself.” He was sweet with his words, but sinister with his eyes. “I mean, couldn’t you use a guide out here?”
“I already have one,” she snapped back in a low tone.
“Where? I don’t see them,” he casually turned left and right as he made an exaggerated show of holding his hand over his eyes to look for anyone else, especially witnesses.
“He– he went back to the village. We forgot some supplies,” the mouse woman remained warily crouched in the water.
“I see. Well may I keep you company until he returns?” He further advanced toward her while she slowly backed away. “Come now, don’t be like that… I’m actually very friendly.”
The wolf endured all he could withstand and leaped from the thicket and bellowed out in Spanish, “Leave her alone, asshole!”
The human spun around and snapped back, “Fog! You bastard! I should have known!” Realizing this “chance encounter” had been a trap, the human reached up and tapped his necklace again.
He dove back into the water as his flesh once again turned to scales. However, before he could even get three meters from the ambush, he felt a terrible pressure grasp his shoulder. The shapeshifter was bodily hoisted high out of the water. Higher and higher, he flew through the air as the irresistible power that held him by the shoulder effortlessly propelled him skyward. The crocodile felt the blood rush to his feet as the water poured off his body during his meteoric flight.
When he came to an abrupt stop, he flipped his reptilian head to his right and was horror-struck. The mouse woman was gone. No! She had also transformed! She towered above the water, a gargantuan amazon dressed in red shorts and a red belly wrap around her torso. Her body was a mountainous structure of pure muscle, with hillocks for biceps and plateaus for shoulders. The sheer tonnage of her body caused her feet to sink into the sandy riverbed. The fish of the river were startled as they were suddenly diverted by the river around her immense ankles.
He flailed and shrieked in terror. “¡Ayuda! ¡AYUDA!”
Yet no help came.
The crocodile struggled against the giant mouse’s iron grip. In a panic, he reverted to human form, yet remained trapped in her grasp. The titan chuckled and then heartily laughed for all to hear far and wide as her voice boomed, “Ha ha ha! Yield, trickster! Obviously, my little finger holds more mystic power than you have in your entire body!”
Below, Fog pulled a large wicker basket from the nearby bushes. Though it was lightweight, it was nearly as big as himself so he held it high overhead and rushed to meet the giant mouse as she exited the river with a single step.
Before the human could react, he was dropped into the open basket. Once their prey was inside, Fog quickly slammed the basket’s lid on top and bound the container shut with thick rope. The shapeshifter kicked and punched at the walls of the basket, but quickly discovered its enchanted wicker held him like an iron cage. He thumped against his prison walls and demanded, “Let me out, let me out, damn you!”
Fog kicked the side of the basket, which got a yelp from the human, “Shut up! This will teach you to terrorize innocents!”
The giant mouse knelt beside the basket and pinned it down under one palm. She shook with another deep laugh that carried over the treetops, “Ho, ho! So, this is the sinister Diego?”
“The one and the same,” Fog confidently replied as he put his hands on his hips and sighed with relief. He glanced upwards with a grin, “Thanks, Shao! You managed to do in one try what some of the local villagers and I haven’t been able to do for months now. Every time I’d get close to catching him, he either avoided my traps or would slip back into the river.”
Shàonǚ grinned down to her associate, “Think nothing of it, Fog. Helping out with something like this is an added bonus to my vacation. It’s honest work and quite thrilling.”
“Hey, hey!” Diego called from inside the basket, “I don’t know what he’s told you, señorita, but it’s a lie, it’s all lies! Let me go!”
Shàonǚ scoffed indignantly as she violently shook the basket side to side under her hand, “Oh? And I suppose I shouldn’t believe my own lying eyes and ears when you were out there in the water, brimming with confidence.”
“I was joking! Can’t you take a jo – AH!” Diego’s pathetic deception was cut short as the massive mouse stood up, clutched the basket between her hands and raised it up and down with a vigorous shake. Diego was rattled about like so many pellets in a maraca.
“No, I can’t take a joke,” Shàonǚ bluntly remarked as she picked up the basket and menacingly squeezed it tight with one hand. Fog, on the other hand, did laugh.
“Come on, Shao!” the wolf beckoned. His colossal colleague responded with an outstretched palm. With a quick leap, Fog bounded up into her hand and then rode it up to her shoulder. There, he stepped off onto the firm muscles around her clavicle and leaned over to grasp some loose hairs like the safety grips on a city bus. He felt a rush of excitement as the mouse rose up to her full height. He got a good view of what felt like kilometers all around the forest. He gently tapped his foot and said, “Let’s take him back to the village where the fishermen he robbed and the women he preyed upon will decide what to do with him.”
As Diego continued to kick and complain against the walls of the basket, Shàonǚ held their prisoner firmly in place against her palm as she strode the dusty road back to the village. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, “You’re sure that nobody is going to notice or make a fuss about… me?”
Fog smiled, “Ah, don’t worry. The locals around here will think you were sent by God to deal with that wretch.”
Shàonǚ slightly shook with a laugh that swayed her lupine companion, “I’m hardly an angel of God.”
Fog replied with an exaggerated wave of his hand, “Ah! Plenty of people around here pray to the Virgin Mary, but they also pray to the forest and river spirits that have been here long before the Church arrived. You may startle them, but they’ll still treat you as the answer to their prayers.”
The sorceress chuckled with a bit of relief, content to stroll the few kilometers to the village downriver from the site of their ambush. At her size, she would get them there in a very short time and keep Diego well in hand until he could be turned over to the people he had tormented for so long.
“Hey! After this, since you’re here for a few more days, let me be your host for the rest of your stay! You like barbecue, right? When we get back to the city, I’ll treat you to some of the best ternera a la llanera in town; with my compliments!”
Shàonǚ smirked and glanced out of the corner of her eye, “After dealing with a rogue Mohan that sounds nice.”
Fog then, nervously, scratched behind his head, “But, um, be sure you return to your normal size. I may make good money going on these hunts. However, at your current size, you could probably eat half of Colombia’s food supply. That’s a little out of my budget...”
Shàonǚ’s soft laughter was still powerful enough that it reverberated over the countryside, “Don’t worry, ‘Foggy,’ I try to be a guest in foreign lands, not a tourist. I don’t want to eat you out of house and home.”
Fog smiled back, “But, feel free to eat Diego if you want.”
Shàonǚ blanched, “Even if that was in my nature, I still wouldn’t. I don’t think that even I could stomach something so vile.”
“You’re both bastards! Do you hear me!? Bastards!” Diego bellyached from the basket.
The giant mouse and the wolf exchanged sly glances and laughed the rest of the way to the village and the place of Diego’s reckoning.
Original artwork by:
AgonWolfeOriginal story by:
CSBernard03See the ORIGINAL
The Magdalena RiverRepublic of ColombiaMonday, 13:35 UTC – 05:00, Standard TimeTHE TRAIL CAMERA pinged the wolf-man’s smartphone. “Hey, hey!” He quickly alerted his colleague. “We’ve got something. Looks like he’s coming this way!”
The wolf and his companion, a short brown mouse woman, quickly moved into positions. He ducked into a thicket along the river bank while she stripped out of her hiking gear and changed into a red one-piece swimsuit. As she disrobed, she methodically hung her clothing on a tree branch. Her companion stayed hidden and patiently watched the far side of the river with a pair of binoculars. Soon, just beyond the shoreline, he spotted a shadowy figure beside a tree. The wolf restrained his innate lupine instinct to go on the offensive and instead laid in wait with catlike patience.
On the opposite side of the river, a male human gently lifted a large leaf that he used for cover. He leered at the little mouse woman as she changed into her bathing suit. He had never seen her before, which only further aroused his interest in her. Her dainty feet, supple legs, and petite frame were a temptation he could not resist. Her swimsuit accentuated her nubile body and its crimson fabric complemented her brown and tan fur. He watched and waited as she approached the river and dipped her foot below the surface to test the waters. When she glanced around, he leaned further back into the shadows and let the leaf fall. Once he heard a faint splash, he lifted it again to see her resurface. The water was so refreshing, she smiled. He smiled with her.
While the mouse swam beside the opposite shoreline, the human skulked along the concealed forest path. He found a secluded part of the river and stepped forward. He wore a simple, flowing green robe and loose pants with handmade sandals. The only other distinguishing feature was a talisman around his neck. He smiled broadly when he saw the blissfully unaware mouse still swimming. He tapped the talisman and waded out into the water. His body hair receded into his flesh as it hardened and morphed into leathery scales. His jaw became more elongated as his smile broadened further and further into that of a crocodile’s. Once he was hip deep in the river, he quietly dove forward. He hardly made a noise. Soon as he bobbed back up in the water, he had fully transformed into an American crocodile.
From his blind, the wolf-man observed the slick scales of the crocodile as they glistened in the sun. He watched the shapeshifter idly cruise through the water, far enough away from the mouse woman so as not to draw her attention. The crocodile cunningly drifted through the river, around her, and got between her and the shoreline. The wolf’s lips snarled as he waited anxiously.
The mouse woman blithely paddled in circles in the river, unaware of the crocodile that stealthily placed itself between her and her campsite. She was soon startled by a stranger’s voice.
“Ah, hello, little beauty,” the unfamiliar human grinned as he spoke in Spanish. He was waist deep in the water beside her and his lusty grin filled her with immediate dread.
“Who– who are you!?” she demanded. She cowered in the river as the water gently flowed over her shoulders.
“Ah, so you speak English. I thought you looked like a tourist…” He leered as he slowly waded toward her.
“I asked who you were!” she was fearful, but not cowed by his height and stealthy abilities.
“Oh, no, no… Don’t worry. I’m just a local. I was admiring you from afar and thought I should introduce myself.” He was sweet with his words, but sinister with his eyes. “I mean, couldn’t you use a guide out here?”
“I already have one,” she snapped back in a low tone.
“Where? I don’t see them,” he casually turned left and right as he made an exaggerated show of holding his hand over his eyes to look for anyone else, especially witnesses.
“He– he went back to the village. We forgot some supplies,” the mouse woman remained warily crouched in the water.
“I see. Well may I keep you company until he returns?” He further advanced toward her while she slowly backed away. “Come now, don’t be like that… I’m actually very friendly.”
The wolf endured all he could withstand and leaped from the thicket and bellowed out in Spanish, “Leave her alone, asshole!”
The human spun around and snapped back, “Fog! You bastard! I should have known!” Realizing this “chance encounter” had been a trap, the human reached up and tapped his necklace again.
He dove back into the water as his flesh once again turned to scales. However, before he could even get three meters from the ambush, he felt a terrible pressure grasp his shoulder. The shapeshifter was bodily hoisted high out of the water. Higher and higher, he flew through the air as the irresistible power that held him by the shoulder effortlessly propelled him skyward. The crocodile felt the blood rush to his feet as the water poured off his body during his meteoric flight.
When he came to an abrupt stop, he flipped his reptilian head to his right and was horror-struck. The mouse woman was gone. No! She had also transformed! She towered above the water, a gargantuan amazon dressed in red shorts and a red belly wrap around her torso. Her body was a mountainous structure of pure muscle, with hillocks for biceps and plateaus for shoulders. The sheer tonnage of her body caused her feet to sink into the sandy riverbed. The fish of the river were startled as they were suddenly diverted by the river around her immense ankles.
He flailed and shrieked in terror. “¡Ayuda! ¡AYUDA!”
Yet no help came.
The crocodile struggled against the giant mouse’s iron grip. In a panic, he reverted to human form, yet remained trapped in her grasp. The titan chuckled and then heartily laughed for all to hear far and wide as her voice boomed, “Ha ha ha! Yield, trickster! Obviously, my little finger holds more mystic power than you have in your entire body!”
Below, Fog pulled a large wicker basket from the nearby bushes. Though it was lightweight, it was nearly as big as himself so he held it high overhead and rushed to meet the giant mouse as she exited the river with a single step.
Before the human could react, he was dropped into the open basket. Once their prey was inside, Fog quickly slammed the basket’s lid on top and bound the container shut with thick rope. The shapeshifter kicked and punched at the walls of the basket, but quickly discovered its enchanted wicker held him like an iron cage. He thumped against his prison walls and demanded, “Let me out, let me out, damn you!”
Fog kicked the side of the basket, which got a yelp from the human, “Shut up! This will teach you to terrorize innocents!”
The giant mouse knelt beside the basket and pinned it down under one palm. She shook with another deep laugh that carried over the treetops, “Ho, ho! So, this is the sinister Diego?”
“The one and the same,” Fog confidently replied as he put his hands on his hips and sighed with relief. He glanced upwards with a grin, “Thanks, Shao! You managed to do in one try what some of the local villagers and I haven’t been able to do for months now. Every time I’d get close to catching him, he either avoided my traps or would slip back into the river.”
Shàonǚ grinned down to her associate, “Think nothing of it, Fog. Helping out with something like this is an added bonus to my vacation. It’s honest work and quite thrilling.”
“Hey, hey!” Diego called from inside the basket, “I don’t know what he’s told you, señorita, but it’s a lie, it’s all lies! Let me go!”
Shàonǚ scoffed indignantly as she violently shook the basket side to side under her hand, “Oh? And I suppose I shouldn’t believe my own lying eyes and ears when you were out there in the water, brimming with confidence.”
“I was joking! Can’t you take a jo – AH!” Diego’s pathetic deception was cut short as the massive mouse stood up, clutched the basket between her hands and raised it up and down with a vigorous shake. Diego was rattled about like so many pellets in a maraca.
“No, I can’t take a joke,” Shàonǚ bluntly remarked as she picked up the basket and menacingly squeezed it tight with one hand. Fog, on the other hand, did laugh.
“Come on, Shao!” the wolf beckoned. His colossal colleague responded with an outstretched palm. With a quick leap, Fog bounded up into her hand and then rode it up to her shoulder. There, he stepped off onto the firm muscles around her clavicle and leaned over to grasp some loose hairs like the safety grips on a city bus. He felt a rush of excitement as the mouse rose up to her full height. He got a good view of what felt like kilometers all around the forest. He gently tapped his foot and said, “Let’s take him back to the village where the fishermen he robbed and the women he preyed upon will decide what to do with him.”
As Diego continued to kick and complain against the walls of the basket, Shàonǚ held their prisoner firmly in place against her palm as she strode the dusty road back to the village. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, “You’re sure that nobody is going to notice or make a fuss about… me?”
Fog smiled, “Ah, don’t worry. The locals around here will think you were sent by God to deal with that wretch.”
Shàonǚ slightly shook with a laugh that swayed her lupine companion, “I’m hardly an angel of God.”
Fog replied with an exaggerated wave of his hand, “Ah! Plenty of people around here pray to the Virgin Mary, but they also pray to the forest and river spirits that have been here long before the Church arrived. You may startle them, but they’ll still treat you as the answer to their prayers.”
The sorceress chuckled with a bit of relief, content to stroll the few kilometers to the village downriver from the site of their ambush. At her size, she would get them there in a very short time and keep Diego well in hand until he could be turned over to the people he had tormented for so long.
“Hey! After this, since you’re here for a few more days, let me be your host for the rest of your stay! You like barbecue, right? When we get back to the city, I’ll treat you to some of the best ternera a la llanera in town; with my compliments!”
Shàonǚ smirked and glanced out of the corner of her eye, “After dealing with a rogue Mohan that sounds nice.”
Fog then, nervously, scratched behind his head, “But, um, be sure you return to your normal size. I may make good money going on these hunts. However, at your current size, you could probably eat half of Colombia’s food supply. That’s a little out of my budget...”
Shàonǚ’s soft laughter was still powerful enough that it reverberated over the countryside, “Don’t worry, ‘Foggy,’ I try to be a guest in foreign lands, not a tourist. I don’t want to eat you out of house and home.”
Fog smiled back, “But, feel free to eat Diego if you want.”
Shàonǚ blanched, “Even if that was in my nature, I still wouldn’t. I don’t think that even I could stomach something so vile.”
“You’re both bastards! Do you hear me!? Bastards!” Diego bellyached from the basket.
The giant mouse and the wolf exchanged sly glances and laughed the rest of the way to the village and the place of Diego’s reckoning.
End
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Mouse
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