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"Ooh another Damona's Boon!" Gwae said with a giggle as her cheeks flushed "You know Kathalia, its called something else in other bars... Do ye want to know what it is...?"
"Everyone knows what a Milkmaid's Teat is Gwae." Kathalia replied "You can see the Forest from the Ash and Hazel. Morgiana here doesn't even drink and she can tell you the dirty name for every drink that Haizea tries to class up."
Morgiana nodded, twirling strands of steam-like foyson rising from her buckwheat tea into little spirals around her fingers like a thread. "She does make it a challenge. Right now, she's given up on trying to rename 'Sex on the Sand', but she's got them stumped with "Tempest in a Teacup'. Personally, I'm more impressed that she manages to get the peaches in the middle of winterrule."
"I've learned not to question how Haizea does anything in the kitchen or behind the bar." Kathalia responded "Its much, much safer that way. This place is nice though."
"You're nice though." Gwae muttered with a drunken smile before remembering herself and fumbling the correction "I mean, it's nice. Its a fine local. Its not the Ash and Hazel, but it'll do. Whazzit called again?"
"The Silver Wheel." Marie chimed in "Apparently the local Druid circle here in Ker-Ahes was dedicated to Aranrhod. Poher and Pontivi were among the last holdouts of the old Druids! Even as late as Prince Conomor's conquest, there was an active Nemeton from the days of Konan Meriadoc. Of course, Budig II set fire to it after he returned to the throne, but..."
Morgiana, sensing that Marie was just getting started, excused herself, heading towards the washroom.
"That wasn't very polite of that mean old witch." Antoinette puffed as she circled the room in an exaggerated patrolman's style once again. "After Lady Enora went out and caught this brigand for her, she won't let us keep her in the castle!"
Seated on a large crate, Azelma watched the little squire continue her tireless pacing with the eye of a patient cat waiting for a kitten to tire itself out, though she knew it was a lost causewith Antoinette's limitless energy.
"Its true, that the Biskontez was not a very pleasant person, but I am sure she had her reasons. House de Chinon has many enemies."
"Nonsense." Antoinette scoffed, twirling in place, her brass buttons shining in the store-rooms lanterns "How could anyone hate Lady Enora. Don't be silly Azelma. Maybe the Biskontez is in league with brigands like this one." She gestured at the cage in the corner.
"Wave that in front of me again and I'll bite it off." Growled the figure inside the cage, the tattoos on her face seeming to glow in the shadows. The squire jumped back, surprised by the suddenness and directness of their heretofore silent guest.
"That will be all of that." Azelma said calmly. When Azelma spoke, it wasn't a threat or a posture, merely a statement of fact, like the colour of the sky at a given moment. The fact that she could outpull the average farmer's horse merely backed her up.
"As for your theory, Annaig, I sincerely doubt that." Azelma replied "The Biskontez did authorize the arrest after all. She's probably not a secret bandit queen."
"Yeah, but some of the cooler brigands probably have nobles backing them." Antoinette, forgetting her patrol, hopped up on the bench opposite the Fomorian. Her face lit up. "Or ARE the brigands. I bet La Louve de Frehel has their own secret lair, beneath a castle or something! With a secret passage beneath a waterfall and a cool horse!"
"I think your imagination may be taking you for a ride."
"How else could they constantly escape Lady Enora? No, they definitely have a secret lair." Antoinette replied, ". . . Or. . . Maybe they are not Bediz. Maybe they're something cool like a dragon in disguise or a mermaid princess or a fierce garwaf! That would be cool for Lady Enora to fight."
"I am not sure Lady Enora would be excited to fight any of those things."
"Pfft. A dragon is nothing compared to Lady Enora." Antoinette turned her attention to the prisoner, taking in her dimly glowing tattoos framed by her sleek black hair. "Do you have a cool moniker? What's all over your face? Have you ever met a dragon?!"
"I've had quite a few monikers" The bandit stood up inside her cage, rotating her neck and shoulders to work out a cramp. "They're the holy symbols of the Veiðimaður." She smiled, sharp teeth glistening as they seemed to grow sharper "And I've never met a dragon... But I have met a garwaf..."
Her fang-filled grin seemed to widen as her face began to stretch out, Her tattoos flaring with blue light to give the black fur spreading over her body a shimmering quality. Feet became paws as the garwaf rose upwards, towering over the wide-eyed squire. Azelma stood quickly, tensing herself to prepare for the inevitable attack. Instead, the jet-black garwaf merely stretched, glaring down at the pair on the other side of the bars.
"And now little girl." the garwaf said in a low, menacing growl, leaning in close to the bars "so have you..."
"Ooh, how dramatic!" A delighted clap and a new voice caused Azelma's head to jerk around, as Antoinette stood transfixed in momentary fear by the werewolf before her.
Atop the cage, there was a ripple in the air and suddenly a slender, pale woman in a short maroon dress and a cape that seemed to shimmer with starlight had appeared. A pair of pointed fox ears sprouted from her head, a bushy tail swishing idly behind her as she smirked at the trio below.
"You'll have to excuse my friend. She comes from an insufferable line of bards and witches with a flair for such thing." The fox-eared woman remarked, as if the lupine beast within the cage was merely an eccentric dinner guest and not an unstopabble killing machine.
Antoinette found her bravado, puffing herself up.
"You'll need to step away from Lady Enora's prisoner."
The poulpiquet tilted her head and within the blink of an eye, had reappeared in front of the squire, who blinked with surprise.
"No, she's my guest," she purred as she leaned in towards Antoinette. "As are you."
"She's a garwaf!" Antoinette protested, as if such reasoning would sway the fox-eared korrigan into compliance. The figure merely responded with a smile.
"Oh? I hadn't noticed. At what's so bad about that? Tell me, girl, what do you know about Garwaf? Tell me three things and you get a prize."
"Back away from the girl." Azelma growled.
The korrigan shot her a venomous glare "We're having a conversation. Wait your turn."
"They... are people who become wolf-monsters." Antoinette said, her confidence returning once again as she was put on the spot. "They transform under the blood moon and they... hunt in packs."
"That's right, they do tend to travel in packs." The Korrigan said with a laugh. "And its possible, that they can be anyone. Our friend in the cage. The big green oaf. Even..." she leaned forward, poking Antoinette in the nose with her black-clawed hand "you."
The squire blinked at the small black pad on the tip of her nose, following the laughing fox-woman's finger as she pulled it away, stretching into a muzzle, brown fur spreading over it. She raised her disbeleiving hands to feel it for herself, thick packs forming on her fingers as she did, the fur spreading along her arms
Azelma rushed forward, but slammed to a sudden stop as if hitting a wall as the sorceress held up a hand.
"Of course..." She said, her mouth set into a wicked grin, "You were with them both all this time. It would make sense that you were also garwaf, don't you agree?"
Azelma's eyes widened as she, still arrested mid-charge, felt fur spread over her body. Antoinette's skin was completely covered in brown fur, a tail poking out behind her uniform as it strained against the changes. The sorceress dropped her hand and with the motion, Azelma dropped to the floor, hands and feet becoming paws as her teeth grew sharper, filling out a lupine muzzle.
Morgiana stood in shock, back to the hallway wall as she saw the two guards transform before her. She tried to control her rapid breathing and focus. She moved slowly, pulling glamour from the air and beginning to wrap it around her. Through the doorway, Acrasia smiled as Azelma and Antoinette writhed on the floor, becoming more wolf-like with every passing moment.
"Of course" she said, turning to where Morgiana hid, "I didn't forget about you, little spy..."
Val's Notes: You may have noticed that these stories are not quite in "order". I wanted to challenge myself with an unorthodox system changing vantage points as the story unfolds, slowly revelaing more in the past and future from a general starting point. This one is probably the earliest, but I hope that one can see the connections where the stories intersect.
I went through a few versions of this picture and am pretty happy with the ultimate results, especially Garwaf Azelma and Morgiana in the foreground. Since Azelma is not "human", I wanted to give her a slightly different design, with the horns and her tusks. I wonder is other non-human characters like Gwae should have slightly different wolf forms in sets like this...
Others in this set:
Gwae: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41653629/
Kathalia and Gwae: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53054379/
Kathalia: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53064592/
Marie: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53142276/
If you're enjoying these pieced, please check out the full length Kroashent story, Kroashent: Bal Des Loups. I'd love to hear people's take on the story as I continue to work on it!
If you would like to support my art help the world of Kroashent come to life, as well as receive other rewards like sneak-peaks, exclusive versions and sketches, please visit my Patreon page, with a wide array of tiers for all budgets: https://www.patreon.com/Kroashent
Check out the full story of Kroashent: Bal des Loups, on Archive of Our Own or in this gallery: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3141606
Want to chat Kroashent or Val's art in general? Drop in on Kroashent on Discord: discord.gg/MZjc3Gg
Learn more about the world of Kroashent on our official Wiki: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/alvez-kroashent
"Everyone knows what a Milkmaid's Teat is Gwae." Kathalia replied "You can see the Forest from the Ash and Hazel. Morgiana here doesn't even drink and she can tell you the dirty name for every drink that Haizea tries to class up."
Morgiana nodded, twirling strands of steam-like foyson rising from her buckwheat tea into little spirals around her fingers like a thread. "She does make it a challenge. Right now, she's given up on trying to rename 'Sex on the Sand', but she's got them stumped with "Tempest in a Teacup'. Personally, I'm more impressed that she manages to get the peaches in the middle of winterrule."
"I've learned not to question how Haizea does anything in the kitchen or behind the bar." Kathalia responded "Its much, much safer that way. This place is nice though."
"You're nice though." Gwae muttered with a drunken smile before remembering herself and fumbling the correction "I mean, it's nice. Its a fine local. Its not the Ash and Hazel, but it'll do. Whazzit called again?"
"The Silver Wheel." Marie chimed in "Apparently the local Druid circle here in Ker-Ahes was dedicated to Aranrhod. Poher and Pontivi were among the last holdouts of the old Druids! Even as late as Prince Conomor's conquest, there was an active Nemeton from the days of Konan Meriadoc. Of course, Budig II set fire to it after he returned to the throne, but..."
Morgiana, sensing that Marie was just getting started, excused herself, heading towards the washroom.
"That wasn't very polite of that mean old witch." Antoinette puffed as she circled the room in an exaggerated patrolman's style once again. "After Lady Enora went out and caught this brigand for her, she won't let us keep her in the castle!"
Seated on a large crate, Azelma watched the little squire continue her tireless pacing with the eye of a patient cat waiting for a kitten to tire itself out, though she knew it was a lost causewith Antoinette's limitless energy.
"Its true, that the Biskontez was not a very pleasant person, but I am sure she had her reasons. House de Chinon has many enemies."
"Nonsense." Antoinette scoffed, twirling in place, her brass buttons shining in the store-rooms lanterns "How could anyone hate Lady Enora. Don't be silly Azelma. Maybe the Biskontez is in league with brigands like this one." She gestured at the cage in the corner.
"Wave that in front of me again and I'll bite it off." Growled the figure inside the cage, the tattoos on her face seeming to glow in the shadows. The squire jumped back, surprised by the suddenness and directness of their heretofore silent guest.
"That will be all of that." Azelma said calmly. When Azelma spoke, it wasn't a threat or a posture, merely a statement of fact, like the colour of the sky at a given moment. The fact that she could outpull the average farmer's horse merely backed her up.
"As for your theory, Annaig, I sincerely doubt that." Azelma replied "The Biskontez did authorize the arrest after all. She's probably not a secret bandit queen."
"Yeah, but some of the cooler brigands probably have nobles backing them." Antoinette, forgetting her patrol, hopped up on the bench opposite the Fomorian. Her face lit up. "Or ARE the brigands. I bet La Louve de Frehel has their own secret lair, beneath a castle or something! With a secret passage beneath a waterfall and a cool horse!"
"I think your imagination may be taking you for a ride."
"How else could they constantly escape Lady Enora? No, they definitely have a secret lair." Antoinette replied, ". . . Or. . . Maybe they are not Bediz. Maybe they're something cool like a dragon in disguise or a mermaid princess or a fierce garwaf! That would be cool for Lady Enora to fight."
"I am not sure Lady Enora would be excited to fight any of those things."
"Pfft. A dragon is nothing compared to Lady Enora." Antoinette turned her attention to the prisoner, taking in her dimly glowing tattoos framed by her sleek black hair. "Do you have a cool moniker? What's all over your face? Have you ever met a dragon?!"
"I've had quite a few monikers" The bandit stood up inside her cage, rotating her neck and shoulders to work out a cramp. "They're the holy symbols of the Veiðimaður." She smiled, sharp teeth glistening as they seemed to grow sharper "And I've never met a dragon... But I have met a garwaf..."
Her fang-filled grin seemed to widen as her face began to stretch out, Her tattoos flaring with blue light to give the black fur spreading over her body a shimmering quality. Feet became paws as the garwaf rose upwards, towering over the wide-eyed squire. Azelma stood quickly, tensing herself to prepare for the inevitable attack. Instead, the jet-black garwaf merely stretched, glaring down at the pair on the other side of the bars.
"And now little girl." the garwaf said in a low, menacing growl, leaning in close to the bars "so have you..."
"Ooh, how dramatic!" A delighted clap and a new voice caused Azelma's head to jerk around, as Antoinette stood transfixed in momentary fear by the werewolf before her.
Atop the cage, there was a ripple in the air and suddenly a slender, pale woman in a short maroon dress and a cape that seemed to shimmer with starlight had appeared. A pair of pointed fox ears sprouted from her head, a bushy tail swishing idly behind her as she smirked at the trio below.
"You'll have to excuse my friend. She comes from an insufferable line of bards and witches with a flair for such thing." The fox-eared woman remarked, as if the lupine beast within the cage was merely an eccentric dinner guest and not an unstopabble killing machine.
Antoinette found her bravado, puffing herself up.
"You'll need to step away from Lady Enora's prisoner."
The poulpiquet tilted her head and within the blink of an eye, had reappeared in front of the squire, who blinked with surprise.
"No, she's my guest," she purred as she leaned in towards Antoinette. "As are you."
"She's a garwaf!" Antoinette protested, as if such reasoning would sway the fox-eared korrigan into compliance. The figure merely responded with a smile.
"Oh? I hadn't noticed. At what's so bad about that? Tell me, girl, what do you know about Garwaf? Tell me three things and you get a prize."
"Back away from the girl." Azelma growled.
The korrigan shot her a venomous glare "We're having a conversation. Wait your turn."
"They... are people who become wolf-monsters." Antoinette said, her confidence returning once again as she was put on the spot. "They transform under the blood moon and they... hunt in packs."
"That's right, they do tend to travel in packs." The Korrigan said with a laugh. "And its possible, that they can be anyone. Our friend in the cage. The big green oaf. Even..." she leaned forward, poking Antoinette in the nose with her black-clawed hand "you."
The squire blinked at the small black pad on the tip of her nose, following the laughing fox-woman's finger as she pulled it away, stretching into a muzzle, brown fur spreading over it. She raised her disbeleiving hands to feel it for herself, thick packs forming on her fingers as she did, the fur spreading along her arms
Azelma rushed forward, but slammed to a sudden stop as if hitting a wall as the sorceress held up a hand.
"Of course..." She said, her mouth set into a wicked grin, "You were with them both all this time. It would make sense that you were also garwaf, don't you agree?"
Azelma's eyes widened as she, still arrested mid-charge, felt fur spread over her body. Antoinette's skin was completely covered in brown fur, a tail poking out behind her uniform as it strained against the changes. The sorceress dropped her hand and with the motion, Azelma dropped to the floor, hands and feet becoming paws as her teeth grew sharper, filling out a lupine muzzle.
Morgiana stood in shock, back to the hallway wall as she saw the two guards transform before her. She tried to control her rapid breathing and focus. She moved slowly, pulling glamour from the air and beginning to wrap it around her. Through the doorway, Acrasia smiled as Azelma and Antoinette writhed on the floor, becoming more wolf-like with every passing moment.
"Of course" she said, turning to where Morgiana hid, "I didn't forget about you, little spy..."
Val's Notes: You may have noticed that these stories are not quite in "order". I wanted to challenge myself with an unorthodox system changing vantage points as the story unfolds, slowly revelaing more in the past and future from a general starting point. This one is probably the earliest, but I hope that one can see the connections where the stories intersect.
I went through a few versions of this picture and am pretty happy with the ultimate results, especially Garwaf Azelma and Morgiana in the foreground. Since Azelma is not "human", I wanted to give her a slightly different design, with the horns and her tusks. I wonder is other non-human characters like Gwae should have slightly different wolf forms in sets like this...
Others in this set:
Gwae: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41653629/
Kathalia and Gwae: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53054379/
Kathalia: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53064592/
Marie: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53142276/
If you're enjoying these pieced, please check out the full length Kroashent story, Kroashent: Bal Des Loups. I'd love to hear people's take on the story as I continue to work on it!
If you would like to support my art help the world of Kroashent come to life, as well as receive other rewards like sneak-peaks, exclusive versions and sketches, please visit my Patreon page, with a wide array of tiers for all budgets: https://www.patreon.com/Kroashent
Check out the full story of Kroashent: Bal des Loups, on Archive of Our Own or in this gallery: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3141606
Want to chat Kroashent or Val's art in general? Drop in on Kroashent on Discord: discord.gg/MZjc3Gg
Learn more about the world of Kroashent on our official Wiki: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/alvez-kroashent
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
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Size 1536 x 2048px
File Size 3.95 MB
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