Full moon night, and the forest is alive with the reveling light of the mother, spilling over everything and illuminating the shadows. A nice pebbly beach and dense foliage and ferns surrounds a waterfall fed pool, deep in part of the hardwood forest. The stream flows over a thirty foot cliff, and there are several caves hidden along the lower part of the stream, as it meanders along the cliff face down from the pool.
The Inner Loup Garou
Your eyes are drawn to a sudden movement on the brink of the waterfall. There you behold, in stunned wonder, a maiden standing in a ray of the mothers light. She is clothed in what seems a gossamer gown tied with ribbons. Her hair is long and almost blood black in the wavering rays of moonlight. Her skin shimmers with the richness of old ivory that has been well handled and oiled.
Just as you think to make a noise, to communicate your presence. She tilts her lovely face up to the moon and howls long and loud. You stand, stunned silent, in awe and wonder. Then just as suddenly as she appeared, she drops to her hands and knees. You hear her growl deep and long. Her lovely form starts to waver and shimmer as the moonlight bathes her. Growling and whimpering, she rips the gossamer gown from her body. You glimpse her beautiful shape but briefly, as she struggles and twists. Her face elongates and becomes a proud and shapely muzzle, her limbs seem to contort as they change shape as well. Her lovely torso shortens and sprouts Rufus fur.
You stand spellbound, it seems forever, and yet but a second. Your breath is frozen in your lungs. You finally take a breath, and there standing over you, is a wild and savage Loup Garou in all her feminine glory. She raises her slim muzzle to the moon and howls long, a spine chilling sound in the spring air. As you exhale, her deep emerald eyes lock on your face, and your eyes meet. You feel her mind meld with yours, you know her intent, and your doom, but are totally unable to prevent what you see in her mind.
Frozen in place by that strange mind, holding you immobile. You shiver and twitch, as she leaps the thirty foot distance down to you. She stands ten feet in front of you, and growls once and only once. Suddenly you are free of her mind, free of bondage. Free to chose your path, to stand and fight, or to flee helplessly off into the dense woods.
Ramblings of a Greymuzzle Furry Wolf 