Sunlight scattered through vibrant green leaves swaying gently in the soft breeze as it pierced through dense forest treetops and lit the woodland below. The thick scent of wild flowers, moss and pine sap drifted on the wind, wrapping around towering trees and skittering across the noses of scurrying creatures as it journeyed through. The wings of birds flying from one perch to the next echoed in the serenity of nature--murmuring like a heartbeat outward to all approaching it--and the Wolf finally found what it had been looking for.
Yellow eyes flickered over the worn stone that sat nestled in the perfectly formed Fairy Ring, soft grass rustling like gentle touches against its washed out grey surface. The deep grooves carved into the weather worn face swelled with shadows as they circled around the ornate dais, marking it with sacred words so old they could not break across the tongue unless uttered upon the granite alone.
This was a deeply rooted place, set so far into the womb of mother nature, that only those with a fire in their heart willing to traverse the Dark Mountains and Scorching Plains could reach it. Formed where the Sun and Moon laid together twice each day before they parted to play their roles, the Mating Stone was the one place in all the lands that allowed any two creatures to come together passionately in the most capable of forms. Many magical beings were formed from consummation here, their bearers surviving the harshest of elements--and often the threat of death from their own kind--to give them life.
Canting wild eyes to the crystal blue above, the wolf watched and waited.
Soon the sky slowly darkened as large wings blocked the wolf's view and a black mass descended from above the trees to land gently on the other side of the ancient ring.
Striking dark eyes tinged with a ring of red met piercing yellow as the Raven and the wolf's gazes met and held.
The forest around them buzzed with electricity, as if it knew what was to come next, and with barely contained excitement the woodland watched as the two creatures slowly approached the altar between them.
Paws pressed down upon the warm surface and began to agonizingly shift--bones breaking, extending and reshaping as fur peeled away into skin--and the wolf whimpered under the strain but continued forward, hunching and bowing its body into unnatural positions.
Claws retracted as pointed toes joined its four legged companion--wings snapping and shedding their feathers as they broke and reformed into toned arms. Breasts filled, perked and drew shuddering breaths as knees dropped and ground into the granite, dark locks spilling across flexing convulsing shoulders.
Eventually silence drew down upon them as the last of their previous forms came fully onto the stone.
The only remnants of the wolf that remained was the yellow ring now shaped around hazel eyes set in strong tanned feminine features caressed by white flowing hair as they looked about--while the raven held only her red ringed dark eyes, porcelain skin glistening with perspiration on newly created human curves.
The two women stared at one another, taking each other in anew.
Their original forms had been torn by the stones's powers from their souls to become secondary to their new ones. They were born again, given a chance in this place to let magic do what it does best--grant them their deepest desires.
As their fingers met, intertwining, they knew the trials and pain they had endured had been worth it all.
Here, upon this stone, they would burn with love and be given the opportunity to start a family of their own kind, to be the first Shape-Shifters of their generation. They would be known throughout the lands as Mother Wolf and Sister Raven no more.
Instead, they would become The Huntress and The Seerer, sages of a much different world. They would bring their kind out of the woodlands, like any child parting from its mother, and they will fill the world with diverse beauty and danger.
Yellow eyes flickered over the worn stone that sat nestled in the perfectly formed Fairy Ring, soft grass rustling like gentle touches against its washed out grey surface. The deep grooves carved into the weather worn face swelled with shadows as they circled around the ornate dais, marking it with sacred words so old they could not break across the tongue unless uttered upon the granite alone.
This was a deeply rooted place, set so far into the womb of mother nature, that only those with a fire in their heart willing to traverse the Dark Mountains and Scorching Plains could reach it. Formed where the Sun and Moon laid together twice each day before they parted to play their roles, the Mating Stone was the one place in all the lands that allowed any two creatures to come together passionately in the most capable of forms. Many magical beings were formed from consummation here, their bearers surviving the harshest of elements--and often the threat of death from their own kind--to give them life.
Canting wild eyes to the crystal blue above, the wolf watched and waited.
Soon the sky slowly darkened as large wings blocked the wolf's view and a black mass descended from above the trees to land gently on the other side of the ancient ring.
Striking dark eyes tinged with a ring of red met piercing yellow as the Raven and the wolf's gazes met and held.
The forest around them buzzed with electricity, as if it knew what was to come next, and with barely contained excitement the woodland watched as the two creatures slowly approached the altar between them.
Paws pressed down upon the warm surface and began to agonizingly shift--bones breaking, extending and reshaping as fur peeled away into skin--and the wolf whimpered under the strain but continued forward, hunching and bowing its body into unnatural positions.
Claws retracted as pointed toes joined its four legged companion--wings snapping and shedding their feathers as they broke and reformed into toned arms. Breasts filled, perked and drew shuddering breaths as knees dropped and ground into the granite, dark locks spilling across flexing convulsing shoulders.
Eventually silence drew down upon them as the last of their previous forms came fully onto the stone.
The only remnants of the wolf that remained was the yellow ring now shaped around hazel eyes set in strong tanned feminine features caressed by white flowing hair as they looked about--while the raven held only her red ringed dark eyes, porcelain skin glistening with perspiration on newly created human curves.
The two women stared at one another, taking each other in anew.
Their original forms had been torn by the stones's powers from their souls to become secondary to their new ones. They were born again, given a chance in this place to let magic do what it does best--grant them their deepest desires.
As their fingers met, intertwining, they knew the trials and pain they had endured had been worth it all.
Here, upon this stone, they would burn with love and be given the opportunity to start a family of their own kind, to be the first Shape-Shifters of their generation. They would be known throughout the lands as Mother Wolf and Sister Raven no more.
Instead, they would become The Huntress and The Seerer, sages of a much different world. They would bring their kind out of the woodlands, like any child parting from its mother, and they will fill the world with diverse beauty and danger.
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