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As we entered the dolmen, it occurred to me that I should probably warn Zandar what was about to happen. She had, as far as I knew, never been to Faerie before. That was the reason I had tweaked the Gate (using my hard-earned mastery of it) to send us into the magickal scry-space instead of into the base of the tower. Couldn't have a potentially dangerous Changeling running loose until I had assessed the risk!

Did I forget to mention that? Well, it was something I did as part of my preparations. But to get back to the story…

"Nothing from that world may pass this portal," I warned her, an instant before all of her clothing disappeared. I turned to look, and saw that Zandar was very upset. I needed to let her know that I didn't do it on purpose! It wasn't a cheap trick just to see her naked, like Estvan would have pulled! "Oh my!" I exclaimed, in what I hoped was a convincing tone of surprise and regret. I also tried to make a face which indicated that, although this is not what I wanted to happen, I did still appreciate her beauty.

She was quite beautiful. I gazed a little longer, just to make my point (and to steady myself, since turning around had made my head spin.)

"BASTARD!!!" Zandar shrieked. "You made them put those horrible clothes on me!" She took a swing at me with some blunt object in her hand.

I blocked her attack easily, almost reflexively, thanks to Adoyret Sam's training. One concussion was enough for today! I had to admit to myself though, that this meeting was not going well. "Tut tut, temper, my sweet," I clucked in a soothing and reassuring tone.

Hold on a second; an object in her hand?? I had to keep reminding myself not to underestimate this femme! "What's this you've got?" I asked, peering at the item she had smuggled in. "No, this shouldn't have come through."

I took it from her and turned around to examine it in a better light. It was smooth and cold, fairly lightweight. What was it? "Ooh, no way! It's a.. That's.. WOW!" I muttered as I turned it around in my hands. In the state I was in, it took me more than a few seconds to recognize the item as a glass bottle.

"GIVE IT BACK!" Zandar yelled behind me.

I was raptly examining the bottle. How had it gotten through the Gate? Holy Fuma! Through my brain haze I could see some EXTREMELY dark magicks attached to this thing! What in the Netherhells had Zandar been doing?? "You must have been very VERY naughty to have gotten this, my sweet," I declared. "I'm somewhat impressed, though- OW!"

WHACK! She hit me in the back of the head! Why are femmes so quick to resort to violence? It was all I could do to keep from crying out in agony and falling over. I struggled to maintain my composure as the pain in my head rattled around like broken glass and rusty nails inside my skull.

"Okay, here… Jeez," I grumbled, holding the bottle out in the general direction of the five Zandars I could see, hoping that one of them would take it and be satisfied. "I guess that explains how it was that you managed to survive." I was disappointed to note that I had probably been giving her too much credit when I thought she had mastered preservation magic.

"Why did you bring me here?" Zandar demanded.

"Heh heh," I chuckled, changing tactics. If trying to soothe her with a calm and fatherly demeanor didn't work, then I would have to resort to Wiles. "Come closer and ask again."

"What do you want from me?" she asked, stepping closer.

I chuckled merrily so as not to seem creepy. It was working! She wasn't trying to hit me again! Her lack of murderousness meant she was primed for the coup de grace! I grasped her shoulders, cast a charming glamer over myself, and gave her a Smoldering Look.

"Oh Zandar, you and I are going to shake the pillars of the earth and set the halls of heaven ablaze," I breathed huskily. Pretty good stuff, just off the top of my head! She was surely becoming completely smitten!

"Um… We are?" she replied, in a way that revealed the true extent to which she remained unsmitten.

She seemed to have a high Wiles resistance. I would have to increase the dosage! I reminded myself that I wasn't dealing with Angela Weakflit here. It was time to take the gloves off! I leaned in close and gazed into her eyes. That's when I noticed… What WAS that on her forehead? It was hard to tell through my watery, blurred vision, but it looked like - IT COULDN'T BE - she was growing a third eye!!!

"GREAT FUMA'S WHISKERS!" I exclaimed as I backed away in horror and shielded my mouth so it couldn't suck out my soul. "Answer me plainly, woman, and do not dissemble- What in all the nine Netherhells is THAT?"

"Tis the mark of my sin," she answered glumly.

"I can see that already!" I hissed. What misbegotten demon-pacts had she made to turn her into such a freak of nature?? "FURTHER DETAILS!"

"Made with a silver dagger."

So it wasn't a third eye after all, but just a scar. Still, that was really bad! "HELSBEGONDI!" I gasped, horrified and dizzy. "By whom?"

"By one whom I had wronged."

What did that mean? Did someone try to murder her? Was that why she was late? Was there some deranged elf-hating serial killer going around tracking down and slaughtering Changelings?! I would need to warn Rebecca!

"What stupid, what knave, what miserable doomed cur would dare to do such a thing to you?" I bellowed, in spite of a headache that threatened to split my skull in half. "To one of US?"

I paused to catch my breath, and it suddenly sank in. Someone she had wronged? "Wait. You did what?"

I am well aware that this part of the story has already been told - and although the published version does not present me in a very flattering light, I cannot deny that it is an accurate record of events as they happened. Rather than rehash what you already know, how about you ask me questions and I'll fill in the missing parts.

#furry #adventure #elves #story #plot #cartoon #skunk #tboay

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jedipoodoo · 7 months

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Changes (Sergeant Hunter x OC, Werewolf AU)

So...More Werewolf AU anyone??? A little inspired by @giganonyx, taking place on the tail end of the latest chapter for The Night is Bleakest Beneath a Full Moon, and featuring my beloved Saachi. Happy Halloween, all!

Notes: blood, mentioned eating people (is it cannibalism if you're a werewolf? I'll tag it just in case), distressed Hunter, literal wet dog Hunter my beloved, I highly reccomend reading gig's fic first.

Tech pointed them in the direction of the lake and helped Saachi collect a couple rags and a towel from what remained of the Marauder's scant supplies. She gave Hunter a ration bar to eat as they walked, but it was hard to eat when his stomach was bubbling like some witch's cauldron, his pants were threatening to slip down at any moment, and he had to lean on Saachi for fear that he might trip over a wrong step. When they reached the muddy shore of the lake, Saachi had Hunter sit on a rock half submerged in the water, and the ration bar nearly slipped from his grasp.

"Hold on to that, just don't eat more than you feel you can," Saachi pressed the back of her wrist to Hunter's forehead for a brief moment. It was slightly warm, but it was no longer an alarming temperature. She set the towel on his lap to stay dry, and soaked a rag in the lake water. It was no Republic med wing, but it would have to do.

After wringing out the excess water, she dabbed at the skin around Hunter's mouth, trying to get rid of the sheer amount of blood that covered him.

She was a surgeon, she was hardly squeamish, but there was so much of it. It shocked her more than sickened her, to think that Hunter had eaten a person.

No, not Hunter, she thought to herself, whatever that... Thing was that Hunter had become.

Hunter pressed his lips closed as rivers of rusty red dripped down his face, dripping off his chin and into the lake water.

"So," Hunter's voice creaked like a door that hadn't been used in ages, "What happened last night?"

Saachi bit her lip. What did happen last night?

"Well...you weren't yourself," That was an understatement. But how was she supposed to describe it?

"Saachi, I honestly can't remember anything after we set up camp last night, but I just threw up a gallon of blood and a handful of body parts. I don't think much else could surprise me."

"Really?" Saachi dared, "Well, you grew hair all over your body, you grew claws on your hands and feet, and you grew taller than wrecker and completely trashed your clothes."

Hunter said nothing.

"Then, Tech had me take Omega to shelter in what's left of the ship while I'm fairly sure you turned into the same kind of wolf creature that attacked you the other day, and you then proceeded to rip off Echo's leg and beat Tech with it. Then, you got into a wrestling match with Wrecker where you would have won had Omega not escaped the ship to find out what was going on. Then you almost tried to eat her, except Tech shot you a couple times and that made you angry and you almost ate him, but then Omega jumped in between you two and almost gave me my third heart attack of the night."

Hunter was silent. Saachi dipped her rag in the water, trying to scrub out as much of the blood as she could against the rock. She wrung out the excess water and dabbed at his cheek again. The beautiful, golden hue of his sun-kissed skin began to peek through the trails of dark red.

Hunter didn't say a word. Saachi sighed, and leaned in, gently pressing her lips to Hunter's forehead.

"It's gonna be okay, Hunt," She whispered, and she could feel him nodding, ever so slightly, under her touch.

When she finished with his face, Saachi made her way down to his neck and shoulders. Whenever the rag became too saturated, she'd rinse it off in the lake water again.

"You should eat some of that," She nudged his hand with the ration bar and took a step back to let him move freely for a moment.

Hunter stared at the ration bar for a moment, and Saachi wondered if he had heard even heard her, but then he took the tiniest bite.

Almost immediately he spit it out, coughing at the taste.

Saachi stumbled backwards at his violent reaction, sending water splashing everywhere.

"Sorry," Hunter kept coughing, "It just... It tastes rancid."

Saachi took the ration bar, turning it over in her hands. It looked perfectly fine for a ration bar, if a little stale, but the expiration date was only a couple weeks ago. No different from their usual meals.

Saachi hazarded a bite herself, and it tasted perfectly normal to her. Had Hunter's transformation altered his already augmented sense of taste?

Hunter slid off the rock and into the water, scooping handfuls of water into his mouth. Saachi tried to stop him and offer her canteen of clean(er) water, but Hunter drank the lakewater with a feverish desire, unbothered by whatever lived in it, or the fact that half the wreckage of the Marauder was partially submerged in the center of the lake.

Once he drank his full he all but crawled out of the lake, collapsing face first in the dirt at the water's edge, breathing heavily.

Saachi cradled his head in her hands, pulling him into her lap so that he could breathe easily. The blood that painted his upper body was now covered with mud, mixed with leaves and twigs. It was getting all over her clothes now, but she hardly cared, not when Hunter was clinging to her like this.

"I have... I have no idea what's happening to me," Hunter gasped, tears eeking out the corners of his eyes.

"That's okay," Saachi murmured. She pulled him closer, lifting him up and resting his head against her shoulder. Hunter's hand dug into her shirt, and his nails felt sharp against her skin. Saachi ignored it, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his hair.

"I'll help you figure it out," she whispered, "I promise."

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