Naming
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 17762
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"You aren't that far off the mark," Erin said with a smile, "but it's not
quite what you'd think." "What do you mean?" Rose said curiously, "I know how I was thinking of you guys the last time I changed." "Well, yeah," Erin said with a blush, "but it doesn't start out like that in the ceremony, and it'll feel pretty natural when the time comes. It's sort of like riding a wave. The Alpha will try first, and after she's changed it'll be a little easier for the next person to. By the time two or three of us have gone it'll be hard for the rest of us to resist." "So it's an orgy." "Oi. Just trust me. You'll like it." The scene around Rose was eclectic, even for some of the stranger rituals she had seen in the Society. The others were all clad in robes that appeared to be Greek in origin, reds with black and yellow patterns, pinned loosely against bare skin with ornate brooches. Rose herself had been stripped down to a loincloth and painted in intricate designs with some pungent-smelling paste the colour of henna. She was the focus of the vigil, and thus she was in the center of a circle of candles, the Sisterhood taking up the watch one per candle. This lasted for hours, as each Sister guarded their flame, preventing it from guttering out until the appointed hour, each in utter silence. Rose gritted her teeth as the designs on her skin began to run a little from her sweat. The clock in the hall chimed the hours, and Rose had taken to counting them to ease her nervousness. Finally, twelve peals marked the witching hour. Irene, evidently the Alpha, nodded first to Rose, then to the Sisters. Then, she shut her eyes and her breathing quickened. It seemed so controlled compared to Rose's earlier clumsy calling of the beast, and it quickly produced results as Irene transfigured into her savage form. Erin was the next to succumb, dark brown hairs flowing over her and producing the now-comical image of a werewolf with pigtails. Rose chuckled silently to herself at the sight. Anastasia followed, with Natalia soon after. The air was almost charged with electricity, and Rose understood what Erin had meant about riding the wave. The temptation to join her newfound sisters was building palpably. As Trish and Susan's visages turned bestial, the others started to look impatiently, even hungrily to Rose. The musk of their wolfish forms filled her nostrils, and then she knew that she couldn't hold back the change now even if she tried. It was as simple as relaxing, almost like unclenching muscles, Rose thought as her hair cascaded down her back and her goosebumps became thickening stubble. She smiled impishly to them, candlelight glinting off of sharpening canines. The others approached her, beginning to stroke her hair and massage the tension from her shoulders as she sank even deeper into savagery. "Welcome to the pack," Irena said huskily, "Clymenestra." The new name seemed right, Rose thought, finishing the change as her bushy lupine tail grew in. The rest had began to awkwardly grope and caress each other, some more passionately than others. "Erin," Rose said with a smile. "Yes?" the pigtailed werewolf replied. "You were right," Rose said, pulling Erin into a startlingly deep kiss. The rest of the night was a blur, lost to memory as Rose celebrated with the Sisterhood, her pack...
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