The Wolf and the Mistress...

"I will return you to where I took you from." the female dragon. "I fear I must be something of bad hostess but I fear that I have some other, rather pressing business to attend so I guess I should say goodbye and thank you for your help. So, I do."

And without another word the dragoness finds herself with three less people to speak with in the cavern. Good and well, considering that while she WAS grateful to the giantesses she DID have things to do here.

Eggs to check and a mate to aid. The former to make sure that they were coming along fine and well. It was just about time to rotate them so they continued to develope into healthy, happy little hatchlings, after all. And as for her newly resurrected mate she wanted to make sure that the changes she'd willed upon her mate took.

It wouldn't do at ALL for her mate to be stuck with the form of that wretched human who'd slain him, after all. The form was pliable enough, right now but if not kept after it would be a problem. She did not relish the idea of having to explain to her mate just why she had managed to resurrect him, only to fail to make sure that he . . . remained a he.

Much less a dragon.

The female giants, gryphon, and the elfin ex-dragonslayer appear right outside of the mage's quarters which had been searched just moments ago. The fact that besides their payment and weapons are besides them (and a little extra as a tip from the dragon for services rendered) is not overlooked by the female giants or the male gryphon. However, even Braveheart is somewhat concerned by yet another change in behavior in their elfin guest.

"What wrong with her now?" Braveheart mutters to himself, wings fidgeting a bit in concern.

The elf in question has stop her sobbing and now is back on her feet with a look of what could only be ecstasy on her face.

Why that look? Well, it has a lot to do with her new species, you see. Long ago a faction within the elfin community felt a need to become more . . .connected to the world they dwelled within for reasons lost to history. Strong magicks were used and the faction got a LOT more than they bargained for here. Various beings from the Beyond had decided to have a bit of . . .er . . .fun here and "gift" them with much more.

Each and every last of the elves who'd wanted to become closer to nature got that an MUCH more. The aspect of the wolf was woven into their mind and spirit. This trait was carried within each of these elves and their descendants. IN other words, each and every wood elf had more than a bit of wolf within them and it expressed themselves in their words, deeds, and action. Their culture.

In also getting closer to nature, the wood elves cast off a lot of even the social norms of the free society of the elves. So, thus the primitive nature of Belinda's clothing and . . . attitude. Her very new demeanor.

By even the standards of "normal" elves, she now to was an elfin savage. A wood elf!

And now something of a crowning event is happening here for the one formerly known as Belinda! Deep purple eyes seem to drink in the moonlight as the Moon, her Mistress, calls to her elfin heart. It was . . . something of a right of passage amongst elves, this bonding with their Mistress. The Mistress even offered to allow her to forget her hurts: the loss of her cubs! For a price, of course.

Belinda no longer, the elfin woman who her Mistress had renamed Nightfall was to become the shaman of a village within a few days travel. Become the shaman to her, and then take another mate to bear many young cubs to carry on and . . .

Halfway reaching out to erase those bothersome memories (feeling the deal was already done), the Mistress recoils in surprise as a growling wall of rage blocked her from her newest child.

Problem was, however, that Nightfall was an ADULT and not a child. As such . . .she rather didn't take too kindly to the high handed tatics.

"NO!" Nightfall shouts, suddenly enraged. She was NOT going to ever forget her old mate and sure as the seven hells not forget about her cubs!

Whatever it took, she was going to get them back!

"No I won't forget," Nightfall growled in anger at the Mistress, angered that her new deity would even think such a bargain would be appealing to her! Was doing it without even waiting for an answer

Turning away, she was quiet the sight. Growling and snarling like a savage wolf, the hackles on her neck raised.

"Good Gods!" Hilda and Gilda blinked at the sight.

"No they are NOT," Nightfall muttered, giving a resentful glance over her shoulder at the Mistress and then turning away (forevermore). "Not at all or I would still have my cubs and my mate at my side."

"But that does not explain what you want with me," Nightfall growled, more than a bit distrustful after having overheard some of what the dragoness had thanked them for. "Why am I here?"

1. First instinct was to flee from these creatures before her but then again something about the red haired female giant . . . said to stay and listen.

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