My hands would raise up to my head.
I would touch the tip of my fury ears, I was monetarily shocked, I thought this was an illusion, a figment of my imagination, I did think that I really did but it would now seem that my first conclusion about this woman was correct, she was a witch, she was powerful, I have fallen prey to her, her games and her constant toying around with me. I feel the soft tips of my ears, they instantly flick backwards and pin back against my soft white hair, I would swallow hard, a chill running through my spin as the realization of what is happening to me sinks in for the first time.

The pain was to much to take.
I am scared, I am becoming something that is lower down in the food chain, her pet, her play thing, a creature of the forest. She mutters to me, mocks me, I remove my hands from my new pointy ears and I touch my tail once more, it would flicker and twitch like my ears, my head turning, my red hues staring down at it, like the ears and my hair it is snow white, my mouth opening, my teeth sharp and deadly, it does not take me long, I know what I am becoming, I am not stupid, I have killed these animals before.

…..A wolf…..

My world is crashing around me.
And I will fight it, I will not fall so easily, her magic is strong, but my will is stronger, I can see in her eyes she has done this before, stripped mortals of there bodies and given them more demeaning forms, but not this time, not this time. I will not fall to all fours, my changes are limited, unnoticeable to gazing eyes, I can hide these changes, I can still be a part of society, I can still lead a normal life, I just have to stop her from twisting me and changing me, I have to kill her, but I cannot do it, for some odd reason, I do not want to hurt her.

…..If this is all you can do, then I am not impressed, this is nothing, this is not power, this is nothing…..

I would scream at the top of my lungs.
I want her to hear me, she has done nothing to me, nothing, a small change her and there, she is calling me an animal, her pet, but that is far from the case, ears, tail and sharp teeth do not change who I am, her magic must be weak, if she means to do anything to make me fear her, she will fully change me, I have time, I need her to get closer, so that I can get her, grab her small form and snap it in half, if only I can build up that courage, that rage to harm her.

The plan it runs throughout my mind.
She twirls around me, mocking me, singing in that sick and twisted voice, I don't know the means of her magic nor how she is using it, but if I get her close enough to me I will finish her off, she is a freak of nature, and I will not become one as well, I will find the courage to finish her off.

My arm shacks as I move it lightly.
My sword rests in the snow, my whole body is lump, I cannot feel anything because of the coldness, the snow so cold, so freezing, not to my likening at all. I would snarl at her, baring my sharp teeth at her, her antics are now getting on my nerves, her dancing, her singing, was this the means to her spell, where all her actions a means to cast this magic upon me.

…..You're a foul creature…..

Insults are the best way to gain someone.
To gain there rage, to get them hyped up, to piss them off, I want her to come to me once more, to strike me again, my legs cannot move, but my arms, they can. If she gets within range I will wrap my arms around her and sever her spine. I am not dealing with a little girl, nor a human at all, I am dealing with a monster and extreme means must be used.
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I sing and I dance to this joyous occasion, a circle of red foot prints now laid out around her new pet, and on and on she sung, like a child of the cult she praised out this moment, her words so clean and crisp sweet into the air, so nostalgic to her ears…to her memory.
Her eyes came to not once peer to him, it was a ritual, and each step provided a new chapter to the half man half wolf's life.
To her this was beautiful, to watch someone struggle…to watch them bleed and suffer through the slow torment; she loved it when they took control, threatening death and unnecessary sexual acts, she loved to be pushed around then turn it all against them.


She loves…to do to them, what they did to her.


It was time, she heard his scream, and she stopped in front of his kneeling body, just out of arms reach; she could see the look in his eyes, they wanted to hurt her…and badly to, possibly end her life, it made her smile as she left her lyrics distant in the wind, and replacing those words with a soft smile.
This her crimson eyes they were wide, and child like with a smile in them as she listened to his insane ramblings.
" This is all I can do?" she joyfully replied back, in a child's voice.
" My dear…this is nothing compared to what I can truly do "
She turned her back to him, and held her hands behind her back as she looked up to the dead branches of the tall cherry blossom tree, being the 'freak of nature' she could control the forest, and her only wish in the order of growth was that one cherry blossom flowered at a time and stayed in bloom each time she created a new toy…
There were hundreds of them! In bloom across the entirety of the tree, no petals fell off its bud; they glowed an eerie light as the sun had already begun to set setting the mood in twilight.
She was in awe about this tree, she lived to make it whole…possibly to make the entire forest alive with her works, and slowly her head turned to the side as she looked to the snow, there was no more laughter in her eyes but more a serious tonality, one of aged resentment to the world.

She began to bit down softly on her bottom lip, pail pink and full or words just waiting to be said. Sure enough her eyes came to look behind her, towards that play thing that was bent on his knees over there.

Once again a change in her personality was clearly visible as her smile was gone as well as the laughter, but now one of emotionless-ness.

" ……I'll see you soon…… " She spoke softly to him.

Her head turned away from him and her hands remained clasped behind her back.
Snow was a clear aid in her spells, the way she twisted nature to her pleasing…the way she seemed to match her surroundings…

And now it was time.

Falling from the large cherry blossom tree, remnants of the snow began to shake off as the wind became chillingly violent.
Its pure flakes floating, some glowing, some flying away.
They slowly floated around carelessly, some falling onto her toys body; as if an illusion, the snow seemed to be melting into the body and what was being left behind were tiny patches of fur…
One by one…ten by ten…they touched and clung to his body, each with the same affect, some melted away, some flew away, but from the majority that fell from the tree seemed to have been aimed perfectly to his body and leaving hair in its place on his skin; white fur…

She would never have been able to describe the pain to him; she would never tell him that this is a one way process…that what she is doing to him was irreversible and that he would live a new life.

With his ears, his tail, his teeth and legs formed what was left was the over all features of his physical appearance, his face and fur…
Slowly she turned to face him, she seemed quite sad to see him like this, once so high and mighty and now on his hands and knees, the snow was pouring onto him every fleeting second passing he looked more and more like the animal he was, the fur spreading like wild fire over his body, it spread so rapidly over his body and grew in speed.

In no time at all he looked like a beast, and with his 90% completion she kneeled down and picked up a handful of snow and threw it in his face.
He would remain that part human until the snow went away.
The clump that was on his face was all that was now needed to complete this and as she promised it was complete…

What she imagined this transformation would feel like was pins and needles, hard to shake off and damn annoying, but what did she care, the nostalgia of this event seemed to spill all her excitement for this event.
Her only real joy…is when they put up a fight…
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I stagger forward, trying to reach out to her.
Trying to get ah old of her, to wrap my arms around her and end her existence, the fire in my eyes should this, I wanted nothing more than to end her life, my pain and my suffering, it was all because of her, she is turning me into something I am not, something that should not bee, I puff and I pant as I step towards her, trying to reach out and grab her.

Mye eyes would widen I would finally see it.
I would finally see that this was all part of her plan, all her movements, all her words, it was all linked together, all forming into one act, it was all a spell, it was all a trap, and like the fool I fell into it, like the fool I have caused this to myself, I have harmed her, insulted her, planned to kill her, and now she will make me what I truly am, a beast.

She would walk forward, my hand closing.
I wanted to hold her to kill her but I cannot. My blood red eyes widen, her magic was to great for me to stop, for me to resist. I watch as the snow falls off the trees, I think nothing of it at first, naturally but when it would fall onto my arms, I feel it burn In threw my armour, threw my clothing and onto my skin, warmth washes over me, a feeling and a sensation I cannot desire, and to my shock I know what is happening to me.

I go to move, to run away from her.
But after only a few strides he tripped over his changing feet and fell to the ground. The snow latching onto him, melting into him as he shudders in pain. He managed to get himself on his hands and knees but no further, his limbs would not move. His body was afire everything was burning with each snow droplet. He grimaced in shock as he felt his organs shift inside himself. Everything, it was so mind mumbling painful, it was to much pain for him, his bones snapping, the sound echoing throughout the woods.

His eyes widened as he felt his body lengthen.
His spine grew more vertebrae, pushing his ribcage and pelvis farther apart. His tail look far more presentable now than it did so before. His fingers curved as they shrank. His palms lengthened and turned black and callused. His fingernails darkened and curved, turning into claws. He would move his feet as they would easily slip out of his boots and socks as they collapse onto the ground.
     
His limbs felt like they were being ripped off.
His calves had shrunk slowly and his feet grew longer. The now black callused balls of his feet where the only part of her back half that touched the snowy ground. His toes bristled with claws just like his hands. His muscles burned as they stretched and bulged. The insides of his legs and arms were covered with a thin white fur that spread and thickened before his eyes. It gave a tingling sensation as the thick fur forced it way through the skin. His mouth would open as his much longer tongue would roll outwards.

His legs grew thin but more and more muscular, strengthening him.
He now had canine legs. His forearms lengthened and her upper arms shortened. He yipped and yelped as the changes ran throughout his form. The bones inside him shifted, pushing organs aside and stretching skin as they did. He was in so much pain and all the while he kept his head down, saliva and blood dripping out of his mouth.

He stood there on her alien limbs trying to keep off the ground.
He was confused, dazzled at what was happening. His sense of sight and touch were overwhelmed with what they where witnessing. This was something that should not be happening but it was, New hormones, new emotions, raced through his mind as his body changed shape. Eyes wide open, staring into the distant darkness, se forced out an awkward scream

…..Stop…..

The pain was far to much.
His body shrunk, he lost muscle mass, his skin now covered in a thick belt of snow white fur, his blood red eyes wide open as he stares downwards, standing on his alien like limbs. His armour, his clothing, it restrained him, it was to heavy for his new form, but he stood tall and firm on his shack four legs. He stares down at his paws, the claws glistening in the twilight. His eyes watery, shading tears for the pain he was going through.

He looked up at her, pleading for mercy.
Wishing for her to stop this, he watched as she would pick up the hand full of snow, kneeling before him, with one throw it would hit his face, his eyes closing, he groaned as his neck lengthened and thickened. His throat grew and he lost his voice forever, now forever lost, no longer able to curse her. He gritted his teeth and closed and kept his eyes closing, not wishing to see the world as his face pushed out, stretching his skin to the breaking point. His nose grew moist and his nostrils grew lipped. His lips turned black and formed a cleft in front.

The coldness would be washed away.
His eyes would slowly open, they look up onto his mistresses, his master, he wants to attack her, hurt her, destroy her, but he cannot, there eyes are the same, the weight of his former clothing to much, his armour hurting him, straining his much smaller form, he would collapse onto the ground, a small whining noise emitting from him.

He did not want this, not at all.
But it was to much, he was now an animal, weakened by what has happened to him, his former life littered around him, his boots near his hind paws, his sword near his snout, his red garment, covering his form, hiding it, he is a sleeping wolf in human clothing, such a pathetic sight as he hides away form her, not wishing for her to mock him, to insult him, to harm him. He was just an animal to the world now, and nothing more than a pet to this demon.
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+ Goodbye, my love +


" Au revoir, mon amour…"

She spoke in the beauty of the French accent, so fluent and carefree, as if they would meet again in the morning like two secret lovers parting to return to their homes.
Her eyes lowed onto his body as she watched his life being taken away.
The blood red of her ruby gaze shined dull in the approached night.
She would stand there and watch; he was desperate for his life but there was nothing she could do for him now.
He brought this to himself, she thought; it was karma, it was justice.
The impurity of this man was being washed away and it was her work. She has washed away the evil and rid him of his sins as she has done to so many men who have beaten and raped the innocent.

Those men have ventured into this forest in hope of finding the sweet scent that wafts to them. They come in here, and find me.

Sitting, laying or crying alone in the snow…
They would find me and comfort me…make me feel safe at last…
They would take me and undress me and rape me of my life.
Only when I resist they beat me down and feel like a man…

I play the role of their whore, who obediently lies down on her back and lets the silent tears flow down my cheek as the crimson red flows from my body.
Over and over the men have broken me.

Only when they think they have won…does my winter forest come alive.
My voice and screams ring through their ears, I would shout their names...calling, beaconing to them.
" more…more…more! "

They are so foolish…the men.
Pride before life…

My voice tests their mind; my body…tests their strength…
Only then…when they think they have won do I get to have my fun…

And this man has played with me…she could hear his dirty thoughts…
What he wanted to do to her…what she would of let him do to her.

She found him different…smarter not to approach her…wiser, more cautious.
He was the first one to see her for who she was, that is…

A witch.

Her hands shook with delight to her new creation, he is one to keep, he is one to let grow; to stick by her side for ever.
She would take a slight step forward, inspecting his body.
There would be no flaw; he was now a perfect creature.

+ Now bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins.
The air around me still feels like a cage.
Love is just a camouflage of what resembles rage again. +


The pristine beauty kneeled before him, her leg has stopped bleeding, and her eyes softened.
She rose her hands and gently touched his head; brushing her slender fingers through the hair on the side of his face, and running them up his ears.
She took his head in her arms and held him to her heart, her eyes closed.

She knew that he would not attack her. She could take away his life as easily as she created it.
She was his mother,…his lover…his sister and brother…
She was to him…her God; that would walk by his side, she would idolise his choices and help him in the right path. A path that she is setting out for him.

He would walk with her, as she walks with him.
He would watch as she worked her black magic on those horrid men.
He would come to respect her and what she does.

That is what she believes…