This story settles around the middle ages in a village far away from the central town.
Quiet and peaceful with a few residents, some farms and some small shops such as bakeries, a talor, farmers and a doctor.
Years ago, a lost beaten soul found its way to a home far deep in the trees.
With it's last breath it fell down to the ground on the door step of a woman.
It drawed in it's grey and white fur, long teeth and claws to be made into a human once more.
Which made such horrible sounds, it was like flesh was being devoured by some crooked beast of sorts.
Which made such horrible sounds, it was like flesh was being devoured by some crooked beast of sorts.
She came out trying to see who or what fell down, and found a young man with luscious greyish - white hair, clothes ripped, bloody and cold, nearly bleeding to death, .
As she screamed from her agony, she took him in her bed to rest.
She was a botanist (some would call her a witch), she went outside of her small cozy home to her garden near her river. To find some plants to aid him, as she cut them using a small wooden scythe, she heard him groaning! She rushed inside only to find his wounds more deep than she thought!
She immidiately laid a mortar and pestle on the floor to make them plants into pout.
After a few strokes the pout was ready, a little water was required and she started spreading it on his wounds. The pain was undesrcibable! She could feel him slowly drifting away from this realm.
But, she would not let him die (good will and faith will nourish him back to life) she said as she put a blanket on him and gave him some water to drink.
She was a botanist (some would call her a witch), she went outside of her small cozy home to her garden near her river. To find some plants to aid him, as she cut them using a small wooden scythe, she heard him groaning! She rushed inside only to find his wounds more deep than she thought!
She immidiately laid a mortar and pestle on the floor to make them plants into pout.
After a few strokes the pout was ready, a little water was required and she started spreading it on his wounds. The pain was undesrcibable! She could feel him slowly drifting away from this realm.
But, she would not let him die (good will and faith will nourish him back to life) she said as she put a blanket on him and gave him some water to drink.
She cleaned the wounds and re-applied the put for 2 days. Until the days passed and he abruptly in his sleep let his self free and transformed into the beast that he is.
She awakened to see that he didn't die in his sleep, and fell down crying to witness a 6 foot tall almost wolf hybrid of man on her bed....
Two feet with huge paws and protruding claws, a smooth and hairy gray fur covered his chest.
The wound was still there but he was no man...
She rested her fears when she saw that after a while, it started to transform back into a human and decided not to wake it up...
With the sun rising from the Earth, all nature had awoken to see the beautiful day that it was.
She prepared some shrooms with a little cheese and some salad, and tried to wake him up to feed him.
He finally awake!
Two beautiful blueish eyes saw back into her, as he opened his mouth to talk, she noticed two wolf-like fangs, But didn't say much, he understood what happened from the scratches left on his bed and apologized to her for seeing him turn.
Two beautiful blueish eyes saw back into her, as he opened his mouth to talk, she noticed two wolf-like fangs, But didn't say much, he understood what happened from the scratches left on his bed and apologized to her for seeing him turn.
He was healed almost completely in 3 days notice, how could that be?
After they ate, he thanked her, and told her "I am a son of the mighty wolf, from us fear no death for you saved me".
He then turned again, a majestic humanoid wolf with beautiful fur and long arms and legs, he put some more pout on his now small wound and jumped across the lake near her house and disappeared in the wilderness.
