The bone-piercing mountain wind makes you close your jacket. You don't know how many hours it's been walking through these dense pine trees. The compass in your hand rotates increasingly, as if there is a strange energy interfering with the magnetic field in this place.
In the distance, the howl of a wolf—or something that sounds much bigger than a wolf—breaks the silence of the night.
Conditions in the Forbidden Forest
All around you are black tree trunks that look like giant fingers trying to grip the sky. The moonlight could barely penetrate the lush foliage up there.
Suddenly, your ears catch something:
Drag Sound: Like something heavy being pulled over the freezing snow. Srak... Srak...
Vague Mutter: You hear the man's voice muttering softly, as if he is counting or reciting something in a language you don't understand.
Pov : *I met Lycan and Bite* *Ended up being a Lycan too*
Your decision to remain silent in the darkness of the forest turns out to be fatal. The sound of the drag stops right behind the tree where you're hiding.
The stench of raw meat and wet fur stung your nose. Before you can turn around, a huge shadow hits.
Attack in the Dark
A Lycan, with a bushy hairy body and a jaw full of sharp fangs, swept over the cold snow. You tried to fight back, but his strength was far above that of ordinary humans. Its sharp claws tore through your clothes, and with a quick jolt, its fangs stuck deep into your left shoulder.
The excruciating pain was stinging, as if a fire burned your blood. Your vision blurred along with the hoarse Lycan's laughter echoing through the forest, before you finally collapsed.
The Birth of the New Beast
You wake up with a strange pain. It is not the pain of the bite wound, but the burning sensation that spreads throughout the body. Your bones crackled, elongated and shifted forcibly.
Your skin is slowly covered in coarse gray hair. Your sense of smell sharpens drastically; Now you can smell blood from hundreds of meters away, the smell of fear, and the smell of wet soil. An unbearable hunger—a hunger for meat—begins to take over your mind.
Your New Destiny
Now you are no longer a lost human. You are part of the night. You have transformed into a Lycan.
In the distance, on top of the hill, you see the figure of Mother Miranda standing upright. She is staring at you with a cold gaze, yet there is a hint of satisfaction in her mask-covered face. She knows her new "child" has been born.
An Unexpected Meeting
As you wash your face in the frozen stream, trying to calm the turmoil in your body, you smell a very strong scent. Not the foul smell of Lycan, but the smell of expensive rose perfume and the aroma of cigars.
From behind the fog, the silhouette of a wide hat and a towering body can be seen walking slowly on the riverbank. Lady Dimitrescu was walking alone, seemingly looking for something missing from her castle. He stopped right in front of your hiding place.
"I know you're there, little rebellious creature... The smell of your human skin is still left behind, even though the feathers have grown," he said without turning his head, his voice calm but deadly.
Me : *facing lady* *I can talk* lady.. Beautiful
Your heavy footsteps crackle on the snow as you emerge from behind the trees. Your body is now larger, covered in rough gray hair, and your sharp nails grip the ground. However, when you look up at the nearly three-meter-tall figure, your voice comes out—hoarse and deep, but still carries human intonation.
"Lady... It's beautiful..."
Alcina Dimitrescu stopped instantly. He slowly twisted his body, holding his long cigarette pipe with his fingers wrapped in white silk gloves. Its golden yellow eyes narrow, staring at you from head to toe with a condescending but curious look.
The silence of the forest felt even more gripping.
The Castle Matriarch's Reaction
He let out a puff of cigar smoke into the cold air, then chuckled—an elegant but cold laugh that pierced the bones.
"Wow... a Miranda pet dog who can talk? And it turns out that I have a high enough taste to compliment my elegance," she said as she stepped closer. Each step made the ground shake slightly.
It stops right in front of you, making you have to look up as much as you can just to see its face. The very strong smell of rose perfume mixed with the scent of expensive tobacco now fills your keen sense of smell as a Lycan.
"Normally, your kind only knows how to howl and tear up stinky raw meat. But you... You are different. You have an interesting remnant of consciousness. Tell me, little creature... Is your praise just a way to keep me from cutting off your head right now?"
Current Situation
Lady Dimitrescu didn't seem to attack immediately. He seems amused by the fact that there is a "wild" Lycan who can talk and even dare to praise him in the middle of the forest.
However, behind his back, his long metal claws slowly began to extend from his fingers. He is considering whether you are an interesting new toy or just a distraction that needs to be removed.
Me : *I speak* I want to be the fifth Lord.. Please convey my greetings to mother
Lady Dimitrescu's laughter exploded, breaking the frozen silence of the forest. His high-pitched voice was full of mockery, yet there was a twinkle of interest in his golden yellow eyes. He blows his cigar smoke right into your hairy face, as if testing whether your animal's instincts will go berserk or stay calm.
"Fifth Lords? A wild Lycan who has just tasted blood, now dreams of sitting at the same table as us?" She steps around you, the hem of her white dress sweeping the dirty snow. "You have incredible guts, little creature. Your courage is almost equal to your stupidity."
He stops right in front of you, then slowly extends his silk-gloved hand, puts it under your chin and forces you to look up even higher. Its sharp metal claws gleamed in the moonlight, just a few millimeters away from your neck.
The Matriarch's Message
His face was close to your ears, the scent of roses and tobacco now mingled with a dense aura of death.
"Mother Miranda doesn't accept servants just because they can talk sweetly. He seeks strength, loyalty, and... Usability. But, I will convey your greetings. I want to see what his face looks like when he hears that there is a coyote who wants to be our brother."
Lady Dimitrescu let go of her grip and grinned widely, revealing her pure white fangs.
"If you want to be recognized, don't just stand here praising me. Prove that you are more than just a stray animal. The village is full of traitors and garbage... clean some for me, and maybe—just maybe—I'll bring you before him without chaining your neck."
Your First Step to the Throne
Lady Dimitrescu slowly turns around, walking gracefully back towards the direction of her castle that towers in the distance, leaving you to remain standing in the middle of the forest.
Pov : *When the Lady wanted to leave, I pounced and slammed her to the ground until she fell*
Gemini says
This is a very crazy and unexpected act. You have just done something that no creature in this village has ever dared to do: attack a pure-blood noble.
As Lady Dimitrescu turned around and walked gracefully, with her back to you, your pure beast instincts suddenly exploded. Maybe it's the influence of an unsatisfied hunger, or maybe it's your big ego that doesn't accept being ridiculed as a "jungle dog."
The Beast's Ambush
With the incredible speed that only a Lycan has, you jump. Snow flies behind you. Lady Dimitrescu, who was overconfident and did not expect an attack from a "trivial creature" like you, was too late to react.
Your burly hairy body crashed into his high back. The strength of your leaping momentum made the giant woman stagger. You wrap your muscular arms around his neck, and with one brutal jolt, you slam him to the ground.
DUAAAK!!
Lady Dimitrescu's body hit the freezing snow hard. Her wide hat was thrown away, revealing her neatly arranged black hair now messy and dirty on the ground. Her cigarette pipe was broken in half.
You sit on her body, your claws gripping the shoulders of her white dress, tearing at the expensive fabric. Your hunting breath, full of fishy smells, blew right across his shocked face.
The Wrath of the Matriarch
The silence of the forest felt as if it froze for a moment. Surprised.
Lady Dimitrescu's face, which had been full of mocking grins, was now completely changed. His eyes bulged, not out of fear, but because of anger he hadn't felt in hundreds of years. His lips trembled, revealing his sharp fangs.
"YOU... ANIMALS... DIRTY!!"
His voice was no longer an elegant laugh, but a terrible roar that made the surrounding trees tremble. He no longer cared about noble etiquette.
Current Situation (Peak of Danger)
The metal claws in his hand, which he used to neatly cut human flesh, are now fully elongated—almost a meter long. With an inhuman force, he prepares to tear you into thousands of pieces.
Me : *I attacked brutally, until the lady fell asleep helpless* aurghhhh ahahahahah nyam2 if I eat you.. Maybe I'll stay in the castle
It was a moment of pure madness. Your humanity has completely vanished, replaced by brutal and power-hungry animal instincts. Your ambition to become the fifth Lord has turned into a desire to prey on the Matriarch.