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Still, these features were far from out of place upon the particularly tall and wide woman, and her smile resumed as she gently touched the smooth scar that ran up the outside of her right thigh. It was a badge of pride more than shame for her, and it reminded her of more dangerous, adventurous times that she pined for so dearly. The scar itself was deadly close to the triangle of thick, crimson curls that shrouded her motherly womanhood, much of which was overshadowed by her soft belly.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<3>

\t“MRGLGLRGRLGGRLRLGL!” the creature garbled and easily smacked the weapon from Cyran’s hand.  The inexperienced guard tumbled to the ground as the murloc leapt atop him, flailing its arms angrily.

\tIt was all Cyran could do to guard himself as he threw his arms up defensively.  The murloc’s gargles and his counterpart’s cries had his adrenaline rushing, but he could hardly get any bearings to push back against the murloc’s chaotic attacks.  Gouges appeared upon his face, and he could feel trickles of blood run down to his neck during his struggle.  It wasn’t until he caught sight of two more murlocs charging for him that Cyran felt true fear…

\t… until he felt his clenched hand grow warm.

\tA sharp thrum of energy suddenly shot throughout the young man’s body, followed by an emerald aura that caused the murlocs to recoil in fear.  That powerful light swallowed up Cyran’s body completely, and as the light faded a moment later, the young man was nowhere to be seen.  In his stead stood the particularly large form of a fearsome wolf.  Jet black fur bristled all over the beast’s muscular form, save for a smattering of reddish hairs peppered across his body.  His razor-sharp claws dug into the sand, and his teeth bared menacingly at the murlocs before letting out a blood curdling howl.  The babbling creatures didn’t stand a chance as the wolf launched at them, biting and clawing with all his might, focusing on the foursome that had accosted his counterpart.

\tThe blur of fur and scales sent murlocs fleeing back into the sea, while several of their heads tumbled into the water shortly afterward.  When their cries finally ceased, the remaining guard opened his eyes to find only the wolf remaining, his deep green eyes staring at the guard from a few feet away.  His fur was still bristled, but his demeanor was much calmer than before.

\t<Hey, you alright?> Cyran spoke… or tried to speak, though his words came out in a series of unintelligible growls and barks.

\tThe guard’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of the large wolf… and let out a high-pitched scream of terror.  His weapon had been taken, leaving the guard no choice but to scramble to his feet and bolt off down the beach, even further from Menethil and out of sight.

\t<Wha…?> Cyran tried again, but to no avail.  The adrenaline that had spurred him initially had faded, leaving him to realize what exactly had happened.  His head turned nearly upside down to look at his own, white-furred belly, then around to take note of the thick, red-streaked fur along his back.  <I’m a wolf!?  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  How!?>  Cyran the wolf spun in circles on the beach, his backside falling into the sand helplessly.  As he skidded to a halt, his eyes fell upon the emerald he’d picked up earlier.  Apparently the gem had fallen during his transformation, and carefully he bumped it with his wet nose, causing it to glow again.  <It must’ve been this,> he mused.  <I had no idea transformations could occur beyond worgen curses and druidic powers.  Not like I can do magic anyway.  Can I get it to, like…>  Cyran nudged the gem a few more times, but beyond its green glow, nothing else happened.  <Great, I’m stuck like this then,> Cyran lamented with a whimper.  His initial mixture of shock and awe was replaced with steadily growing concern.  Was this permanent?  Would he have to run to the hills for eternity?  Could a hunter make him his forever pet against his will?  Menethil was a dying town, and most mages had fled to Stormwind after the Cataclysm, leaving the transformed guard only one person left to turn to for help.

* * * * *

\tAfter Cyran had left that morning, Eliza had busied herself tidying the house as she usually did when her son left.  The Kul Tiran woman wasn’t the most fond of housekeeping, but she did it nonetheless for the sake of Cyran’s comfort.  The silence gave her time to reflect on her life and think about her son, often wondering if his attitude equated to resentment.  Very rarely did he ever stick around the house, and it was even rarer for him to do more than eat and sleep upon his return.  Getting him to speak was like pulling teeth, and it didn’t help that Eliza’s patience was… naturally thin at best.

\tBy midday, the house was spotless, leaving her a semblance of free time before she’d need to prepare supper.  Sizing up her modest home, Eliza let out a saddened sigh, making her way back toward the washroom, stepping inside, and beginning to shed her clothes.  Her long, blood red hair cascaded halfway down her pale back, which she carefully pulled up into a tight bun for her bath.  Her dazzling, seafoam green eyes turned toward a floor-length mirror nearby, and for several long moments she just stared at her own naked body.

\tHer life at sea had blessed Eliza with some impressive musculature, much of which she had retained while keeping herself active at home.  A small smile crossed her plump lips as she flexed her arms and clenched her thighs, though it disappeared again the longer she looked.  Her once-sun-kissed skin was now almost porcelain pale, though there remained a faint outline over her breasts and exceptionally wide hips where her tan lines had once been.  Her belly in particular had grown quite soft since Cyran’s birth, its girth matching the heft of her impressively large breasts, each topped with a thick pink nipple and areola rivaling the size of a beer coaster.  Still, these features were far from out of place upon the particularly tall and wide woman, and her smile resumed as she gently touched the smooth scar that ran up the outside of her right thigh.  It was a badge of pride more than shame for her, and it reminded her of more dangerous, adventurous times that she pined for so dearly.  The scar itself was deadly close to the triangle of thick, crimson curls that shrouded her motherly womanhood, much of which was overshadowed by her soft belly.
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