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The owl lady sat her in the center of a large circle, put on her round spectacles, and began reading from a small handbook. Mill sat and waited patiently, unsure as to what exactly she was doing. Before she had only asked for consultation about some weird things going on with her, now she was being chanted at?\n\nBefore long though, the reading stopped, and the lady left for another room, tying her draping coat tight around her waist after putting her little booklet inside. \n\n“Do you need any help?” Mill asked after a good ten minutes, still sitting criss-cross and growing quite bored. \n\nReceiving no response, and hearing strangely little noise despite the mage being mere feet away, she turned to leave. But, she stopped as she was about to cross the line of the circle, feeling a tingling sensation at the tips of her fur as she grew nearer. Curious, she reached a finger out but quickly recoiled as a zap of red lightning struck her claw tip.\n\n“Aghh…what the hell?! 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Some perverted sense of glee seeing others suffer or the chaos that you create?”\n\nMill had no idea what she was talking about, but was powerless to retort, instead resorting to the basic instinct to growl. \n\n“No, you’ve gotten away with far too much, hiding, then striking like a coward,” she spoke, bringing the mask above Mill’s head. “I’m old, I know a provocateur when I see one. I could hand you over to some official to lock you away forever and throw away the key…but no, I’m better than that, I believe in second chances.”\n\nMill’s blood was boiling, how dare she claim some sort of moral high ground punishing her for something she didn’t do, let alone know about!\n\nSuddenly Mill’s head felt hot, then a force at her jaws prying them open. Unable to shake away, the mask slowly lowered, reducing her growls of protest to muffled yelping and a few sneezes as tubes made their way into her nose. With horror, she helplessly watched as the white porcelain drew closer, eventually her eyes lining up with the slits molded in the mask. The large plug going deeper and deeper into her throat, past her voice box and then…she was silent. \n\n“How does that feel?” She asked, her talons eventually returning to the ground as her eyes stopped glowing. The wind itself also slowed, signaling the ritual finally ceased. \n\nMill stared daggers into the owl’s soul, trying to shout at the top of her lungs but only a soft breeze of breath coming from her nose. \n\n“Good, that should be all then. Welcome to your retribution, all that havoc, all that disturbance, I certainly hope you can come up with some way to repay all that damage without being able to speak,” she tapped a wing feather on the tip of the mask. “Until you do though, this isn’t coming off, no matter how much prying or cutting you try, and you’ll be forced to look like that all the while.”\n\nMill looked back, to her surprise she saw all nine tails present and fanned out on the ground. Turning to face the mage again, Mill jumped in surprise when she wasn’t there anymore, suddenly all the candles in the shack cut out at once, leaving only the little red glow from mask to light up her surroundings. \n\nPicking herself up, she clawed at the mask’s shiny and featureless face trembling as she silently cried out, again only a slight huff coming from the nose holes. She shook and hugged herself. 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By the time adulthood came, she learned of her ability to change form, but only in the sense of hiding how many tails she had. She only did it because of the side eyes received when other folk saw a fox-like creature with multiple tails strutting by. No matter, it didn’t take much focus to make that change, something she eventually did by second nature whenever going out.

As she grew older, the aging process slowing as the years past, she knew something was up and decided to consult a local mage. Problem is, mages are typically older, and going back to that superstition of certain creatures…

At first she seemed welcoming, bringing Millna inside her little wooden hut with a thatched roof. The owl lady sat her in the center of a large circle, put on her round spectacles, and began reading from a small handbook. Mill sat and waited patiently, unsure as to what exactly she was doing. Before she had only asked for consultation about some weird things going on with her, now she was being chanted at?

Before long though, the reading stopped, and the lady left for another room, tying her draping coat tight around her waist after putting her little booklet inside.

“Do you need any help?” Mill asked after a good ten minutes, still sitting criss-cross and growing quite bored.

Receiving no response, and hearing strangely little noise despite the mage being mere feet away, she turned to leave. But, she stopped as she was about to cross the line of the circle, feeling a tingling sensation at the tips of her fur as she grew nearer. Curious, she reached a finger out but quickly recoiled as a zap of red lightning struck her claw tip.

“Aghh…what the hell?! Oh shit-“

Spinning around the mage was there, eyes glowing and tomes floating gently in front of her. With an outstretched talon, she pointed at Mill, who felt as if her entire body was locked in a tight grasp of a giant, then flung her to her knees. Struggling against some unknown force, she bared her teeth towards her unexpected captor, a growl coming forth.

The mage was too enthralled in her next line of spells, candles from all around the shack lifting and encircling around her, then all suddenly flashed with light. Air rustled her dress, wind picking up and twisting in a vortex. Powerless, Mill could only watch in horror as the next item came forth.

The mage smiled, briefly taking her focus away to revel in Mill’s unsuspecting terror, before guiding the mask towards her.

“All this time you people think you can hide amongst us and cause havoc, and for what? Some perverted sense of glee seeing others suffer or the chaos that you create?”

Mill had no idea what she was talking about, but was powerless to retort, instead resorting to the basic instinct to growl.

“No, you’ve gotten away with far too much, hiding, then striking like a coward,” she spoke, bringing the mask above Mill’s head. “I’m old, I know a provocateur when I see one. I could hand you over to some official to lock you away forever and throw away the key…but no, I’m better than that, I believe in second chances.”

Mill’s blood was boiling, how dare she claim some sort of moral high ground punishing her for something she didn’t do, let alone know about!

Suddenly Mill’s head felt hot, then a force at her jaws prying them open. Unable to shake away, the mask slowly lowered, reducing her growls of protest to muffled yelping and a few sneezes as tubes made their way into her nose. With horror, she helplessly watched as the white porcelain drew closer, eventually her eyes lining up with the slits molded in the mask. The large plug going deeper and deeper into her throat, past her voice box and then…she was silent.

“How does that feel?” She asked, her talons eventually returning to the ground as her eyes stopped glowing. The wind itself also slowed, signaling the ritual finally ceased.

Mill stared daggers into the owl’s soul, trying to shout at the top of her lungs but only a soft breeze of breath coming from her nose.

“Good, that should be all then. Welcome to your retribution, all that havoc, all that disturbance, I certainly hope you can come up with some way to repay all that damage without being able to speak,” she tapped a wing feather on the tip of the mask. “Until you do though, this isn’t coming off, no matter how much prying or cutting you try, and you’ll be forced to look like that all the while.”

Mill looked back, to her surprise she saw all nine tails present and fanned out on the ground. Turning to face the mage again, Mill jumped in surprise when she wasn’t there anymore, suddenly all the candles in the shack cut out at once, leaving only the little red glow from mask to light up her surroundings.

Picking herself up, she clawed at the mask’s shiny and featureless face trembling as she silently cried out, again only a slight huff coming from the nose holes. She shook and hugged herself. It would take a while before she built the courage to open that door and face the world, so she sat and waited, contemplating on what to do next.", "writing": "", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "", "pools_count": 0, "title": "The Curse (1 of 3)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/jpeg", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "1", "type_name": "Picture/Pinup", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "61" }