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Okay, here’s a story I wrote back sometime ago with a few others that got published in a local Fantasy book. (which is no longer around.) So, this stuff is copyrighted, however, I got the “thumbs up” to go this way because were thinking of starting up this story again.
The original title was; “Ghost light and Dark Whispers From The Crescent Woods” and this section of story is from “ Wulfsbane and the Princess of Giants.” Chapter Four: The Fire and in Size”
To give you an idea what is going on here:
Paul Scurf (Wulfsbane) Age: 25 :
Height: (Normal human size): 6’1”
Hybrid: About 7’5”
Full werewolf: About 8’+
Eyes: Dark to light Blue.
Hair: (Human): Brown.
Fur: (Hybrid and Full): Dark gray to white.
Is a formal U.S. Navy helicopter pilot who now flying for the major Paper and Lumber Companies. Lives outside of the town of Lake Placid, N.Y. and is a werewolf (Timber Wolf). He is not what you call the average werewolf if you place him next to the tradition werewolf. He has most of his human side as strong with his wolf form. He likes to be left alone and has been called a “Rogue” by the other werewolves.
Neea’: Age: 20.
Height (Normal size) 5’8”. Giant form: About 200’.
Hair: Blonde. Kept short.
Eyes: Blue
Is a young human who was born here on Earth in the town of Lake Placid and lived there for the first few years of her life until one day she disappeared. She is the rightful Princess heir to one of the most wealthy and powerful kingdom of five in a world par ell to our own. Yet, it is a very dangerous place. Anything from trolls, dragons, ogres and Ozzy Osborne look alike tax collectors*. (*Don’t ask.).
It should be noted: Paul and Neea’ did meet once when they were children before Neea’ left our world. But, Paul does not recall.
Jake: Is a Lawyer in town and is Paul listening to Paul’s story in order to build a defiance case because the Council of the Northern Werewolf Clan’s are upset at him for breaking a few of their Laws in order to help Neea’
The “Dark Queen”: is Neea’s Aunt and wants the young woman dead so she can get the Princess Kingdom for herself.
The scene is after both Neea’ and Paul are captured separately by the “Dark Queen’s” minions and are brought of all places the very own Northern Werewolves Council Meeting Ring because this is where the Queen believes this is the right place to open a “gateway” back to hers and Neea’s home world.
So, try this on for size…
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Heat is what Paul feels first over his body, next it is sounds, one of which is very familiar to him, the sound of wood snapping. The other which was muffled voices he could not recognize right away.
Then the strong acrid smell of smoke fills his nostrils which makes him open his sharp blue hazed eyes in which he comes to face a wall of orange flames. He shoots his head up which now feels a few extra feet thick thanks to whatever they used in those strange arrows to bring him down.
He soon discovered that he was laying on his right side with his hands bond behind him and in front of a roaring bon fire just few feet away from his muzzle. Muzzle?
Paul now realizes that he is still in his hybrid wolf form. He let’s out a low guff at this.
He then looks up into the dark sky which was almost covered over by the large spreading crowns of the maple and pine trees overhead. However, he still sees it. As if the thing was an eye staring down upon him. With its white pale light dappling between the dark green quivering leaves of a great old sugar maple before him, which is being bathed in the orange flickering light from the bon fire before it. The bright full moon, still rising in the night sky.
What does this mean to him, he’ll stay locked as werewolf pretty much all night because he wasn’t ready to focus his will power over his mind at staying human before the moon came up so he was not able to stop the transformation take place to begin with.
As of now, all those years of training in mediation, discipline and his own will power to control his “beast” side that was part of his nature, has just gone up in smoke like the burning wood before him as it turns to hot ash.
He starts to wiggle his paw-like hands in whatever was bidding him, it felt like a pair of thick handcuffs that cover his whole wrists.
In his present from right now, he could destroy the things in no time, however, just before he could start to bend the metal, a leathered skin-like hand slams down on his head to the warm damp wet ground and sees a familiar face with one long oblong tooth sticking out of it’s lower jaw showing off the rest of his sharp teeth came down to Paul’s face.
“Nice to see that you are now awake, mutt.” said the ogre in a gloat. “But, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
The ogre then goes behind Paul’s back and grabs his “handcuffs” and suddenly they appear to have become sharper around his wrists.
“You see?” he explained as his sour breath hits Paul’s snout which makes him cringes at the smell. “These “shackles” have very sharp blades made of silver inside them. If you as much as flinch the wrong way, they will cut deep just enough into the veins to where you’ll bleed to death because they won‘t come off so that your body will heal fast enough to stop the blood.”
“Silver does not brother me.” said Paul in a gruff. “I’m different.”
“But, you will still bleed.”
Paul sighs softy because he knew the ogre was right.
“Tell the Queen that he is awake now.” orders the ogre to another large creature next to him, which was a troll. He gives the ogre a light nod, then walks off towards what appear to be a tall narrow bare tree. Even with the strong light of the full moon right over head from a opening from the other trees above in which they reflected the pale light off in there own way, the bare one just stayed as black as onyx as if no light was there.
The first ogre grabbed Paul by the scruff of his neck, which makes the werewolf bare his teeth a little in protest, however, this made the ogre with his other leathery dark green hand grab Paul’s shackles with more aggression and forces him to get onto his knees.
At the moment, Paul is glad he is still in his current form now because it’s much easier to kneel with two humanoid-type legs than the ones in his feral form which are more like the hind-type found on an actual wolf.
Even with his sharp light hazy blue eyes narrowed with anger, he can’t help at being just plain curious as the troll who has stopped next to the black tree lean toward to it and talked into one of its many twisted branches which then move a little as if a strong breeze is going by, however, there is none. Then it happens.
The tree begins to twist and turn as if it was made of a putty as it takes on a new form. The werewolf then is shocked as the twisting wood forms into a humanoid shape which is as dark as the tree first was until a beautiful woman began to appear in its place.
She was wearing a long lacy black outfit that resembled something both out of elegancies and gothic. Her hair which once made of many branches, was now long, soft and black as it fell behind her bare back.
In her right hand she was holding a long silver scepter with a crystal that was the size of a baseball within its hilt giving off in an eerie glow mixture of green and blue light, almost the same way a disco ball would behave.
She then opens her eyes which were blue as Neea’s were and in a way, resembles hers as well, except Neea’s did not give Paul the cold shiver down his long spine as if this one did.
Paul’s own wolf’s instincts were telling him; “This woman was not a trusting human being.” That is, if this person in black is human to begin with.
As soon as the woman’s transforming was completed, the troll next to her bowed to honor her until he touched the ground, the ogre next to Paul put a great deal of more force on his neck making him bow as well, however, his snout hit’s the ground hard enough that he makes a noise within his nose to get the dirt and loam out of it.
“Silence, mutt.” says the ogre as he now bows next to him.
The woman in black makes a light bow with her head and with her hand gives the gesture to rise again. Paul is forced back to his knees once more as his legs are kicked out from under neigh him.
The woman then takes a couple of feet up to were Paul and the ogre was. She moves her specter with the glowing ball end down to Paul’s faces which is lit up by the changing colors. She smile’s at him.
“Herwn chotdole a swumera?” she says to Paul who is greatly puzzled by her words because her tongue is a langue he has never heard of her langue before, and he has been around the Earth more than once. Paul just looks at her dumbfounded. Her eyes grow narrow in return.
“Herwn chotdole a swumera?” she says again, however, with more tone. Again, Paul did not understand her words at all.
The woman sighs, then with a few gestures with her right hand and spinning her specter over her head like a battle staff she speaks to Paul again.
“Can you understand me now?”
Paul looks up right at her and nods.
“Yes.” he says with surprise. “I can. What did you just do?”
A simple translation spell, my friend.” she replies with a satisfied grin to her somewhat pale face. My “Adversary” has a similar spell of this kind in incrusted in that pair of golden wings she has shown you. Anyone she is near or near her will be able to understand her and in return, she will be able to understand what ever tongue they speak of.”
“’Adversary’?” quotes Paul within a grunt as his wolf ears pointing upward. “You must mean, ‘Neea’, correct?”
The woman then points her sepulture to another tree behind her which looked like a young White Burch, it to began to twist like the first one did, however, it just cracks apart in many pieces and falls to the ground as if it was a old dried hollowed out log and revealing what was hidden inside it which was Neea’ who then falls it the ground in a clump.
The woman then walks over and helps up the younger one with a gentle hand and brings her over before Paul, however, her head is facing down to the ground the whole time it as if she is in a sleepwalk.
Paul looks up at Neea’ with concern then angrily at the woman in black.
“What’s wrong with her?” demanded Paul. “She looks like she in a trance or something!”
“You are correct, Man of Wolf.” said the woman as she softy puts her hand through Neea’s hair, showing now some response from it. “She is indeed in what you call a trance, yet, she probably can tell you’re here in front of her. In way, she is in a dream state; however, I control her because I need her.”
The Queen then holds up a small strange looking amulet that suddenly appears around the girl’s neck with a dim glowing gem in its center.
“May I ask why?” asked Paul as he now notices the amulet.
“Your going to die tonight, so why not.” she said plainly as she holds up Neea’s head with her eyes still closed. “You see, Neea’ is my niece.”
“Oh great!” says Paul with in a deep gruff as interrupts and he shakes his head back and forth in disgust. “This is a kind of “family squabble” I’m in! These always get messy, woman!”
“Silence, pup!” growls the ogre as he puts both of his large hands over Paul’s muzzle. The woman looks at Paul with narrowed eyes again.
“That’s “Queen”, ‘Man of Wolf‘.” she corrects him as she orders the ogre to take his hand off of Paul’s muzzle.
“I don’t give a steaming pile of camel floppy that you are!” Paul barks out then suddenly goes down to a more respectful tone to the Queen. “But, I do wish to understand why you are doing this to her. By the way, the name‘s “Wulfsbane”, your Majesty. ”
The Queen looks at Paul with great supposition then contuses on.
“As you now understand, Wolfsbane. I’m Neea’s Aunt, her father’s sister. And little Neea’ here is the rightful heir to her family’s long standing legacy to one of the most prized Kingdoms where we both came from.” The Queen goes on. “You see, her parents are now both dead and she must take the throne very soon. However, if she can not. Then the next one is the family from her side of her father.”
“That’s where you come in, right?” asks Paul.
“Yes, I’m the ruler of a Kingdom to the South of hers and I want to add Neea’s to my own.” the Queen answered as she continues to stroke Neea’s hair. “At first, I was going to have her disappear forever, but, she somehow was able to find the old spell that first helped her, and her parents escape this world back to ours when she was just a young child.”
“Wait a second, I’m lost here.” exclaimed Paul with his ear‘s perked up. “’Helped her and her parents escape this world back to ours?’ What do you mean?”
“My brother knew how to make successive travel way spells, ones that where powerful enough to open doorways to other worlds. One day he slipped up and ended up in your world. In fact, this very “opening” is not too far from here. Soon he meet the woman that would become his wife and give him a child named; “Neea’.”
“Your from a different world?” asked Paul looking around everybody. “This does explain a few things here.”
“Yes.” answered the Queen. “The world we come from would be something like your world’s tales of mythical places.”
“I see.” says Paul vehemently as he moves his eyes around carefully as he studied everyone he could see.
“Today, you came into the way of making yourself very useful to me.” the Queen went on. “I followed her here and reading her mind, she told everything about you. My brother did tell me once about creatures like you that have the…beast side of yourselves. If you do bite someone, they will become like you, yes?”
Paul looks at the Queen right in the eye, yet, stays quite.
“If you don’t answer me, Wulfsbane.” said the Queen pointing to the ogre holding him. “I’ll have him rip off your head now.”
“Yes.” he answered in anger.
“Good.” she replied coldly. “I want you to turn Neea’ into one of your kind. So, that she can not ever be allowed to come back home and be ruler. Her people could never accept her for this. An abomination, if you will?”
“Sorry.” says Paul with a grin. “My ‘kind’ is not what you call the standard werewolf. In order for me to make a transfer any of my powers, I must be at threat and/or be willing to give the power away. It’s a way we keep our numbers down in the world so we can keep a low profile going. It’s worked for centuries.”
“’Threat‘, yes?” quoted the Queen with her grin returning. “You know little Neea’ here can become rather…large.”
“’Little?’ Ha!” quotes Paul within a deep guffaw while showing all his sharp teeth is a very satirist grin. “That’s the understatement of the day! But, even at eight feet. If we were to fight, if that’s what you’re thinking of. She’s still no match for me! I fought many kinds of weres’ that were bigger than her. From lions, tigers and bears to hogs, rats and bats! I usually win because I can use my own military combat training and experience I have learned from my human side to give me a good advantage instead of relying on “brute force” in battle!”
The Queen just scoffs at Paul words and backs away from him. She then looks at Neea’ then back at Paul again.
“Do you really think that eight feet is all she can do, Wulfsbane?” she asks as she holds up her scepter over her head.
“Uh, oh.” grumbles Paul to himself as he looks back at Neea‘ who is still motionless, yet looked peaceful. “I didn’t like the way she just said that!”
Neea’s face’s expression changed slowly as she tighten her eye lids and bared her teeth, suddenly drops to her knees, wraps her arms around herself as she makes herself into a tight ball. She then starts to make a noise as if she was under great deal of pain or struggle.
All Paul can do is look in awe as he starts to see the incredible metamorphosis unfold before him as he watched Neea’ begin to grow slowly larger by the inch then a foot. Soon, he could tell that even as she was hunch over, she was beyond the height he has already wittiness from her earlier.
As she grew upward, both light from the fire and moon shined down around her body, it appeared that the material that made up Neea’ outfit first would stretch out to the point where to was about to tear open, however, at the last moment a bluish white light enveloped around her whole body, the coverall grew until it matched her new size and continued on with this amazing growth process.
Soon she came to the point where if she were to stand up straight, she would be at fifteen feet in height; suddenly she lifts up her head and a part of her back to where everyone could see that her face now which clearly showed she was in a great struggle to what was happening to her.
Next she moved her right knee off the muddy ground to where she left an imprint there and sent her foot down on it while keeping the left knee still in the ground as if she was genuflecting to a god, both sank in by her increasing weight.
Neea’ then lifts up her arms until they are half way out to her sides and makes her hands into tight fists with tensed muscle showing up.
All this time her eyes were closed shut, yet, in the flickering fire light made by the bon fire below her, Paul could see tears in anguish fall against her cheeks as she reached twenty feet in height and still going.
The sight of the tears alone was squeezing sharply at his stomach while ripping into his very soul. Because in a strange, yet, familiar way, he could understand what Neea’ was going through right now. Just like himself when he became a werewolf for the very first time and little afterward, he like some many others fought with everything they could to find within themselves, sadly, until they could learn to control their other side, they lost to the “beast”.
“What’s wrong with her?” asks the ogre with the oblong tooth to the Queen as she looks on with an evil grin on her face. “I don’t recall her acting like this before!”
“Oh, she’s alright.” she plainly says to her Captain. “She’s just having some growing pains, that’s all.”
Paul curses in his throat at weather she was being truthful or not, that smirk on her face enraged Paul as he growled and bared his sharp teeth.
“Fools!” he yelled in a bark, so loud in fact in startled the ogre and a few armed goblins who came out of hiding behind some trees. “Can’t you see?! She’s fighting it! You don’t have compete control over her!”
The Queen just looks at Paul in a very calm look.
“I know that.” she explains as if nothing is happening around her. “However, if you look at the amulet she is wearing around her neck? As she becomes larger in size, the power grows too. It feeds off of her essence.”
Paul’s eyes grow larger as he takes in the Queen’s words, he then looks up back up at Neea’ who has stopped growing. However, she is still hunched and looms right over Paul and the two other ogres who look a little nervous.
Neea’ still has her eyes closed and is breathing hard enough as if she had just ran in the Boston Marathon , easily showing at being exhausted after going through all that. She slowly moves both her now huge hands back to the ground with just like the rest of her body has done and they too sink into the soft ground a bit.
In the back on Paul’s mind after just seeing that, he couldn’t help, but, think about what the French scientist Antione Lavoisier said about in the “Law of Conservation”; “Mass in itself is neither created nor destroyed.”
Nevertheless, what Neea’ alone has done before him today, it just opened a whole debate about that Law in itself. Unfortunately, right now he going to have to put off of thinking of what he is going to say to his former Physics Professor at his next class reunion because what the Queen does next pulls him back into the situation at hand.
The Queen brings her staff’s green crystal to her mouth and whispers one word that Paul hears loud and clear.
“Stand.”
Neea’ swiftly opens her eyes as they are no longer blue, yet, deep green and she moves her left leg up then her right knee and stands brusquely straight up to her new full height. All thirty feet of her.
Neea’ snap’s off a few tree limbs on the way up and they fall around Paul, the troll and the ogre, who gets hit in the head by a big one.
Her huge form now blocks out the bright moon and her shadow is cast over Paul and the others like a black silk veil.
“Yipe.” he says just like normal wolf or dog would really say as he folds his ears back and looks up at her.
With a few hand gestures by the Queen, Paul’s shackles “pop” off and fall to the ground. He looks them over them quickly to make sure they were all right. Just some light scratches.
“I did that so you would have a fight of a chance, Wolf of Man.” she says icy as she brings her staff up once more and whispers again into it, however, this time it was much more aggressive.
“Crush him.” she orders while pointing at the werewolf.
“’Crush’?!” quotes Paul with a fearful tone and his pointed ears perk up strong.
Those words alone cut right through Paul like a cold sharp blade as both of the Queen’s “muscle” run off in two directions which Paul looks both ways as they ran, next he looks right up at Neea’ who’s face is now full of anger as she raises and then throws her huge right hand down at the tiny werewolf with full force.
“Aww, Shinto!” he yells out a place in Japan instead of a word that means another name for “Poop” as he just barely misses the blow as he jumps high into the air within a “grunt“, out of the way of Neea’s fist as it slams into the ground, kicking up black dirt and tan loam. Even before he could get all his bearings as he landed back down to the earth, he is forced to move again at inhuman speeds, as Neea’s other fist whooshes by him and strikes a large Red Pine tree instead in which it’s ripped out of the ground, flies through the air and shortly crashes into a group of other trees.
Paul was now able to hide behind other Red Pine tree just to the right side of Neea who is looking around for him ferocity.
“Wow!” he says to himself in disbelief, as he wipes off his face down to his muzzle from the dirt that has gotten on it. “Egad, what power! And speed! She’s quick for her size, definitely up there in the “Weapon of Mass Destruction” range!”
Neea’s spots him in the corner of her right eye; she slams herself against the pine that Paul was hiding at. He’s fast as he runs away, however, Neea’ is the faster one as she moves her left arm around the pine tree which most of it’s needles fall off and was able to grab the small werewolf.
Paul was able to slip through her fingers as they closed around him, however, he trips over the giant’s girl’s “pinky” finger and he falls into a small mud pit. Neea’ just stenches out her arm some more and she was able to get a good hold on the wolf man, who is now covered in dark mud.
Neea’s stands up once more to her massive size bringing the still struggling werewolf to her face.
Paul was able to turn himself around to face Neea’s face which just showed now every little emotion and other than just turning green a short time ago, her eyes looked empty.
“Neea’!” Paul shouts up to her. “I bet you can hear me!”
Neea’s eyes then look right at Paul who manages to get both his arms free from her iron grip and pounds his chest.
“If I can control “THIS”!” he says referring to the werewolf he is. “You can control yourself! Think who you are, why you are here! Use that will power of yours that makes you become what you are now! Snap out of it! Now!”
A small toothy smile actually comes to Paul’s muzzle as he can see Neea’s eyes react to his words. He wag his tail if could, if it wasn’t pressed against his back right now. She blinks a few times and shakes her head, then looks down at him with a light grin to her face as she is glad to see him and loosens her grip some.
“Hi. What’s up?” she says softy as her still feminine, yet now powerful voice makes his ultra acute hearing rattle so much that he was forced to cover his wolf style ears. Neea‘s sees this and covers her mouth and tries to speak in a whisper. “Sorry.”
He looks up at her trying to give a more comfortable smile back.
“’Hi?!‘ ’What’s up’?” he quotes as he flickers both ears and looks down at the ground. “Funny.”
A larger grin appears on Neea’s face, however, that quickly disappears as her other free hand is slapped on her head as the amulet around her grows brighter.
“Little fool!” says her Aunt’s words now both in hers and Paul’s mind. “And you, you wrenched beast! How dare you defy me! She does have a strong will, but, my magic is stronger! Neea’ I said; “Crush him”! NOW!”
The Queens voice cuts into Neea’s mind like sharp daggers, she lets out a cry from the pain and her powerful grip once more tightens around Paul who let’s out an agonizing painful roar from the pressure he is now feeling around his own body. If he were just a normal man he would be dead by now, however, thanks to his other self he is holding on, yet, he can begin to feel his rib cage getting ready to cave in and his spine snap. If he doesn’t get free, he’s done.
While still struggling against the magic upon her , Neea’ drops to her right knee and with Paul still in it, moves her left arm into the crown of a Jack Pine tree which is as tall as her. Paul crashes through a few branches and slams next to the main trunk as Neea’s death grip goes on him still.
In a desperate attempt he makes the claws on his hands grow longer and with force slams them into the tree’s thick trunk like huge hooks and pulls with everything he’s got.
Thanks to the mud on him, it acts like a lubricant, he slips out of her hand and falls down, hitting a couple of large branches down to the ground. The last one he hit’s knocks him right back in front of the blazing fire pit, however, this time on the other side of it where the Queen , the troll and ogre were as they look on.
Showing he was still in pain, Paul let’s out a deep groan as he shakes his head. Then he sees it, just sticking halfway out of the fire pit itself and gets an idea just as Neea’s right hand slams down on top of him.
His head, shoulders, and most of his arms are between her first and middle fingers which are now the size of logs pushing him down into the warm soft ground.
As Paul can feel himself sink down into the dirt like a pressed down stone, he was able to wiggle some more of himself out from under Neea’s crushing palm. In desperation, he then throws both hands out on to a long pole-like branch that was half-way out of the blazing fire as the other half has burned to the point of being shaped like a hot ember spear. He tightens his grip around the pole as Neea’ closes her hand around the werewolf as it digs into the ground the same way a clamshell on a pay loader would act.
In a clump of black soil, loam, tree and plant roots and fiery embers? Neea’ once more brings Paul up to her face, however, this time closer to her right eye to get a better look at what she had in her hand because it was dark as the moon went behind a cloud now.
As she brings the pile of dirt closer to her eye to see if he is on longer moving , yet, she suddenly stops cold when she see Paul sit up and swing around the six foot burning pole which he was able to hide it behind his back and Neea’s fist.
Within a angry roar and fierce look in his eyes, he moves the fiery end of the pole forcedly right up to the giant girl’s eye, however, stops short of his strike to where he could see the light of the very flame and glowing embers reflect off of her cornea.
Neea’ is frozen like a statue as she looks right at Paul. The only thing that did move was her right eye as it grew naturally smaller from the increased light before it. The Queen could swear his very own eyes glowed in the dark.
Paul, focusing harder into the girl’s green eye sees something that he should’ve noticed in the first place. Anger over comes him from the near-sight.
“I’m a fool!!” he lets out within the loudest roar anyone has heard yet. He twirls the pole over his head a few times and at first with some hesitation, yet, still does it in the end. He slams the burning end of the pole into Neea’s hand in the area between the thumb and first finger where he knew it would be soft. The pole pierces through the skin and into muscle as it sinks in with a sizzle.
In reaction, Neea’ let’s out a yell that echo’s for miles over the hilly landscape and a face that finally revealed another emotion, yet, this one was pain. She opens her hand up and drops Paul who was able to land on the ground on ‘all fours’ between her ankles.
“Move!” Paul ordered himself as he struggles to get air into his lungs; he can see the Queen and her two bodyguards just gloating at him through the orange flames of the bonfire itself.
He doesn’t wait another second to see what’s going on overhead as he uses his powerful legs to leap into the air and jump almost over the flames of the fire and he sees his target as he comes over it.
The ogre with the oblong tooth is taken quite back as he sees the werewolf leap over the fire in a pounce position and is coming right at him, however, he’s even more taken off guard at what the werewolf says to him on the way down.
“Gangway way, fathead!” roars out Paul with a crazy looking wicked grin on his face as he lands on the top of the ogre’s large head with one leg, which in turn pushes the ogre backward just enough to knock him off his balance, next Paul pushes himself off back into the air adding more force to the downward path of the ogre. After doing a mid-air flip, Paul lands back down on the ground and takes off like a shot.
The ogre land on the ground hard, however, gets back up quickly.
The Queen was not amused at this, as she watches the werewolf named “Wulfsbane” make his way into the woods. Two goblins armed with spears come out from their hiding spots behind the trees to try and stop him; however, Paul just simply swats them away.
“I’m going to make a new coat out of your furry hide!” shouts the ogre with anger at Paul. “And what’s ever left, I’ll use the scraps to wipe my…!?”
Before he could finish his words, Neea’ huge left boot lands next to him heavily and startled him, however, he’s then knocked down from behind by tip end of her right boot as she makes her way over the fire pit. She gives her Aunt an icy glare as she looks down at her and runs after Paul, knocking down trees smaller than her that were in her way.
“Good girl.” says the Queen with her grin returning now. “Go get the doggy. I knew I could get you to do it. My instrument to power.”
Paul hears what sounded like a series of explosions, as he looks behind him to see the giant girl come after him with aggression. The moon came back out and gave her white outfit as bluish look to it with the shadows of the trees getting in the way.
“Aww, man!” he murmured as he knew this was some serous stuff he was in. Now the “Hunter has become the Hunted.”
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“I don’t believe you, Wulfsbane!” barks out Jake as he stops writing down in his steno notebook, looks up at Paul and pointing his pen out at him with aggression. “Or should I say; I shouldn’t believe you because this is way too farfetched to swallow. And coming from a werewolf much like yourself, that’s something!”
Paul holds up his arms and moves the upper portion side to side.
“Look around you, sir!” he says as he then slowly stands up. “We are in the very same place where this all has happen! The Ring of Council of the Northern Clans! The “fire pit” itself. As you can see from the damage alone just by Neea’ you must clearly understand it took someone or thing pretty strong to do all this! Besides, the air, wood and ground around here is still soaked with their scents. The Queen with her magic, and her minions. Especially Neea’s because of her size at the time. It still can be picked up for miles.”
“Yes.” admitted Jack with a gruff. “I know, I know. This has been shown true by the Clan’s own Investigator and he himself has said that what has ever happened here was differently something beyond what is called; “unusual actions“. Sit, we must go on with your story because right now you’re the only one who can fill in the gaps of all these events.”
Paul does so and takes another swallow from his mug being careful at doing so because drinking from something that was meant to be used by a human instead of a werewolf’s muzzle can be a challenge at times. It’s not a surprise among his kind to use a straw to drink between their teeth.
Jake was looking back over his notes quickly.
“Now as you have explained it, Neea’ was not in control of her actions most of the time?” inquired Jake as his face showed that he was pondering about his notes.
“Yes, that’s true.” replied Paul with a concerned look in his eyes. “Right down to her growth abilities. The bigger she got, the harder it was for her to control herself. In a way, she was just a giant marionette, a puppet and the Queen was putting the strings that night.”
“Reminds me of when those vampires awhile back that tried to make us there slaves. They soon realized that were not the kind of Pack to be dealt with so easily. Brains over bourn won on that final climactic battle and having strong will power.” said Jake with pride.
“I suppose.” replied Paul scratching the bottom of his muzzle lightly. “But, those peculiar vampires were just a bunch of pucks trying to make a name for themselves with the higher order of vampires. I think it safe to say; “They bit off more then they could chew in the end.”
The middle-age werewolf lowly chuckle’s at Paul’s words as he writes down for a bit, and then looks up at Paul who now has a serous look to his face.
“There’s a great deal more.” he says. “We’ve just hit the tip of this iceberg.”
“I’m sure there is.” says Jake as he looks at his pen then shows that he’s ready to go on recording.
“Let’s just start saying;” explains Paul as he looks into the fire pit which is still burning strong. “I’m so glad that the forest around here is so dense because it was the only thing that was slowing that immense human being down…a little.”

Part II anyone? Let me know and feedback please?
Copyright 2007 by: CDP

Sounds good to me! Whatever works!

The time period? I say late in the summer of 1998. There are a few stories I that I've done in the past I wish I could put here, however, just like you said; "R-rated sexuality." Mostly in the growth sections.