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While it had taken far longer than either of them would have liked, Selene and Edwin had finally managed to locate the prison their old friend's erstwhile apprentice had been taken to. What didn't take nearly as long was distracting the guards on duty and making their way down to the dungeon level without getting spotted.

Selene peered into the largest cages in the prison, finding no trace of any humanoid creature within,

"Godsdamnit," she hissed, "did they move him already?" She heard Edwin hum uncertainly from the other side of the room,

"I don't believe so, the shift change isn't for another two or three hours yet." he said, "Maybe —?" he was cut off by a soft cackle from Chrackle, who was perched on a shelf above a series of smaller cages,

"Over here." he called, trying to keep his croak as quiet as he possibly could, "Little weasel in bottom right cage."

Selene frowned as she looked over in her familiar's direction. While she knew he could speak and understand Sylvan, Fai had never learned it so why would his apprentice know it even they were polymorphed?

"You sure?" she asked. Chrackle clacked his beak in exasperation,

"Sure." came the terse reply, "Said he forced into animal form and locked in anti-magic cage so no change back." The magpie cocked his head, "Said it natural ability, not Polymorp."

Edwin frowned momentarily before snapping his fingers,

"He's a Hengeyokai!" he exclaimed, "Poor fellow was probably forced into his animal form at some point and got stuck in it when he was put into the cage. Probably so he'd be easier to handle."

"Easier to handle? Have you tried catching a weasel when it's trying to escape? I think I still have some scars from the time I tried to get a hold of Mika when he went rummaging in my pack for food at one point." Selene grumbled. Edwin shrugged,

"It's easier than dealing with a humanoid that can cast a bunch of spells." he pointed out, "Especially if you're wearing sufficiently armoured gloves." He glanced to the doorway leading back out of the dungeon, "In any case, it looks like we're going to have to hire some help to get that cage unlocked." he sighed, "Anti-magic means neither of us can open it here."

Selene snorted and crossed her arms,

"No chance, the only rogue I've ever trusted, and will ever trust, was Alexis. I'm not bribing some random stranger to help us only to get double-crossed and stabbed in the back, thanks." She looked over to Chrackle and grinned, "Besides, who said we needed to hire help anyway?"

Edwin frowned in consternation as Selene rummaged in her pockets, only to produce two extremely shiny silver coins. She held them up into a beam of light that was filtering through a crack in the wall behind her,

"Chrackle, you want to get your beak on a couple of coins from Royal Lendle?" Chrackle's head spun to look at the coins, his head cocking,

"Listening." he croaked. Selene's grin widened as she pulled out her spellbook,

"How about you take a look at that lock and find the key for us? I'll even throw in access to all all my utility spells for the day." she added, waving the book. Chrackle narrowed his eyes,

"Deal only if access to whole book."

"One use of Fireball in case of an emergency."

"Two uses, or Chain Lightning."

"Chain Lightning drops the coins."

There was a moment of silence before Chrackle finally clacked his beak, "Coins, all utility and two fireball then."

The little weasel, who had come to the front of his cage, gave Selene a long look. The wizard shrugged,

"You end up with a magpie as a familiar, then we can talk about you judging me." She returned her attention to Chrackle, "Well, get cracking, or you're not getting anything." Chrackle gave her an annoyed cackle, but quickly fluttered down and clung onto the front of the cage, peering at the lock. Edwin walked slowly over to Selene,

"You sure Chrackle can help with this?" he asked incredulously. Selene nodded,

"Absolutely, he figured out how to tell roughly what kind of key fit a lock when we were younger. It got him completely banned from visiting Wolftown after he snatched the keys to several jewellry stores in town at one point. Alexis then spent some time helping him refine his… uhh… talent, when she found out it was something he could do."

Edwin stayed quiet, ruminating over this new revelation as he watched Chrackle finish inspecting the lock. The magpie cackled and immediately dashed out the door, casting Invisibility on himself. Just two minutes later, there was a shout, a yelp and a cry of 'Ghosts!' a moment before a ring of keys flew into the room and hovered in front of Selene. Selene sighed and took a hold of the ring,

"The whole lot, really?"

"Hard get right one off. Sleep spell no work." Chrackle's voice croaked from her shoulder. There was another pause before one of the keys lifted up and away from the others. Selene huffed out a sigh, then looked over to Edwin as she took a hold of the key to the cage,

"Edwin, be a dear and either make us a new exit or block the guards from getting in so I can make one instead. Looks like we're doing this the hard way after all." she quipped. The weasel squeaked frantically,

"Jin say he use mini-teleport spell once free." Chrackle's voice translated "Big enough to get all outside." Selene beamed at the weasel,

"Excellent. Still, might be a good idea to block off that doorway, Edwin."

Edwin grumbled as he pulled out his Holy Symbol,

"You are having entirely too much fun, given everything is going wrong right now." he muttered. He heaved a sigh, muttered out a prayer and cast Wall of Thorns over the doorway, "There, that should buy us a minute or two."

"Not that we'll need it." Selene replied as the cage door swung open, "Thank you Chrackle, excellent work as always. I'll give you your reward once we're somewhere the guards can't confiscate it." There was a croak of acknowledgement from the ether as the weasel jumped out of the cage, scurried a few feet away, then glowed as it stood upright and grew to about 4 feet tall. The humanoid weasel sighed as it stretched out its back and arms,

"That's better. Animal form is fine for sneaking around and exploration, a pain in the buttocks for doing much of anything else." His ears twtiched as the sound o heavily armoured boots echoed down the hall, "Anyway, introductions and explanations can wait. Let's get out of here before the guards get a big enough fire going to burn through those thorns." He gestured for Edwin and Selene to stand beside him and looked around curiously, "Our little feathered friend with us? Good. Hold on!"

Selene quickly held her breath while Edwin grimaced as space folded around the little group as the Dimension Door spell completed. The keyring jangled as the cage door swung in the sudden breeze created by the small, temporary vacuum as the guards burned through the thorns barring their path.

A tall, ashen coloured dwarf with black lacquered armour stepped into the dungeon. His nose wrinkled at the stink of arcane magic in the air. He turned to glower at the nervous gnome hovering in the doorway behind him,

"You tell me there are ghosts haunting this place. I sense nothing more than simple parlour tricks designed to get you to leave your post." he growled. The gnome squeaked and shuffled back a few steps,

"I — I'm sorry my Lord Inquisitor. B— but there was no indication o— of…" he gulped, trailing off at the stern stare levelled at him. The Duregar snorted, glanced at the cage that had been opened, then turned his attention to his kin gathered behind the gnome guardsman,

"Inform Lord Vaul that there appears to be a breach in the arcane defenses of the town. No doubt the escape of this particular prisoner will be of great interest to him." One of the other Duregar saluted and promptly marched outside. The Inquisitor turned his gaze back to the guardsman, who shrank even further into himself, "As for you," he stated flatly, "As you have been so utterly derelict in your duty, I rather think some time in the mines will be enough to remind you of what it means to work."

"My— My Lord. No, please — I —I beg you, not there."

"I'm afraid execution is reserved only for those who cannot work. You will not escape the punishment you deserve through death. Take him."

The gome screamed as two more Duregar grabbed his arms and dragged him out of the stairway. The Inquisitor kneeled and ran a finger over the area where the Dimension Door had been cast,

🌌 Fandoms:

The fandoms that I write for have branched out into different genres recently, and they are as follows:

Dying Light.

The Last of Us.

13 Reasons Why.

Silent Hill.

Until Dawn.

The Dark Pictures Anthology.

Madagascar.

Kung Fu Panda.

Shrek.

Grand Theft Auto V.

Saints Row 2.

Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Avatar.

Vikings.

The Tudors.

The Chronicles of Narnia.

Night at the Museum.

Death Stranding.

🥊 WWE - Favourite Wrestlers:

If anyone here are WWE fans, please feel free to reach out because I'd love to meet some of the community! :)

Here's a list of my favourite wrestlers, as well:

Cody Rhodes.

Ronda Rousey.

Rhea Ripley.

Sami Zayn.

Jey Uso.

Jimmy Uso.

Tiffany Stratton.

CM Punk.

AJ Lee.

Iyo Sky.

🌐 Accounts:

I'm available to chat through Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. If anyone would like to talk there, please let me know via private messaging.

Writing Accounts: FFN / AO3 / Wattpad / Pinterest / Spotify.

🎭 Filmography:

1. Heaven Upside Down - An Unofficial Music Video (Marilyn Manson) - Nora (2018).

2. The Last of Us Part II - Wayfaring Stranger (Unofficial Music Video) - Ellie (2018).

3. There's Something In The Shadows (Short Film) - Megan (2019).

4. The Cured - A Dying Light Film - Libby Mason (2019).

📖 Policies:

Adult Policy

I do occasionally post adult material on this blog. It will always be hidden beneath a read more line. I ask that if you are a minor, please do not follow me.

Anti or Pro-Ship Policies

I believe that fiction is not reality and I support the right of creators to explore dark and light themes in their work. Should I have any dark themes in my writing, I will always mention them in a trigger warning.

I do not use labels such as "proshipper," because I find them reductive and often used to silence nuanced conversation. I value artistic freedom, responsible storytelling and respectful discourse.

Please know that it is never my intention to make anyone uncomfortable or upset. I am truly sorry if I do.

Ask Policy

As of now, I do not allow anons, but that could change in time. If I recieve hate mail, I will block the account without further engagement.

Real Person Fiction Policy

I do sometimes explore RPF as an alternative future for some of my OCs, but I would like to clarify that it is not real.

💌 OTP / OCxCanon & OCxOC Information:

I support multiple pairings in writing, so I'm happy to explore and appreciate various dynamics without being attached to just one.

I don't participate in ship wars or look down on other shippers, because I believe there is room for all interpretations and connections.

Post Updated: May 21st, 2025.

"Mamaaaaaaa, I don't wanna wear this suit! It's itchy," the wolf pup whined.

"I know, baby. I know. It'll only be for a little while," Wolf Mother said as she straightened the wool suit on her pup.

"We all gotta wear one, cub." Wolf Father patted his pup's head, "Now, come on, we don't wanna be late. And the sooner we get there, the sooner we can get back here and take these itchy clothes off."

"There's a treat in it for you to be on your best behavior, baby," Wolf Mother said before licking her paw and smoothing down her pup's fur

The wolf pup's eyes grew wide, "Treat?"

"Is there a treat in it for me too?" asked Wolf Father with a slight wag in his tail.

"Tsk. Behave. Both of you then maybe you'll find out what it is."

"Mama, I ain't wearing the suit."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes. You. Are," Wolf Mother carefully dragged out each word as she took three steps closer and shoved the wool suit into her growing pup's paws. 

"Listen to your mama," Wolf Father too late piped up in a drawl.

"But it's so itchy and stiff!"

"So are ours, baby."

"Nobody else has to wear one, why do we?"

The Wolf Mother and Wolf Father looked over their pup's head, locking eyes. An understanding passed in silence. Both leaned down to their pup's level.

"Baby... if you haven't noticed... we're... different..." Wolf Mother trailed off.

"So? No one except for identical twins are the same and even then, their minds ain't the same."

"Cub, everyone wears a suit."

"No they—"

Wolf Father held up a paw, "Nah— nah, let me finish. Everyone wears a suit. Some wear itchy, stiff wool suits like us. Others wear suits that are too big and are constantly falling off them. Even more wear suits that are too tight and pinch them in uncomfortable places—"

"Wolf—" Wolf Mother warned.

"What are you Wolfing me for? I'm keeping it pup friendly. Ahem. What, I'm trying to tell you, is... no one goes running around naked, right?"

"Uh," the wolf pup hesitated, "right."

"What were to happen if we went running around in only our fur coats?"

"We'd get... dirty?"

"Ok, yes, but what else?"

"...Arrested?"

"Exactly! So put on your suit and quit the yapping or we'll be late."

The wolf pup was now a grown Wolf. Now living on their own in their own den. Wolf Mother and Wolf Father still check in from time to time. It's the only reason why the Wolf still keeps the wool coat. When the Wolf first started to live on their own, wearing clothes that show off their black shiny fur, they noticed how others would stare. Was their fur not tidy enough? Was their tail matted? Or worse,— were they shedding? No, it took the Wolf a while to notice that the stares were directed at their big nail-tipped paws or their fanged muzzle.

But they kept refusing to constrict their being in the cursed wool suit. 

Their look started to draw attention of others.