This is a spice and wolf fanfiction only.
I guess you could say I am a trader by profession, but a hunter by nature. I once was an innocent trader buying and selling of goods between villages, but as I once traveled through a forest I was attacked by a rather smart, vicious, and fearless wolf.
When my encounter with the wolf ended, I managed to escape with my life, but not my health it would seem. As a young orphan at the age of nine most expected for me to die from the fever, sometimes back then I wish it had killed me.
You must be asking yourself why would I feel that way then? It's quite simple, the encounter caused the wolf to bite me and scratch me several times and this cause me to become ill. I lost a good amount of money on trading opportunities, but the worst was my so called innocence was shattered into a million pieces.
You see I came to realize that I contracted an illness, one that had no cure and would forever change the way I looked at the world and my life. On the first full moon, I felt a ravenous hunger, nothing like I ever felt before. I found myself chasing and killing a few rabbits, I killed them with my hands, and ate their meat as my mouth tore the flesh from their bones.
I was busy washing my hands and mouth until I saw the reflection of myself on the water of the river. I had changed so drastically that I barely recognized myself. I knew what had happened to me, and I knew humans, the ones I consider myself once a member of their kind, would hunt me down should they know of my condition.
For you see I contracted a rare, and hated illness and that illness is called Lycanthropy, meaning from the age of nine onward I was no longer considered a human, I was a werewolf.
Humans often think they know the world, but if my childhood taught me anything after my change was that humans don't see the world or at least they don't see it as well or as much of it as I could.
This illness sharpened my senses to knife's edge, and my senses told me when a lie was told, or when a trap was in my way. This allowed me to become quite the success, so much so that I spent more time hunting than trading for the ten years I called my childhood.
No matter the weather the moon always seem to be enchanting to me, I could stare at it for hours and never get tired. The full moon was especially so, the light made the world look more beautiful, and the night more pleasant.
I am currently nineteen years old, and in my years of trading, I became rather used to the ways of human trading, even if I prefer the company of wolves. My next stop was to see if I could purchase some wheat in the local trade center, and maybe go and see my old mentor and his daughter.
The price for the wheat was actually the salt I bought in a different town. I often did this when traveling alone. I would exchange one item for another and thus I would not need to carry money thus lowering my chances of getting robbed.
Not that it would matter, my claws were more than enough to take care of some lowly bandits.
As I made it into the village I saw them cutting and gathering the wheat. They sure looked happy that they had such a bountiful harvest, and many of them were actually already drinking. I looked at an old friend and decided to ask him a question.
"Hey, Lawrence nice of you to come and join us for the festivities. If you are looking for Cloe you are out of luck, she was the one chosen to be Holo this time around."
I couldn't help but laugh as he said that, "Cloe? As the wise wolf? What's next she is becoming a nun in that chapel I just went by? You know the armed guard that inspected my cart called all of your pagans."
One of the guys laughed as I said that and I heard him say something that made me laugh too. "And he told his to a werewolf of all people? Honestly, Lawrence, we don't worship that old wolf, we just like a good time after a tough harvest season that's all."
As the last of the wheat was collected I saw Cloe ran towards my cart and jump up to where I was sitting. "Long time since last I saw you, Kraft Lawrence, We need to catch up later, we are drinking together, your treat."
I looked at my friend as she ran towards the mill. Her father looked at me and was shaking his head, "You know my baby girl has quite the crush on you Lawrence. I guess I shouldn't complain, you are not such a bad guy after all."
I looked at my friend and long time trade contact and I tried hard not to smile. "I would think that you would not let one of your flock to get so interested in a person like me. You know how much of a wolf in cheap clothing I am."
"Well I don't care one bit, you and your wolf side are always welcome with me. Heck, we worshiped a wolf deity for generations here. You might want to take care of your horse however, I think he needs a drink of water. There is a nice clean stream a few hundred yards but I don't really need to tell you that do I?"
He was right, thanks to my condition I knew perfectly well the river was clean and safe to drink from. I left towards the river on my cart and just as soon as I got far away enough I unhitched my horse and let him have a drink from the river.
I walked over to my cart, and I looked at my covered cargo. The cart had a heavy cloth covering my cargo to keep thieves from looking in my cart, and to keep the goods from being damaged.
"So how long do you plan to sit in there without introducing yourself?" No response, I decided to take the cover off and boy did I get an eyeful. Those ears, her lips, her sizable breasts, the texture of her skin, not to mention the scent of her fur.
I touched her shoulder and tried my best to wake her up. "I must have fallen asleep, these furs are rather nice and warm, it helps with the coldness in the air. So you noticed me entering your cart, not bad for a human. I, however, expect a more respectful touch from one of those that worship me."
I looked at her and I must admit I was a bit upset at what she said. I had long given up being called human and in fact, I found it rather offensive. "I am not from the village that worships you Holo. Kindly don't call me a human, I don't particularly like it when people call me that."
She looked at me and grinned as she got down from the cart. "You look like a human, if you aren't a human which you look like one, then what exactly do you think you are?"
I guess a little demonstration was called for. I took a deep breath and decided to do a traditional wolf greeting. I let out my howl and even my horse was spooked by it. "It's impolite not to send a greeting back Holo."
I could not say it, but I liked the look of surprise on her face. I guess she got used to the smell of humans that she forgot there were people like me. "I demand that you drop this disguise and show me your true form!" I was not expecting the naked beauty in front of me to make that demand.
"I normally wouldn't. It's tradition to only show your true form to family or your mate. Since you are Holo, the wise wolf, I guess I should make an exception. I take off my clothes and drop on all fours. The change is much more rapid and less painful than when I was younger.
As I finish changing I see the smile on her lips, and I could smell something that was almost alluring coming off from her. I sat down and looked at her until she began to rub her nose against mine. I waited until she was done so that I could get back up and while standing I changed back into my human form.
"I never expected you to be a were, I need to know your name since you already know mine." She was pressing against me and I could feel her body against mine. She must be excited, cause her nipples were pushing against me and I think she was even in heat if the scent I got was correct.
"Kraft Lawrence, werewolf trader by profession. It's nice to meet you Holo, mind helping me out with a little problem I have?" She smiled and nodded her head. I told her I had some women's clothes in the cart she could wear.
