She rode her companion with care.
Or rather the care that came from ingrained instinct and skill, compensating for the lunging motions for the leaps. At times, leaning against his bone plates along his spine, mindful of the spikes and spurs.
Around her were her other companions, enormous as only she could make them.
She howled loudly and directed her companions towards the chasm that marked the border of her pack's territory.
The squelching of stone and wet earth beneath the feet of her companions loud in the silence of the woods. She knew it was raining, the few drops of water that made it past the green canopy above touching her face and arms and legs, the rest of her body was covered by a wolf fur pelt.
Today, she was hunting.
They knew of her territory, the region that she had marked as hers.
They knew and yet, they defied her. They had dared to enter her territory, to cross. Insultingly, they had not given tribute as the villagers and woodsmen had. No sweet water, no honey cakes.
And so, she hunted.
Her heart beat as one with her wolf companions that she called family; sister and brother, father, mother, daughter and son. Well, they were not of her get, but they were her family.
She cared for the young, made sure they grew up strong and big. And the adults, she made into giants when they left their lair.
Those without demons or spirits in their hearts called her goddess and paid her tribute to enter her territory. To hunt.
It was rare for those to not know of her territory, the dark woods on the mountain were hers. And yet, these humans had dared to cross her territory without tribute. Without appeasing her or her companions. They had known, she had seen their backtracks leading from the villages to the east.
Men and women clad in iron, heavily burdened oxen driven forwards by men.
She had seen them, and she was displeased. Such a thing was not permitted, for if one dared to rise their hand against her, more would.
And so, she had taken the time to grant her companions, her family, the strength that lay within her body, making monsters of wolves.
The entire pack, save for the young pups and bitches who cared for them.
Today, she hunted. And the cost for crossing her territory would be paid in full, in blood and flesh.
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Of Demons and Spirits : Wolf Goddess
Worm
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This is a straight out AU and not a cross-over. Based on the talk of the medieval Parahumans on the Space battles forum thread for Worm Ideas.
Because Bitch is horrifying in a medieval type society. A pack of HOW MANY wolves enhanced by Bitch?!