The Lone Wolf
Chapter Four: Mastering The Form.
Link was truly shocked at the appearance of his new form. He unsteadily forced himself
to his legs, took a few cautious steps, and fell on his face again.
He snuffled and shook the snow from his long snout. "Damn it!" he muttered darkly.
He got up on his paws again and tried to walk again.
After a few tries, he found that he had to let his legs curve back with the extra joint. It
was unusual, and was hard for Link to force himself to do, but at least he could walk
now.
"Ok, one step at a time…" He slowly walked to his mirror shield, The polished surface
was too distorted to use, so he instead went to the icy lake, the surface of it was as
smooth and reflective as a mirror, and Link was once again shocked as he looked at
himself in the ice.
"Oh, great goddesses…" he breathed in disbelief as he saw his own wolfish face. One
of his new paw/hands went to touch the altered face he now bore.
The muzzle was long and slender, the nose at the end of the muzzle was black and
shiny, and the lips were black as well. The ears were on the top of his head instead of the
sides, and he remembered how they flicked when he touched them, and with a slight
effort, he made them twist in various directions, as he did it, it almost instantly became
very easy.
He twisted his head to the left, and saw a thick ruff of fur that cascaded down the back
of his head, neck and the front of his throat and chest.
His whole body was altered, and Link realized just how wolfish he was when he
realized that he was naked.
His momentary shock abated when he realized that his loins were covered with a thick
layer of fur, something that he'd seen with the Wolfos' in the past.
In fact, the only untouched part of Link's whole body was his eyes. They were still the
same sapphire blue shade.
Link slowly sat down in the snow again, put his face in his new paws, and started to sob.
* * * *
It was almost an hour later that Link stopped crying, he started thinking furiously of
how to undo this curse and become a Hylian again. His thought's turned first to Termina,
but he couldn't get to there now. He'd have to try going to Hyrule, and see Zelda. She or
one of the other sages would probably know what to do to lift the curse.
Link looked at the sword and shield he had brought. He picked up the sword by it's
shoulder belt, opened the belt, and re-tied it around his now massive chest. The sword in
the sheath was now like a short sword rather than a long sword. He picked up the shield
and put that on his back over the sword, and started walking down the path in the same
direction, his steps still quite a bit unsteady and carefully balanced.
* * * *
Link headed straight back to Hyrule. As he got used to his new form, and walking with
the new leg shape, he found one great advantage to the other forms he'd experienced
before; it was very fast. The extra leg joint added quite an extra bit of bounce to his step.
It was almost four days since he'd first transformed, and the bag of provisions he'd
brought with him was empty. Link was starving, and he needed to hunt for food.
Suddenly he found himself wishing he'd brought his bow.
* * * *
Link found his nose to be a huge help in funding an animal to track. Within minutes, he
was on the trail of something.
He ran through the forest swiftly on his new legs, and soon found what he'd scented.
A large, healthy looking Deer, that was rooting in the snow for buried grass.
Link was about to rush it, but his shield and sword clanked together on his back, startled
the deer, and it ran off.
Link growled in annoyance, he took off his shield and looked at it for a minute before
looking around for a place to stow it and his other equipment till he'd caught something
to eat.
He noticed a hollow tree trunk nearby, just large enough to keep the shield and sword
out of sight. So, removing the shoulder belt, small provisions bag (which still held his
flint) and sword, he placed his equipment in the tree trunk, and looked at his claws
contemplatively.
"Well, if this eventually will be a new mask, I may as well master the abilities." He
muttered to himself.
Ho looked out where the deer had been standing. The snow was dug up from the deer's
rooting.
Going over to the dug up snow, Link got down on all fours, and sniffed the ground. He
found it a little strange to be hunting like this, but then again, so did rolling around as a
Goron spike ball.
The scent was sharp and clear in Link's wolfish nostrils, and without thinking, he started
walking off on the scent trail on all fours.
Link suddenly stopped walking when he realized that he was walking like a wolf. It
was surprisingly less effort than walking on two legs, although that had become almost
second nature to him already. He inwardly smiled to himself and continued onward.
Only two minutes after Link had gone off following the Deer's scent trail, a dark form
loped out from the woods. It went straight to the hollow tree where Link had stored his
equipment, and after a minute of fumbling around inside, left the area the way it had
come.
Bearing with it Link's sword and shield.
* * * *
Meanwhile, Link was closing in on the deer. Its scent was getting stronger, and he soon
found it rooting for grass again in a tiny clearing.
Link got as low on all fours as he could, and slowly crept towards the deer. At one
point, the thing looked almost directly at him, so Link shut his eyes and stuck his black
nose in the snow, and he became almost invisible against the snow. The deer looked at
him for a moment, then turned and continued to root in the snow for buried grass.
Link crept closer to the deer, till he was almost close enough to touch it.
Link sprang on the creature and pinned it to the ground, but the Deer managed to squirm
away before Hink was able to slash it with his claws.
The deer ran fleet and fast away from the massive white wolf, and Link quickly ran after
the deer at top speed, his four limbs carrying him quickly through the forest.
The deer ran long and fast, and Link didn't know if, even with the new strength of this
form, he could catch the deer while he was starving.
Eventually, the Deer stumbled on a snow hidden root, the creature lost it's footing and,
with a cry, it slid along the snowy ground for a few yards before it got back to it's feet.
But it was too late for it, Link had gained in the few seconds that the deer had slipped,
and sprang on it again. Slashing at it with his new claws, he ripped open the flesh on its
side, and the deer let out a cry of pain. It kicked at him with its cloven hooves, and Link
was struck in the side of the face with a glancing blow, he shook his head and sprang at
the creature's throat and the wolf instincts that Link had recently acquired took control.
Link's jaws and fangs suddenly found themselves sunk deep in the deer's throat.
Link jerked his head away from the deer without letting his jaws go of the creatures
throat, and with a sudden harsh rip, a large chunk of flesh was torn from it, along with the
jugular vein and windpipe.
The deer suddenly collapsed on the snowy ground as it's life blood spurted from the
gaping hole in it's neck, and stained the snow Crimson.
Link dropped the bit of flesh from his jaws and stared disbelievingly at what he had just
done. He'd often gone hunting before, as a Hylain, but he'd always dispatched his prey
cleanly and painlessly. Not like this
Link looked down at his paws, their white fur was blood stained, as was his muzzle.
Link sighed and grabbed the Deer by a foreleg and slung it over his shoulder, and set off
to get his flint and start a fire burning.
* * * *
Link arrived back at the tree trunk where he had left his equipment, and dropped the
deer carcass on the snow.
There was a set of tracks leading into and out of the hollow tree.
Link looked inside the trunk, and discovered it was empty. Link cursed himself for not
hiding it better. He sniffed the tracks, but the scent was cold. He couldn't make it out
right, nor could he follow it very far, as the wind had blown fresh snow over part of
whoever, or whatever's tracks.
Link sat down on his haunches. He looked at the dead deer, and heaved a long sigh.
Using his claws, Link ripped a gobbet of flesh from the deer carcass and popped it in his
mouth, chewed it for a second, and swallowed.
The taste of fresh blood was warm and coppery in his mouth, and tasted far better than
he'd expected it to.
"Well, at least I won't starve to death." He muttered to himself.
Chapter Four: Mastering The Form.
Link was truly shocked at the appearance of his new form. He unsteadily forced himself
to his legs, took a few cautious steps, and fell on his face again.
He snuffled and shook the snow from his long snout. "Damn it!" he muttered darkly.
He got up on his paws again and tried to walk again.
After a few tries, he found that he had to let his legs curve back with the extra joint. It
was unusual, and was hard for Link to force himself to do, but at least he could walk
now.
"Ok, one step at a time…" He slowly walked to his mirror shield, The polished surface
was too distorted to use, so he instead went to the icy lake, the surface of it was as
smooth and reflective as a mirror, and Link was once again shocked as he looked at
himself in the ice.
"Oh, great goddesses…" he breathed in disbelief as he saw his own wolfish face. One
of his new paw/hands went to touch the altered face he now bore.
The muzzle was long and slender, the nose at the end of the muzzle was black and
shiny, and the lips were black as well. The ears were on the top of his head instead of the
sides, and he remembered how they flicked when he touched them, and with a slight
effort, he made them twist in various directions, as he did it, it almost instantly became
very easy.
He twisted his head to the left, and saw a thick ruff of fur that cascaded down the back
of his head, neck and the front of his throat and chest.
His whole body was altered, and Link realized just how wolfish he was when he
realized that he was naked.
His momentary shock abated when he realized that his loins were covered with a thick
layer of fur, something that he'd seen with the Wolfos' in the past.
In fact, the only untouched part of Link's whole body was his eyes. They were still the
same sapphire blue shade.
Link slowly sat down in the snow again, put his face in his new paws, and started to sob.
* * * *
It was almost an hour later that Link stopped crying, he started thinking furiously of
how to undo this curse and become a Hylian again. His thought's turned first to Termina,
but he couldn't get to there now. He'd have to try going to Hyrule, and see Zelda. She or
one of the other sages would probably know what to do to lift the curse.
Link looked at the sword and shield he had brought. He picked up the sword by it's
shoulder belt, opened the belt, and re-tied it around his now massive chest. The sword in
the sheath was now like a short sword rather than a long sword. He picked up the shield
and put that on his back over the sword, and started walking down the path in the same
direction, his steps still quite a bit unsteady and carefully balanced.
* * * *
Link headed straight back to Hyrule. As he got used to his new form, and walking with
the new leg shape, he found one great advantage to the other forms he'd experienced
before; it was very fast. The extra leg joint added quite an extra bit of bounce to his step.
It was almost four days since he'd first transformed, and the bag of provisions he'd
brought with him was empty. Link was starving, and he needed to hunt for food.
Suddenly he found himself wishing he'd brought his bow.
* * * *
Link found his nose to be a huge help in funding an animal to track. Within minutes, he
was on the trail of something.
He ran through the forest swiftly on his new legs, and soon found what he'd scented.
A large, healthy looking Deer, that was rooting in the snow for buried grass.
Link was about to rush it, but his shield and sword clanked together on his back, startled
the deer, and it ran off.
Link growled in annoyance, he took off his shield and looked at it for a minute before
looking around for a place to stow it and his other equipment till he'd caught something
to eat.
He noticed a hollow tree trunk nearby, just large enough to keep the shield and sword
out of sight. So, removing the shoulder belt, small provisions bag (which still held his
flint) and sword, he placed his equipment in the tree trunk, and looked at his claws
contemplatively.
"Well, if this eventually will be a new mask, I may as well master the abilities." He
muttered to himself.
Ho looked out where the deer had been standing. The snow was dug up from the deer's
rooting.
Going over to the dug up snow, Link got down on all fours, and sniffed the ground. He
found it a little strange to be hunting like this, but then again, so did rolling around as a
Goron spike ball.
The scent was sharp and clear in Link's wolfish nostrils, and without thinking, he started
walking off on the scent trail on all fours.
Link suddenly stopped walking when he realized that he was walking like a wolf. It
was surprisingly less effort than walking on two legs, although that had become almost
second nature to him already. He inwardly smiled to himself and continued onward.
Only two minutes after Link had gone off following the Deer's scent trail, a dark form
loped out from the woods. It went straight to the hollow tree where Link had stored his
equipment, and after a minute of fumbling around inside, left the area the way it had
come.
Bearing with it Link's sword and shield.
* * * *
Meanwhile, Link was closing in on the deer. Its scent was getting stronger, and he soon
found it rooting for grass again in a tiny clearing.
Link got as low on all fours as he could, and slowly crept towards the deer. At one
point, the thing looked almost directly at him, so Link shut his eyes and stuck his black
nose in the snow, and he became almost invisible against the snow. The deer looked at
him for a moment, then turned and continued to root in the snow for buried grass.
Link crept closer to the deer, till he was almost close enough to touch it.
Link sprang on the creature and pinned it to the ground, but the Deer managed to squirm
away before Hink was able to slash it with his claws.
The deer ran fleet and fast away from the massive white wolf, and Link quickly ran after
the deer at top speed, his four limbs carrying him quickly through the forest.
The deer ran long and fast, and Link didn't know if, even with the new strength of this
form, he could catch the deer while he was starving.
Eventually, the Deer stumbled on a snow hidden root, the creature lost it's footing and,
with a cry, it slid along the snowy ground for a few yards before it got back to it's feet.
But it was too late for it, Link had gained in the few seconds that the deer had slipped,
and sprang on it again. Slashing at it with his new claws, he ripped open the flesh on its
side, and the deer let out a cry of pain. It kicked at him with its cloven hooves, and Link
was struck in the side of the face with a glancing blow, he shook his head and sprang at
the creature's throat and the wolf instincts that Link had recently acquired took control.
Link's jaws and fangs suddenly found themselves sunk deep in the deer's throat.
Link jerked his head away from the deer without letting his jaws go of the creatures
throat, and with a sudden harsh rip, a large chunk of flesh was torn from it, along with the
jugular vein and windpipe.
The deer suddenly collapsed on the snowy ground as it's life blood spurted from the
gaping hole in it's neck, and stained the snow Crimson.
Link dropped the bit of flesh from his jaws and stared disbelievingly at what he had just
done. He'd often gone hunting before, as a Hylain, but he'd always dispatched his prey
cleanly and painlessly. Not like this
Link looked down at his paws, their white fur was blood stained, as was his muzzle.
Link sighed and grabbed the Deer by a foreleg and slung it over his shoulder, and set off
to get his flint and start a fire burning.
* * * *
Link arrived back at the tree trunk where he had left his equipment, and dropped the
deer carcass on the snow.
There was a set of tracks leading into and out of the hollow tree.
Link looked inside the trunk, and discovered it was empty. Link cursed himself for not
hiding it better. He sniffed the tracks, but the scent was cold. He couldn't make it out
right, nor could he follow it very far, as the wind had blown fresh snow over part of
whoever, or whatever's tracks.
Link sat down on his haunches. He looked at the dead deer, and heaved a long sigh.
Using his claws, Link ripped a gobbet of flesh from the deer carcass and popped it in his
mouth, chewed it for a second, and swallowed.
The taste of fresh blood was warm and coppery in his mouth, and tasted far better than
he'd expected it to.
"Well, at least I won't starve to death." He muttered to himself.