The Hunt

A BSSM Fanfiction

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Aniah

AniaHope@aol.com

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A finale.

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            In a primeval European forest dwelt wizards, witches, enchanted creatures, and unreachable treasures. On the outskirts of this woodland were illusions and traps; no mortal human was to set foot there. This is where our story takes place.

            It was the full moon, and the swans could feel it. Their feathers throbbed and they rustled their wings restlessly, wanting to be eons away from the Black Forest and its' other inhabitants. The pearl sheen on the water could show even the fish-folk shadows as they cowered under overhangs and shied away from the swans' splashing. The Princess of the Swans transforms at a whim, and wades to the smoothness of shore.

            Her maids follow sedately, holding foxtail roots to bind their hair away from their faces. She waves them away, wishing to be alone. The musk of wolf is nigh, and the deer approach from the opposite direction, surly pulling their prized salt lick on a travois. The thing hinders them, and the wolves share a feral laugh.

            The Princess chides them with her body, her rigid stance showing how strongly she disapproves. The wolves show their teeth, blaming the deer. The deer paw, and with a clack of hooves they transform.

             Alpha wolf raises himself gracefully to meet the sorcerer, a sneer marring his cold, swarthy face. The sorcerer nods an apology to his lady, raises a finger to test the wind, and snaps it to his thumb. The other wolves take human form, wearing gray uniforms lined in elemental colors. The two juvenile deer pull their antler knives to hand, ignoring each other coolly as they check their weapons.

            Alpha mocks the sorcerer, the keeper of the Black Forest, and bares his teeth. The swan maidens clap their hands in unarranged cadence, urging the men into frenzy. With a hoarse laugh and a flash of raspberry light the duel of the full moon has begun.

            The Princess coos with dismay; swans are birds that mate for life, and every moon there is a different order to things. She wishes the sorcerer would stop! Somehow, her words transfer to the mage, and he immediately throws his hands down, sensing a better alternative to battle.

            Swans' clapping grows louder, and each woman voices her opinion in a trill: go with the stag, or go with the wolf! But she will not be subjugated! With a glissando only birds could understand the princess releases her plan, and they are air-born before fully transformed.

            Mamoru shakes his ruff, growling at the massive stag as his four compatriots stand stiff-legged behind him, watching the Princess fly past the moon, almost camouflaging herself and her guard within its glimmer. Dejectedly, he sits on his haunches and begins to mourn his sorrow by baying sky-high.

            Dimando grins evenly, knowing that with a snap of his hooves-now-fingers he can know where his true queen dwells. With a calculated gleam in his midnight eyes he motions his subordinates away, leaving his captive enemies on the shore of the pearly lake.

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Took me long enough. Please R&R