Here we go again! We get back up with Lois, and remeet one of our
earlier short-term acquaintances.
-LurkingWolf
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Due to the relative safety of the patrol, Lois had taken one of the
watches, although he had seen the firelight in Alex's eyes several times
during the night.The feline had the same glowing eyes as he had seen in
wild animals in the past, and it was disconcerting at times, knowing
that the man that was watching him had the body of a large cat that
could kill him easily in either of his forms.
He had lived through it, however, and Alex relieved him at the end of
the shift, bearing himself nothing like the predator Lois had been
considering moments before.Instead, he looked as calm and collected as
any human Lois had ever worked with, as well as significantly more alert.
As the final watch, Alex had the responsibility of waking the rest of
the patrol.The sun had just barely peaked up far enough to light the
sky, but they all started moving.Lucy was already awake, and seemed to
be steadying herself magically just away from the camp.She began to move
just as the others finished breaking camp, but she had already prepared
and so joined them as they began to move.
As they were in the forest, silence was prized above speed, and they
continued as a unit, quietly moving through the underbrush at a
comfortable speed.Lois found himself close to Lucy at this point, and
decided to ask a few questions while they were still relatively safe.
"Why did you get up so early?" he asked quietly.
Lucy chuckled quietly."These short legs don't last as long as your long
ones.I made it yesterday, but to keep up today I need to recharge myself
magically.Drains my magic a bit more than I'd like, but it also keeps
the patrol together without giving up too much speed."
Lois nodded, and stayed silent for a while longer.In that time, the
patrol made good ground through the forest.They moved along together,
keeping up with Alex as he set the pace.Several times they saw signs of
creatures in the area.Even though they were moving quickly, sometimes
they would manage to sneak up on something without them knowing.It was
nice to know that they were succeeding in stealth, and it was also good
to know that nothing else had disturbed the wildlife earlier.
They ate on the move; Alex took some food from his pack and passed it
around.It took them less than a minute to get ready to continue again,
but they took it slower while they ate, just in case anyone got
careless.The food wasn't too much, but it gave them the strength to keep
moving until they could get something more substantial.
Alex said that they would be reaching Outpost a good while before
sundown.Lois hoped that this was true; he didn't want to keep going too
much longer.Although he would never admit it, the pace was beginning to
get to him.He wouldn't stop as long as the others moved, but he
certainly wouldn't mind an excuse to rest.He watched the sun with
anticipation.It couldn't be much longer now.He just needed to keep moving.
***
Paul had never lived a particularly easy life.His father was a
craftsman.This meant that they were always low on money, but it also
meant that Paul was always expected to pull his own weight around the
house.Even when DeMule had begun to train him, Paul found that his
father's eyes were on him.Every failure was criticized to no end, and
all successes were accepted as some sort of payment owed from him to his
father, and never given any praise.
This translated to him getting a lot of punishment from his father.He
was strong; years of work at his father's bench had given him good
strength and hard hands.When he left the workbench and took up a sword,
however, he lacked coordination enough to defeat his opponents.If one
was foolish enough to challenge his strength, he would easily
succeed.Anyone who noted his relatively ponderous style, however, could
destroy him with repeated application of quick, precise strikes.
If it wasn't for his father's reaction, Paul would have been fine with
losing.In fact, he had always been fascinated by the quick strikes used
by his opponents.Once he had tried to adopt such a style, taking
training from another student, but his father had intervened.Dancing
about the ring was for women and fops, his father had said.He would not
see his son doing any such thing.If he was to be quick, it would only be
to the extent of being able to block such opponents.Otherwise, strength
was to be his main skill.
At fifteen years old, Paul was also the oldest person he knew who had
not been Cursed yet.His case was such that mages had been consulted on
the subject to study what was happening.Such people had told him that it
was most definitely going to affect him; the lines of the Curse's magic
had started clinging to his form already, but had yet to form its
inescapable death grip on him.So, he continued to live; no sign of fur
grew on his skin, even as he continued to age, and he remained very
definitely male, just as he had been from birth.With no cues to play off
of, he had always just lived as though he would never change.He knew it
would change some time, but he saw no sense in worrying over it until
the inevitable happened.
The sun was just going down, and Paul was in his room.He had returned
early from the shop after feeling slightly sick during the day, an
allowance made only because he had worked well up until that point.He
had felt better now for a good half hour, but he was in no hurry to
return to the shop.Any time left for him to think in quiet was a luxury
he rarely had.
On this particular day, as he had a few times in the past week, he was
thinking about the man he had watched at the training grounds a few days
before.He had been there to get some independent practice, but had seen
the man who called himself Vincent Lois.His fellows could manage quick
attacks, even more when their forms aided reflex, but that man was the
quickest he had ever seen.Fighting against the lynx swordsman, he had
shown such a stunning combination of speed and poise that it had left
Paul breathless.His father's sudden arrival had forced him to leave
before the two men could truly begin to fight, but Paul secretly hoped
he would see the man again.Even if his father forbade him from using
such a style, he felt no guilt for admiring it.
He mimicked the motions as closely as he could as he paced restlessly
around his room.In his hands he held two carvings he had done himself,
caring more for his fantasy than for the safety of his creations.He knew
his crude imitations fell far short of the originals' grace, but he
didn't care.He would never be allowed to learn the correct method as it
currently stood.
Paul's thoughts were anywhere but on the feeling of sickness he had
experienced earlier at this point.He was too focused on trying to make
his movements fluid to think of anything less important.As he continued
to move, however, the sickness returned.He ignored it as much as
possible, but a sudden, severe pang caused him to double over
suddenly.He gasped, even as his stomach seemed to wrench within him.He
reached one spasming hand for his bed, dropping his carvings to the
floor loudly.He never saw if his desperate grasp reached its
destination.He blacked out as the pain overwhelmed him, and let the
darkness hold back the tide of pain.
When Paul again became aware of his surroundings, he straightened as
though to catch a fall, except he had already been laying on the ground
for several minutes.So many things felt wrong that he had to take a
moment to let his mind try to cope with the changes.He knew what had
happened; the Curse had claimed him.By the violence of his change, he
expected that he was either a woman or an animal, and a quick inspection
of his body yielded the answer to his question.
His jerkin was taut around his chest now, and he could feel what had
happened beneath without aid from his hands.His, now her, breasts were
still extremely sensitive, and she whimpered as she resisted the urge to
check the more intimate changes.Reaching a much more slender hand to her
bed, she hefted herself back to her feet with some effort.Everything was
so wrong.Her legs were longer now, yet she had lost at least half a head
of her height.She stumbled towards the hallway, looking for the one
mirror in the house, left untouched since her mother had passed two
years ago.With hands shaking from shock and desperation, she wiped the
dirty glass as clean as possible, leaving her to stare into her own,
extremely frightened face.
Her face was a young woman's almost as though the change had also
advanced her age a year.No more freckles remained from his male
face.Instead smooth, beautiful skin had replaced her original scarred
and pimpled visage.Long black hair hung uncut around her shoulders,
showing clearly that its entire growth had taken place in less than an
hour.Her breasts, although small, were still clearly visible beneath her
shirt.Other changes made her female body unmistakable for what it now
was.She was a woman, and there was no cure yet found for the Curse that
now held sway over her.She would live out the rest of her life in this form.
She was a reasonable young person, and would generally have accepted her
change with little resistance.As she stood there, however, one thought
brought her nearly to the point of panic.Ever since her mother had died,
Paul's father had been set on raising his son to be a true man, free
from whatever flaws he had seen in his wife in the late days of their
union.He had always claimed that it was because she had somehow caused
her own death by those flaws.Paul had been old enough to realize what
his father had always feared.It wasn't his wife's flaws he sought to
quash.It was her memory.
And there, standing across from Paul in the mirror, stood a person that
neither he nor his father had seen in two years.Younger, taller, but
still recognizable beneath the smudges on the glass, stood Paul's
mother.For Paul, it was a haunting nightmare come true.Not only had he
failed his father's expectations, he had become the object of his fears.
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