Keywords: Transformation, Magic Species: Dracoraptor, Fox, Wolf, Equine Dracoraptors Dracoraptors were a creation of Lightning. Lightning, if you're reading this where is that link to the pics that you had? Dracoraptors By Divigon The wolf poked cautiously through the ruins. Although the place had been ransacked years ago you were never sure what sort of traps may still lay untriggered. A glint of something caught his eye, he paused, backtracked a little and cleared around it with a stick. No wires, that was a good sign. Tentatively he poked it, pulling it free of the debris. His sensative ears listened, straining to hear the most subtle of clicks or a noise slightly out of the ordinary. Still nothing. Slowly his claws reached out, muscled primed, ready to jump back at the slightest tingle. There was a slight clink as his hard claws grasped around it. The metal cool agaisnt his black paw pads. Not risking anything else Elide grabs it an ran. His dashed out of the obliterated temple, hung a hard left, leaping over piles of rufuse, then darted down an alley way. He twisted and turned, weaving his way through the ruins before disappearing into the remains of a cellar. He held his breath, listening for sounds of pursuit. The last time someone had discovered something in a temple two demons had been summoned, chasing the poor equine to his doom. When they stumbled upon the remains of his carcass a few days later, they did not have much to bury. Relaxing a little, Elide looks at the medalian in his paws, scooting over to one of the pockets of sunlight which filtered down from above. He was a little disappointed, it was not gold as he had first hoped. It was a large black claw fixed to a long silver chain. It was a little dirty and he rubbed it agasint his fur, cleaning it up. He peered again, noticing a carving of some reptilian thing. "Oh great," he thought, "I've dug up one of their pieces of jewelry. Probably not worth anything except to the cult which had died long ago with the rest of the city." Suddenly there was a distant cry and he froze, listening for it again. "Elide!" echoed softly around the diserted building. "Rest of the gang," he thought, standing. "Probably want to compare notes." The small band of wandered roamed the countryside doing the preveriable quest thing that all the young adults of their age seemed to do. They were a fairly diverse bunch. Himself, a wolven from the northern mountains. Malcor, a fox from the large forest near here, then Thor and Swev, an equine and cervine respectively, both from the lower plains. Normally you would not see such a diverse quartet around, but for some reason these four seemed to stick together quite well. At the moment they were looking for treasure in the ruins of the city. The city use to be the hub of this area, a thriving metropolous of tens of thousands of creatures. History shows there was a minor skirmish between two warring factions of mages and the people evacuated. Those alive know that is a small lie. Most of the inhabitants were obliterated. Those that were unlucky enough to survive were conscripted into the armies of the wizards. A tiny percentage of the people survived, then, of those only a minute amount remained sane long enough to talk about it. Hence the city was closed. Now and again bands of renagades entered, searching for their fortune. Occasionally rumours of lost hoards were circulated, keeping a small stream of fortune hunters entering, but there were not many stories of fortunes being found. All of this went through Elide's head as he stepped across the room. He looked uncertain about the pendant, then shrugged, slipping it over his head. The effect was virually instantanous. He claw suddenly heating up, feeling like it was burning through his skin. He gave a yell, lifting a hand to pull it off, but his hand did not work properly, his fingers did not move and they felt heavy. He felt his skin itching, then bones began to reform. He yelped, stumbling forwards as his legs seemed to stretch. He could feel his tail lengthing behind him, countering the lean forward he was developing. His face seemed to swell, rounding slightly as his body tingled. There was a feeling of something invading his mind, then all was still. He stood, shaking his head tentatively, sensative new eyes lighting the room. He spied a cracked mirror in one corner and moved over to it, feeling his body move strangely, but also smoothly and naturally. He dipped his head and looked at the reflection, giving a snort and stumbling back in surprise. He had certainly changed. His lush covering of fur had disappeared into scales, a mixture of olive and brown bands ran over his face, somehow he knew they alos decended down his back. He turned, examining himself in the mirror. His hands had reshaped themselves into three fingered things, each tipped with a wickedly sharpened claw. In the centre of his chest was a single black scale, almost glinting at him. Then his attention was diverted to his chest, it was filled by two mounds. He yelped again in surprise, tilting his head down to look at his sheath, that had changed, but was still there as was a heavy feeling sac, but there was something else. He reached down with a claw, probing lightly to discover a slit. A female slit. He had become a hermadophrite. Sie let out a gulp of surprise but somehow it felt natural on hir. There was a noise outside and sie snapped back to attention, looking through a gap at the top of the wall. Sie could see orange paws outside. Somewhere within hir, sie knew it was Malcor, but all sie saw was prey. Silent sie turned, assending the stares to peak through another crack. Just the one fox, looking a little nervous in the alley. The fox turned, showing the back of its head and Elive lept, smashing throught the flimsy wall to land on the back of hir quary. The fox barely had time to react as he was pushed into the wall by hir weight, stumbling a few steps back before Elive nipped him on his neck. Somehow sie knew this was the thing to do. The fox half turned, taking a few steps, moaning, before collasping on the ground. Elive watched in silence as the fox changed. His tail lengthening as his feet strengthened, rusty red fur fading to a light banded hide of scales. His hands reshaped themselves into sharpened talons, as his head smoothed itself out the new dracoraptor stood. A pair of breast emerging from his chest as Elive could smell the formation of the female sex below his now scaled sheath. The creature that had been Malcor turned, looking at hir alpha before dropping hir head slightly as a symbol of submission. Elive chuured softly, moving forward to nuzzle to others cheek. Sie felt a stirring within hir and bumped the other's chest. Obviously Malcor knew what sie wanted as sie turned and raised hir tail. Elive growled once, then mounted hir subordinate, her reformed length sliding in easily to the slick length. The deed was over quickly and Elive licked at the back of Malcor's head while they remained tied together, growing aware of the other's presence with hir mind. It was not explicit, but the alpha could sense hir beta with hir, communicating naturally on an unknown level. There was a distant sound of stumbling and the pair seperated in an instant, their moment of passion forgotten while they ducked for cover. Two herbivors came into view. They were talking between themselves, arguing over something. Elive watched through Malcor's eyes as the two raptors manovoured into position. There attack was swift, silent and totally deadly. The larger equine was already changing as Elive made hir way over to the stag, nipping him lightly as Malcor held him down. A few moments later two new raptors stood, falling into line behind Elive as sie lead them back to their campsite. Elive smiled as he looked at his companions sleeping in the moodlight. The adventure in the city had been many moons ago. The other three dracoraptors had reverted to their normal forms as they slept and had awoken unaware of what had happened. Elive rememmered though, an unnamed presence in hir head telling hir of the gift sie had received. Hir ability to convert mere mortals into weredracoraptors and lead them across the land. The creatures would show undying loyalty as a raptor and devout friendship as their natural form. Once bitten sie could control their change, silently spreading the gift across the land. The wolf smiled as scales rippled across his fur, the raptor standing to look at hir packmates. They stood slowly on scaled feet, chirping reassuringly to each other. Tonight they hunt...