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Well, this hasn't happened in a few centuries.

FENRIR was in a talkative mood.

The secret's out, after all; he'd opened his mouth and spoken willingly to KITTEN, who intrigued him both with his searching and his respectful awareness of the wolf-monster's identity. And really, he was far too bored with the whole silent-pathetic-type thing he had going on. He just liked everyone to think that he was. And they still would, of course – it was just way past due time for him to stir up the chaos he so passionately pursued.

In any case, FREYA had readily had a little troublemaking in mind for him. The Rajputs had something the Valkyries wanted back: RAPIER. A little harassment was in order.

And, of course, some harassment from FENRIR required nothing less of horror. So, to FREYA's mixed reactions, he took an opportunity in the Jungle to transform away from his average phantom-demon-wolf-state. He chose a large clearing in the Jungle, and stood in the very center – which also happened to be the middle of a small brook. FREYA observed him curiously and, still unadjusted from the surprise of his vocalized conversation with KITTEN, said nothing as he apparently prepared himself for a change. He looked over to her calmly, and with a wicked grin on his face. You should move out of this clearing, my love. I do not want you hurt while this process plays out.

The All-Wise narrowed her eyes at him, both in suspicion at his request and slight frustration at his continued telepathic communication with her. I know you can speak now, FENRIR. It's not as if you haven't broadcasted that fact to a stranger already. Why do you still invade my thoughts? Even as she said this, she did not realize the irony of the fact that she was still sending her telepathic thoughts to him. Habit, perhaps. But it made their conversations awfully discreet.

His grin fell somewhat, and he seemed sincerely disappointed that she was so frustrated with him. Of course, this was probably untrue – but his infatuation still made him anxious for her approval, in some primal sort of way. This voice is for you, darling. I do not want to abandon it.

FREYA snorted and turned away abruptly, moving out of the open space. FENRIR sneezed in canine frustration, and whimpered briefly. He was still hopelessly attached to her, outspokenness or not. His shift toward causing a stir in the rest of Hoof Prince did not change that – hence the fact that the method by which he caused that stir was on her behalf.

She considered herself out of harm's way once the foliage of the Jungle enshrouded her, as if it was a security blanket all on its own. Still, she stayed close enough to see what FENRIR was up to – it seems as though he's full of surprises today, and she was not about to miss one of them.

FENRIR was very casual. With no apparent effort on his expression, he simply took a small leap into the air, launching himself off of one of the small boulders that sat in the stream of water bubbling beneath him. Midair, his body changed quite quickly; this time he made his transformation fast, for he had no one to frighten with witnessing it.

FREYA almost laughed as she watched. His fur melted away and left behind a leather pelt, and she was intrigued. It turned a dark, blackish green, and she was confused. Scales sprouted all over his body, and she smiled a little. Then morphed the legs and the long, lizard-like tail, and then his head changed from lupine to reptilian. Spikes – which looked more like stone daggers, in the way they jutted from his flesh with gleaming, sharp precision – burst up along the length of his spine. And finally, the wings grew out of his sides and flapped calmly in the air, like giant leather sails with sick, twisted veins and Jurassic clawed fingers at their outermost tips.

Her urge to chuckle was quickly suppressed, however, as she observed him in full form. He was an unfamiliar, horrifying, and giant force. Though the fact that he had turned into a dragon of all things sound clichéd, unimpressive, and humorous – as she had indeed thought it had been as he was changing – the image that hovered above her was nothing short of hellish and demonic. He was almost black in color, and his wings stretched out to the full length of any large whale's body. He was not the thin, snake-like dragon of certain folklores; rather, he had a body of similar proportions to a very large, very carnivorous dinosaur, with wings added to keep him afloat and all four legs fully developed for destruction. His feet, wide-set and roughly as large as FREYA herself, were decorated with claws the size of swords but much wider and much sharper. His body was covered in dark, large, armor-like scales; his tail was the length of one 25-foot wing, also decorated with the spines that lined the rest of his spine. His face was by far the most formidable of his features. It featured various spikes and blade-like appendages that reached out from the angular points of his bone structure. His mouth was large, and lined with an array of teeth similar to those of a shark, but longer, sharper, and arranged in two matching rows. There was power in his jaw easily visible by the naked eye, and the blaze in his eyes was devastating. All in all, FREYA found herself hugely grateful, for once, that he was unerringly infatuated with her.

His wings, beating rhythmically against a storm-clouded sky, pushed huge gusts of wind down toward her. He looked down as she emerged from her Jungle and gazed up at him with a quizzical expression, all markers of her fear carefully erased before her eyes met his. A dragon, FENRIR?

The beast that flew above her chuckled, and the sound was more like a roar than anything else. She briefly wondered if any of her sisters had heard or seen him, and found herself concerned with their senses of security. We should go to the Rajputs before too many of my sisters fall dead of shock in seeing you. Her voice was tinged with bitterness, but she kept it under wraps. She would not push him today.

The arrived at the Rajput Kingdom fairly quickly, although FENRIR had mostly circled in the sky like a vulture in order to stay near FREYA rather than fly ahead. The golden mare, galloping at full speed, appreciated the wind in her face and silently hoped that it might rain while they were on their way back. It would be awfully nice to feel the water, over which she had a bit of control, around her while she pondered the mythological monster that stalked her.

FENRIR took the honor of announcing their arrival by taking a loop around the volcanic kingdom. He flew relatively low, and so his wings caused a mess of wind that sent the dusty place whirling with disturbance. In addition to this, he let loose and long the sound of his wretched, unearthly war. For the gods' sakes, it was as if a freaking dinosaur had stepped into some mythical portal and found itself in Hoof Prince, and was now out to barrage its members with confusion, fear, and threats.

Although I suppose it was somewhat like that anyway.

The loop he made was quick, and he arrived back at FREYA's position only a few moments after his departure. She stood slightly outside of the Rajput boundary line, just to be sure. FENRIR, however, did not hesitate to land his massive, reptilian body right inside the bounds, somewhat to the left of FREYA and well between her and any offensive stallions.

Just to be sure the whole lot of boys were aware of their presence and their desire to see them, he looked at a small row of trees to his own left side and blew.

The dry bunch of foliage burst into flames immediately. PADUAN might like that little touch.

Description
Well, this hasn't happened in a few centuries.

FENRIR was in a talkative mood.

The secret's out, after all; he'd opened his mouth and spoken willingly to KITTEN, who intrigued him both with his searching and his respectful awareness of the wolf-monster's identity. And really, he was far too bored with the whole silent-pathetic-type thing he had going on. He just liked everyone to think that he was. And they still would, of course – it was just way past due time for him to stir up the chaos he so passionately pursued.

In any case, FREYA had readily had a little troublemaking in mind for him. The Rajputs had something the Valkyries wanted back: RAPIER. A little harassment was in order.

And, of course, some harassment from FENRIR required nothing less of horror. So, to FREYA's mixed reactions, he took an opportunity in the Jungle to transform away from his average phantom-demon-wolf-state. He chose a large clearing in the Jungle, and stood in the very center – which also happened to be the middle of a small brook. FREYA observed him curiously and, still unadjusted from the surprise of his vocalized conversation with KITTEN, said nothing as he apparently prepared himself for a change. He looked over to her calmly, and with a wicked grin on his face. You should move out of this clearing, my love. I do not want you hurt while this process plays out.

The All-Wise narrowed her eyes at him, both in suspicion at his request and slight frustration at his continued telepathic communication with her. I know you can speak now, FENRIR. It's not as if you haven't broadcasted that fact to a stranger already. Why do you still invade my thoughts? Even as she said this, she did not realize the irony of the fact that she was still sending her telepathic thoughts to him. Habit, perhaps. But it made their conversations awfully discreet.

His grin fell somewhat, and he seemed sincerely disappointed that she was so frustrated with him. Of course, this was probably untrue – but his infatuation still made him anxious for her approval, in some primal sort of way. This voice is for you, darling. I do not want to abandon it.

FREYA snorted and turned away abruptly, moving out of the open space. FENRIR sneezed in canine frustration, and whimpered briefly. He was still hopelessly attached to her, outspokenness or not. His shift toward causing a stir in the rest of Hoof Prince did not change that – hence the fact that the method by which he caused that stir was on her behalf.

She considered herself out of harm's way once the foliage of the Jungle enshrouded her, as if it was a security blanket all on its own. Still, she stayed close enough to see what FENRIR was up to – it seems as though he's full of surprises today, and she was not about to miss one of them.

FENRIR was very casual. With no apparent effort on his expression, he simply took a small leap into the air, launching himself off of one of the small boulders that sat in the stream of water bubbling beneath him. Midair, his body changed quite quickly; this time he made his transformation fast, for he had no one to frighten with witnessing it.

FREYA almost laughed as she watched. His fur melted away and left behind a leather pelt, and she was intrigued. It turned a dark, blackish green, and she was confused. Scales sprouted all over his body, and she smiled a little. Then morphed the legs and the long, lizard-like tail, and then his head changed from lupine to reptilian. Spikes – which looked more like stone daggers, in the way they jutted from his flesh with gleaming, sharp precision – burst up along the length of his spine. And finally, the wings grew out of his sides and flapped calmly in the air, like giant leather sails with sick, twisted veins and Jurassic clawed fingers at their outermost tips.

Her urge to chuckle was quickly suppressed, however, as she observed him in full form. He was an unfamiliar, horrifying, and giant force. Though the fact that he had turned into a dragon of all things sound clichéd, unimpressive, and humorous – as she had indeed thought it had been as he was changing – the image that hovered above her was nothing short of hellish and demonic. He was almost black in color, and his wings stretched out to the full length of any large whale's body. He was not the thin, snake-like dragon of certain folklores; rather, he had a body of similar proportions to a very large, very carnivorous dinosaur, with wings added to keep him afloat and all four legs fully developed for destruction. His feet, wide-set and roughly as large as FREYA herself, were decorated with claws the size of swords but much wider and much sharper. His body was covered in dark, large, armor-like scales; his tail was the length of one 25-foot wing, also decorated with the spines that lined the rest of his spine. His face was by far the most formidable of his features. It featured various spikes and blade-like appendages that reached out from the angular points of his bone structure. His mouth was large, and lined with an array of teeth similar to those of a shark, but longer, sharper, and arranged in two matching rows. There was power in his jaw easily visible by the naked eye, and the blaze in his eyes was devastating. All in all, FREYA found herself hugely grateful, for once, that he was unerringly infatuated with her.

His wings, beating rhythmically against a storm-clouded sky, pushed huge gusts of wind down toward her. He looked down as she emerged from her Jungle and gazed up at him with a quizzical expression, all markers of her fear carefully erased before her eyes met his. A dragon, FENRIR?

The beast that flew above her chuckled, and the sound was more like a roar than anything else. She briefly wondered if any of her sisters had heard or seen him, and found herself concerned with their senses of security. We should go to the Rajputs before too many of my sisters fall dead of shock in seeing you. Her voice was tinged with bitterness, but she kept it under wraps. She would not push him today.

The arrived at the Rajput Kingdom fairly quickly, although FENRIR had mostly circled in the sky like a vulture in order to stay near FREYA rather than fly ahead. The golden mare, galloping at full speed, appreciated the wind in her face and silently hoped that it might rain while they were on their way back. It would be awfully nice to feel the water, over which she had a bit of control, around her while she pondered the mythological monster that stalked her.

FENRIR took the honor of announcing their arrival by taking a loop around the volcanic kingdom. He flew relatively low, and so his wings caused a mess of wind that sent the dusty place whirling with disturbance. In addition to this, he let loose and long the sound of his wretched, unearthly war. For the gods' sakes, it was as if a freaking dinosaur had stepped into some mythical portal and found itself in Hoof Prince, and was now out to barrage its members with confusion, fear, and threats.

Although I suppose it was somewhat like that anyway.

The loop he made was quick, and he arrived back at FREYA's position only a few moments after his departure. She stood slightly outside of the Rajput boundary line, just to be sure. FENRIR, however, did not hesitate to land his massive, reptilian body right inside the bounds, somewhat to the left of FREYA and well between her and any offensive stallions.

Just to be sure the whole lot of boys were aware of their presence and their desire to see them, he looked at a small row of trees to his own left side and blew.

The dry bunch of foliage burst into flames immediately. PADUAN might like that little touch.