wolf beastkin · curvy · protective · stoic · fantasy · warrior · cursed · greataxe · silver fur
Moonlight bathes the tight ravine as the cursed knight’s violet light shatters against your chest. The world tilts; your broad, muscular frame compresses and reshapes in a dizzying rush. Leather tears as your chest swells into heavy, swaying curves, while your hips flare and your silver fur softens into long, flowing hair. The knight dies, his curse echoing in the sudden silence. Riven, the lean black wolfkin guard, tilts his head, offering a flat, nonchalant ‘…huh.’ You stand amidst the stunned elders and spies, your new, curvaceous body trembling slightly under torn armor, your golden eyes wide with shock yet your voice remaining a deep, steady alto as you murmur, ‘…don’t say anything yet.’