Long Form Roleplayers

Characters:

You are not logged in. - Madison Jones

You are not logged in. - Volos

You are not logged in. - Copper Wolf

You are not logged in. - Tobias Kane

You are not logged in. - David Johnson

Guest Characters:
Lord Borgia, Aegis Stane

The Author:
Clothing is a necessary part of the world we live in, and though there are times when primal desires allow the freedom to shed such garments, they are suits we wear nonetheless. The creatures of the night wear suits too, but unlike humans, they wear people, hiding in plain sight, a kind smile hiding a fearsome set of fangs. It has been a year since the Wolf Lord Volos implanted the Copper Wolf into Madison Jones. The young pup grows strong in the body of the mystic bartender, and though the union is more grand than what the Wolf Lord expected, the simple fact remains that this human man exists in harmony with the wolf inside of him; not a suit of human flesh, but a bonding two souls fused together.

A complication is about to rear its head for the Wolf Lord, as his long time foe Lord Borgia and his Red Star Cult now plan their offense. Ever since the Howl in Estonia, there has been an awakening of many creatures bearing the blood of Volos, and so they have been working on a countermeasure to mitigate that army. The Hunter, Russel Shade Taylor used some of the early versions of this countermeasure with darts that could halt a transformation. Now they have developed a much larger weapon to deal with their foes, and tonight they are testing it. This is the story of, The Men with Wolven Coats.

Madison Jones:
Tonight is the night. I’ve tracking this scum for a month, he’s a serial rapist by the name of Arthur Reed, a man who preys on people in my circle, wrestlers who desire some erotic fun and humiliation. I’ve been a victim of this myself, taken in by a hot body, charming smile, and promises of hot sex. This man is different though, not only does he invite people to his private gym on the outskirts of Oakland, after he beats them, he takes them captive and tortures and rapes them for a week before finally putting them out of their misery. How has such a serial killer gone unnoticed you might ask? He’s Police officer himself who has the means of covering his tracks.

I’ve decided that this one I would do something special with. It’s been about a year since I was turned by Volos, I became his Copper Wolf. I’ve used that power for good, helped people, and made a few enemies. Tonight I hunt, tonight I invite Volos to join, and tonight, Arthur Reed dies. In the open field I carefully selected, I strip naked and make the change, my body shifting painfully as the fur covers my body and bones disjoint. This transformation is still painful, but I’m used to it now, no cries of pain, just acceptance of it. Under the pale moonlight, I give up this human form and hand over control to Copper Wolf.

Copper Wolf:
This human vessel gives up control to me, our wills combined into a single body, fused by my parent the Wolf Lord Volos. Just as I am awake when he moves, so too is he awake when I. The transformation complete, my Wolven Sense now completely intact, I can smell my master near. He is watching, waiting, aware. With a Howl to the moon, loud enough that the meager animals scatter and flee, I call to him to join me for this hunt. Together well will harm this man, we shall consume him, and we will relish his screams as we do.

Volos:
It is a special night, an Earth year since I took Madison Jones as my … Beta? … experiment … something … new? Madison Jones already possessed powers that could turn the power struggle in my favor. I judged the risk of imparting him with Wolven powers as well and, as Red Star Cult consolidates its power and targets me, I thought the possible reward of creating this powerful a creature outweighed the peril. If I acknowledged the Ancient Gods, I would pray I was correct.

I hear him, I smell him, I sense him. Madison Jones enters the woods to shed his human clothes to become Copper Wolf. I sense the pain he still feels as his copper-edged fur sprouts and his bones rearrange. I also sense that he is better able to manage the transformation now than a year ago, when the agony was nearly unbearable. I think on whether I have the ability to help him manage it better or if the pain is a constant reminder that little in life, no matter how received, comes easily.

The golden sigils on the wall of my Lair related to Copper Wolf/Madison Jones pulsate and glow. I sense his transformation is complete and we are aware of one another. He howls an invitation to join him in a hunt. I suspect he, as Copper or Madison, has specific prey in mind. I lick the lips of my fearsome snout as I howl in return and in a blur of Wolven speed, join him. I look forward to feasting with him.

With Wolven speed, I join him in the woods. I draw an ebon claw along his lower jaw, watching his spittle already dripping in his desire for prey. I lick his maw as I touch his mind. Desire for prey…. and….. for revenge….? “Where shall we Feed, Copper?”

Copper Wolf:
His scent is ripe, this human garbage we have been stalking. This human I cohabitate with hates this man, a taste of disdain as delicious as any meat. Master Volos appears next to me in a blur, what might seem instantaneous to a human, but to a fellow wolf, it is clear. Taking a deep sniff of the air under this full moon night, I can smell the scent of Arthur Reed clearly. His ripe smell tells me he has just finish with the man he raped in his wrestling ring, a type of human courtship dance as far as I can tell from what my human companion engages in. It is one I’ve come to enjoy, as well as the feel of Madison taking prey after a wrestling match.

Madison wants this man dead, his acts of humiliation, violence, and violation wiped out… the perfect prey for the Copper Wolf. After all, Lord Volos himself thinks the cattle needs to be protected from their own, this small favor will give some protection to their pack, so our food will continue to prosper.

“Lord Volos, it is good to see you again. Madison desires this human dead, he is a monster among men. Let’s consume him while he is screaming, and only after he has felt your Obsidian Spear and my Copper Spike will we give him the mercy of death.”

Volos:
My Obsidian Spear engorges as Copper speaks to me of raping the rapist, preying on the predator, of the Kill and the Feast. I know our passion in the Lair afterwards will be intense and gratifying. My bond with Copper is strong, stronger than I anticipated. I have concerns about that leaving me vulnerable but there is no great gain without great risk.

“Let us give him an agonizing end then, my Copper. For our - and your human’s - sake, I grant you leave to lead this Hunt. I will follow and we will take this abomination down together.”

Copper Wolf:
It is with the permission of my master, and nod of my head, that I then drop to all fours. The Copper Tips of my brown fur glow as I tap into my inner mana, a trick this human has picked up on rather well. Amber light trailing behind me as I move with Wolven Speed, my master close behind with his steely blue eyes watching, I move silently, deadly, a predator in the night. Unlike his black fur which melds into the darkness of night, my copper tipped fur is more visible. Perhaps that is part of my purpose, to help distract from my master. Whatever the reason, I must be more alert as I can be seen by the prey more easily. This human, Arthur Reed, invites his prey to a private location, a small gym on the urban boundaries of the city. He challenges them, beats them, ties them up, and rapes them for days before he lets them go… if they are even that lucky. As we get into position, I can hear the sounds of his victim, a mix of sexual moaning and cries of humiliation. I care not what he is doing, I only wish to FEAST on him when he comes out of that door.

We wait patiently, like all predators know how to do. Arthur Reed steps out of the building about 15 minutes later, him looking around, perhaps knowing that he is being stalked. I can see your Steely Blue watching him, sable fur hiding you in the darkness. I decide to play decoy with my brighter color, a low GROWL catches his attention as I step forward into some dim light. His eyes widen with terror, having never seen a creature as majestic as me before. Making obvious movements to draw all of his attention, I leave the flank open for you my master. With a telepathic link established from pack member to member, I make my intentions clear. “Take him from behind with your spear, I wish to REND his torso with my Spike.”

Volos:
My Beta … my Copper … has increased his hunting skills since last we prowled together. I watch as you act as a decoy for the prey’s attention, positioning him with his back towards me. As the human’s vision tunnels onto Copper in his horror at what faces him, I trust your pack instinct and allow you to be the lead on this Kill. I charge, faster than any sound of nearly silent assault could reach our victim’s ears, were he even able to absorb more sensory stimulus in his focus on the threat in front of him.

Copper sees my massive and furred forelegs appear under the prey’s arms. The human is hoisted off the ground, screaming in his panic as his victims have screamed in his desires. His muscular legs kick without purpose, occasionally striking me with no effect. My Obsidian Spear is at full engorgement at this Hunt with my Wolfling and I push the human down, impaling him. His screams turn to tortured cries of agony as my spear rips the tissues of his rectum and stretches his canal to bursting.

I pull his arms up and he feels my hot moist breath panting near his ear as I stretch his body, leaving his chest and torso vulnerable to your attack. I pump my spear rhythmically to take my pleasure of this human before he dies. My pack instinct reaches to your mind, “He is yours, Copper.”

Copper Wolf:
As you take control of this man… no this human garbage, his screams calling out loudly, there is a delicious irony that his remote location he uses to keep his victims secure is now the same place he is unable to get help. Moving forward as you present this helpless man, my own Copper Spike engorged and sharp, its tip glinting with copper like the tips of my fur. I THRUST into the man’s abdomen over and over, his cries soon turning to gurgled spurts of agony. We rape this man now, we rip him apart, we feed our primal desired as parent and child, this prey having now say in the matter; the nature of the strong who hunt the weak.

His insolent yet beautiful screams call out, easily the single best moment of his life as we prey upon him. My Topaz Amber eyes meet your Steely Blue, a tender moment shared between us, me no longer an infant but a strong wolven beast of my own.

Volos:
My seed erupts into the prey’s bowels as you wreak your vengeance on him, the ferocity of my Copper an aphrodisiac for my spear. I howl in my pleasure, knowing I’ve ruptured him with my brutal invasion. I grip his neck in my fangs, sinking into his carotid artery, the burst of delectable human blood spurting down my own throat.

My forelegs release him as he dangles from my fearsome maw, twitching as he dies, he is giving up on the struggle knowing it is lost. My talons grip the wounds you’ve inflicted on his torso and RIP the flesh and muscle away. His steaming entrails spill out before you.

“This Hunt, this Kill, was yours, Copper. You have earned first choice of his most delicious parts.”

Copper Wolf:
Watching the man struggle in the gruesome slaughter, my wolven spike fully extended coated with his blood, my tail wags. I see my master eviscerate him. I can sense his heart stops, his blood slowing, but there is one part of him that remains active, his mind frozen in terror as its functions shut down due to oxygen deprivation. While you hold him there for me to have my choice, I reach my lupine head forward, maw opening, jaws coming over his face. I let him smell my breath and then I crush his skull.

Madison Jones:
From my mental space, this shared consciousness with me and Copper, I can see… no that isn’t the word, I perceive what he is feeling. What he is tasting, gripping, thrusting. It is a shared sense like no other, as though there is a phantom sense going through your body, your mind, almost like the time I was possessed, but… more consensual. I have come to trust Copper because he relies on me, and in turn I believe he trusts me if only because I have openly made myself a home for him. Perhaps akin to a relationship of an owner and a pet, though who can truly say who is ever actually in control with such a relationship; that is the nature of our fusion, this wolven beast and me. I perceive this act of torture, murder, and rape… and I revel in it, because deep down, I’ve wanted this man dead for months. This one act tonight will save many future victims from his actions, and to me that is an end that justifies these means.

Copper Wolf:
Consuming deeply of his skull, I look up to my master, blood dripping from my maw. A clawed hand reached for his chest cutting through his rib bones, a flick of the wrist ripping his protective ribcage away. His organs laid bare, I go for the one I love most like a tasty treat; I dig out his heart and consume it.

Volos:
I catch the entrails in my massive paw, the intestinal coils slipping between my ebon claws. You choose to dive in for the human’s heart and I do not question your choice of our meal’s offal. I take a mouthful into my own maw, drooling the tissue between my fangs. Copper and I Feast on the Kill, Alpha and Beta sharing their prey.

As our prey is devoured, protecting others of my herd from falling to him, I think that no matter how large and strong the predator, there is always another powerful predator larger and stronger hunting him. For territory, for dominance, for its own sake.

I long to take my Copper Wolf back to my Lair for the Night of Rutting to follow the Kill and the Feast. But I sense there is more you feel the need to do.

Copper Wolf:
While we feed on this man Arthur Reed, I keep his right hand separate from his body as I would need it to unlock his phone nearby, the desires of this human clear to me to save or help the victim inside. As we finish devouring his body, many bones and less desirable bits remaining from his carcass, I see a different lustful look in the blue eyes of my master. “I shall meet you back at the lair Lord Volos, there are two things I must attend to.” Either with you watching, or on my own, I take the man’s hand and unlock his device with his thumb, and then with a simple four touches, the device calls for the emergency number these humans have set up; a clever network to reach out for help more sophisticated than bees in a hive.

One final diversion before moving to the lair, using Wolven Speed, I return to the nearby forest where Madison disrobed and collect his backpack as I imagine I will not be leaving the lair tonight once we get started. My own lust shows now, the fresh wet pulp of that man’s chest only a sample of the activities my Copper Spike craves. With another flash of amber light and blur of motions, I now head for the Lair where my master awaits.

Volos:
I left my wolfling to complete our Feast, as this was his Kill. His victim. He had paused to finish his task and rescue our meal’s own victim. There IS always a bigger and more powerful predator. His instincts to protect the herd are strong but he sees individuals needing to be spared while I see the short-lived humans as pawns in a much longer game. I trust he will learn.

Volos:
I settle in at my Lair. I am gratified that I will not be compelled to give the human host his time for at least another passage of moon and sun. Copper and I have been apart too long and this night is … special … to us both. The sigils glow and spark as he approaches with haste.

Copper Wolf:
Having collected Madison’s backpack, I come to the lair, my hulking form looking majestic under the light as I enter, tips of copper glowing faintly as I again feel the residual mana source of your home. Eyes glowing the color of Amber Topaz, I set the bag down against a slab of stone to greet you, your pup has come home. Eyes turn to the glowing sigil that represents my power, it clearly luminated when this form or its powers are active.

Approaching my creator I offer a nuzzle, no longer drunk on the lust for blood, but instead a desire for companionship. Madison worries about this, there is a conflict between us on the action that is about to happen, but my loyalty to my master is unwavering. If he wishes to engage in primal lust with me, I am happy to reciprocate.

Madison Jones:
From my mental space I can see what is happening. I know that Copper is his, but I also know the consequences of having sex with Volos. He referred to it as Corrupting Cum, what he is using to control… the enslave Bedlam. I believe Bedlam is aware of this too. The question is, will this effect bleed through Copper into me? Will this just lead to conflict between me and my wolven form? I hope not. Copper is not a pet, he is a companion, and we respect each other, but an internal conflict could easily result in me being lost.

Volos:
Copper passes through the portal protected by strong enchantments; the spells recognize and admit him. I see him approach, the golden glow of the sigils sparkling off the reddish tinges of his fur-tips. He looks magnificent. One of my most memorable creations, but our bond is more than that.

You come closer with deference and …. affection? I reach up to pull you down with me to my Nest, lined with my centuries of shed sable-colored fur. I lick the remains of your victim from your fangs and maw.

“It has been a year since we joined, Copper, a full passage of the earthly orb around its sun. I understand these moments are … important … to humans.”

Copper Wolf:
“My Master, I have experienced much lust through this human… companion. Rarely do I engage myself. My master, creator, and teacher… your soldier desires training only you can give… show me… show us how to properly take prey.” A toothy grin crosses my maw, what you might call a parody of a smile. Climbing into your nest of stable fur, I lay back for you to take control of your child.

Volos:
“You have learned well how to hunt, how to kill, how to treat your meal as meat to be savored. Hunting and killing and feasting together, I now savor my wolfling…..”

I lick your maw as I roll on top of you. I grip your furry wrists and hold them behind your head, exposing your body to me. I lick you again, nibble at your left ear. I draw my ebon claws through your fur, gently raking your skin. I draw a little blood but the wounds heal over almost immediately with the powers I shared with you.

I hoist myself over you. “Turn over to your paws, wolfling, we will join in the ancient lupine style.”

Copper Wolf:
Paws raised behind my head, we share a glance not of child and parent, but as two about to merge, a slight wag of my tail showing pure excitement as my Copper Spike grows to its full size. There is a slight whimper of submissiveness, you are the only one to have experienced such a sound, and so you tell me about the Ancient Lupine Style. “Show me…” I follow your orders, an obedience in me showing as you direct my actions, turning over for you to mate with.

Madison Jones:
Ancient Lupine Style? He’s talking about doggy style. I would roll my eyes, but fuck, I’m so turned on. It’s been a bit since Volos has fucked me, will enjoy this.

Volos:
My blue eyes shine as I see you present yourself to me. Your furry tail wagging with anticipation as your haunches raise to welcome my entry. I see you brace, I see your claws dig into the Nest, prepared for the sexual assault you’ve seen from me before.

But you are not them. My claws gently grip your hairy hips as my Obsidian Spear throbs and drools. Its tip tags your hole under the twitching tail as I prepare to penetrate you. I slip in, a rumble between a howl and growl escaping me.

Copper Wolf:
Taking hold of my hips as I present myself, tail raised to give you full access, here in your next we merge as one, two wolves united with mutual growling. The savage nature of our forms shows now, an understanding, acceptance from us both of who is the “Alpha” and who is the “Beta”, terms that this human hates but I obey. You enter me under my complete obedience, whatever joy coming from the action a gracious scrap left out for me to consume from your meal. As the spear presses in, filling me completely, we fit perfectly as though I was made for this task… perhaps I was in some way.

As our union begins, grunts of pain change to passion, my copper tipped fur in stark contrast to your black fur. You mount me, ride me, take me not as prey, but as a soldier needing training, and I enjoy the ride.

Volos:
I mount you with Wolven energy as I take my pleasure with you. I adjust my thrusts, my probes, until your back arches and I know I have hit my target. I strike it as I push in, massage it as I withdraw, knowing you are becoming as close as I am to release.

I lean down and growl in your ear, “Delay your release, wolfling, I will take mine first on this special night.” I pump, I thrust, my Spear bringing you closer to the point you think you cannot resist.

My massive head arches back as I howl - I release my seed, flooding your canal. I pump until I am almost drained.

Copper Wolf:
Plunging into me deeply, the feel of your spear hitting the spot that brings most pleasure, heavy pants escape my maw. You can tell how much pleasure it brings to me, my Copper Spike starting to leak its own fluid into your nest. There is a desire to reach for it, but I resist, your growl in my ear commanding me to delay. Like a good pup I do as I’m told, a pump of your seed into me shortly after as you howl in conquest. You fill me up, the feeling of my masters cum excreting from me and dripping through my copper fur. Head arches up towards you as I push up to your chest, an action that I learned from this human.

On what humans would best call knees, my furry back presses to your black furred chest, paws reach up and behind my head to feel your massive form behind me. It has been a year and I have almost fully grown, but you are still larger than me. Cressing your head with my paws, wolven claws gently going through your fur, I speak in a low tone. “Finish it my lord, extract my seed for the nest.”

Madison Jones:
Fuck, it’s so good. It makes me wonder how much Copper feels when I fuck people. Though I’m usually more submissive in nature… this last year… I can’t help but to wonder if Copper has been affecting me, making me more dominant. Could it be solely so he can better enjoy when I take people in the ring. Perhaps there is some manipulation here going on I didn’t realize…

Volos:
I pant as I explode within my Beta but I hold some back as I commanded him to do. I lean down and nibble your ear again. “Now, my Copper, turn over.” I hoist up to allow you to face me. As you do, I lock maws with you, our thick moist tongues entwining.

I hoist up higher and position my muscular haunches up, straddling you. I lick your snout again before I rise to full height. The seven foot tall Wolf Lord lowers his hole onto your Spike and gasps - I have not been penetrated since the battle with BEDLAM. I engulf you, draw you in, as I begin to ride my Beta.

Copper Wolf:
Expecting you to keep thrusting in me until I spew, my master commands me to turn over, head cocking to the side with curiosity flooding my eyes. What is my lord thinking of doing? Tail wags as you position yourself over me, a treat for your cub on the day of his birth, my master wishes to ride the Copper Spike. There is no question from me who is in control here, many terms run through my mind that this human uses for what is happening, but that matters not. Tonight we join as you press onto me, my wolven chest rising and falling from the exertion.

As we begin, I let you do the work until you are comfortable, eyes of Amber Topaz locked with that of Steely Blue. I then begin to thrust my hips up into you, the experience of this human showing and my instincts coming to light. Heavy panting now, I aim to pleasure you much the same as you just did to me, and then finally we can rest.

Madison Jones:
I’m surprised by this turn of events. I honestly didn’t think that Volos would ever LET a person or thing inside of him like this. I guess we all have needs. Regardless, I’ll take what I can here, the pleasure I feel from this is great, and I know that my… our body, can’t hold back much longer. I am a passenger here, just along for the ride.

Volos:
Copper’s hips and my haunches slam rhythmically together as we furiously mate. We have never joined like this in the past year. I would only grant this to my Beta Prime - and Copper has earned that distinction. I feel his Spike throbbing inside my tight canal as I feel another load churning in my own testicles. I tighten on Copper’s erect shaft as my head rolls back to howl. My seed erupts into the red-tinged fur of my Beta’s belly and chest, as I seek to give him his release.

Copper Wolf:
With my master on top of me and the thrusting of my hips, my Spike erupts up into him starting to fill my seed into him. I howl when it happens, eyes closing only briefly, my pupils staying focused, locked with yours. Body tense from the action, a few more thrusts, truly a joy to be had tonight. Our union continues until we both lay in your nest ready for rest. The night continues to pass.

Lord Borgia:
I come walking through my underground military installation.

You are not logged in. - Lord Borgia

There are some places one reserves for experiments. Like any nuclear test, if something goes wrong, you can just walk away. Even if it goes rightly, I will just walk away. I was amused that such a place exists. The intersection of Devil’s Playground road and Tower road. The mystical implications are staggering.

I walk into the installation eager to see my test subject. Instead I am greeted like I am an intruder.

Aegis Stane:
“You should not be in this area. Call security!” I see this tall man walk in, all muscle and brute force. I have important visitors coming today.

Lord Borgia:
I walk in and am greeted by an idiot. The security detachment that’s called snap to attention when they see it’s me. As they should, they like to live. “Stane, you're an idiot! Show me what work brings me to this detestable wasteland!” I see the look on Stane’s face. Of course, I expect people to be unaware of my transformation, but one needn’t be rude about it.

It seems long ago, I was attacked while taking entertainment in Prague. A fool named Dr Scott Damm took a dread magical implement from me and thought he'd relieve me of life by blowing my head off. Yes, it did inconvenience me for some several years. But all things built can be rebuilt. [see A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC]

(These events are seen in A Little Night Music)

I must confess, years of indulgence had made me soft. The long convalescence gave me time to rebuild myself.

You are not logged in. - Aegis Stane

Some things can never be restored. Some scars stay, even when the entirety of the matrix of flesh is rebuilt. To erase every malecto and misfortune of cosmetics would also erase the essence of me, so some losses were deemed acceptable. Scars speak of a mixture of lessons learned and frail mortality underneath. If arcane power means one must check every meal for broken glass and poisons, so be it.

“Show me the beast!”

Aegis Stane:
I had never expected Lord Borgia to look so young. In fact I remember he was someone repulsive to behold with too much money to refuse. I watch the guards snap to respectful attention and realize I better produce quickly.

My heels come together and bow with his required respect. But that is the merest moment. I like to live. I walk to the Containment cell. Inside is the beast we captured. He slumbers under sedation. Schematics show him on the wall, his muscular perfection on display.

You are not logged in. - Beast Man

Lord Borgia:
“Restore him. I need him awake for this. Prepare the weapon for discharge at maximum output.” I turn to see the look of shock on my lab master’s face. “Maximum! You have no idea what I’m hunting, stop pretending you do!”

He shivers in fear and then recomposes himself. I do not deny him his worries and fears. He was raised to fear me, not love me. But his speed could improve. I am always amazed that my security, generally not intelligent men. They move instantly when ordered. Stane orders one of his lab hopefuls to the containment chamber and opens the door. The sleeping giant never moves. That is until he is hit with a double dose epi pen.

He screams and drops to the floor as the lab worker scrambles to leave. The lab monkey is not fast enough. Sad.

The furious giant leaps to his feet and the lab worker falls dead in moments. Yes, this one is dangerous. He snapped his neck in seconds. The door is slammed closed and locked. “Engage the weapon before he transforms!”

The Lab master engages the systems behind him and the containment cell is filled with a red light that looks like boiling sunlight. He turns up the intensity and the machine’s output erupts to maximum capacity. The whole underground chamber fills with the red light and I feel it thrumming through the floor! The subject hits the floor and writhes in pain.

You are not logged in. - Crimson Veil

The room fills with that eldritch light but nothing else seems to be affected. Only the lycan in containment. The light subsides and the machinery winds down. “Open the container.” The Lab master looks at me in horror but the security men obey.

The door opens as I pull my ritual gladius from my belt. It’s folded Damascus steel and forged to hold spells, not for combat. But in this case, it will do.

The man comes to his feet and lunges from the cell, a full head taller than I am. Running for me he runs headlong into the blade. It carves a hole through his sternum. The look of pain and surprise tells everything I need to know. “Ah yes, you are now mortal, aren’t you?” His eyes deliver songs of horror and anger. “Yes. It has been some time since you felt true pain. You should savor it. I did you a favor. I have removed that hideous wolven coat you have been forced to wear.” The sword pulls from his chest and he sinks to his knees. The ruins of his heart and lungs land in his hands.

“Very good Stane. The experiment is a success.” Stane stares at me in horror as the giant quietly dies. “Oh please, just clean up and recalibrate. When can the unit be used again?”

It was a pity that he was so useless. His confession that this was a single use system made his notes far more useful than his life. The two bodies were discarded with haste.

I am still pleased. The giant is about the resilience of Volos, though hardly the same age.

The Author:
Lord Borgia’s combination of magic and science has led to the creation of a new weapon, a field emission that is capable of blocking the transformation of lycanthrope creatures and forcing them to revert to their human forms. His powerful new weapon is sure to give him a stronger hand in the coming war, but for now there are unforeseen consequences.

Deep underground below his base is one of the worlds largest aquifers. WIth such a wide area connected to it stretching from Canada to New Mexico, the effects of this new weapon refract wide across the western United States. One such place is the Lair of Volos, which fills with a dim red light while the two wolves sleep. Meanwhile at the bed of a young and former host of Volos, this event has an immediate impact…

Tobias Kane:
I sit bolt upright in my bed, suddenly alert. I listen for whatever sound woke me so abruptly. I concentrate my senses using the enhanced hearing and sight I gained back in Estonia after my parting from the Wolf Lord.

I see no movement, I hear no sound. As I become fully alert, the import of my reaction clarifies in my mind. I hear nothing. Even after my release from being host to the Wolf, I have always heard a bit of his thoughts, a never-ending murmur and the occasional howl. Now, though, there is silence.

“Volos……”

Madison Jones:
I awaken in familiar surroundings. A nest of stable black fur, the cold of the early morning, wall of glowing runes, and… a person? Something doesn’t feel right, I look at my hand first, it’s human, I’m in my human form, fingers curling and touching. Something feels off, but I can’t quite place it yet. I snap my fingers, an amber flame appears above the contact point, my eyes focusing on it for a moment before I wave it out. I can still do my tricks, well that thick; it’s pretty basic.

Leaning back against the wall of the nest, I turn my attention to the far more interesting development. There is a naked man in the nest with me and not Volos. I remember last night, the sex, him riding me at the end, well riding Copper. Fuck, is that what is…? I close my eyes and concentrate, looking for my companion, but there is an eerie quiet in my mind. Normally I can feel him, his primal behavior… normally I wake with an erection… that’s missing right now. Is he… gone?

Who is this man next to me? He is sleeping, handsome, muscular, and completely naked like me. Could he be? I can’t make too many assumptions, but I can do one thing before my movements wake him. I reach down along my left leg into the stable fur of the next and I feel for it… I check to see if the Bedlam Medallion is still here.

David Johnson:
I stir. Before my eyes fully open and focus, I feel the fur of the Wolf’s nest, not my mattress in the alcove. I snap to attention and sit up, looking around. There’s a naked man beside me! I have not seen another human being - any being - in what must be two years, ever since the monster took possession of my body in Estonia.

I do not sense a threat from the man but my MI6 training kicks in and I turn swiftly away, rolling into a defensive crouch. I take a closer look and the man is very handsome, well-built, clearly a trained athlete. I calm myself and ask in a clipped British accent, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

Madison Jones:
Ah there it is. I start to lift up the medallion when the naked man comes to, quickly set it down and turn my attention to him when he suddenly rolls away from me, some martial training in him for sure. Could he be… Volos’ host? It’s really the only thing that makes sense. “Hey, calm down.” I lay there still not being threatening even if my own training is making me want to Kip-Up and get defensive.

This man could be dangerous, I know virtually nothing about him. I think he was an injured body that the big wolf took over when he released Tobias. I’ve largely looked the other way regarding the acquisition of his body for Volos as a host, though more recently thoughts about it had come to mind since those Journals of William Banks showed up at the bar. It mentioned how his lover, Inspector Laurent was a host for the Wolf, and for a time Volos needed to go into a dormant state. Could that be happening now? I clear my throat a bit.

“We should probably start with names. I’m Madison, Madison Jones. I would shake your hand normally, but… I’m not sure if you would try to break it or not.” I offer a kind smile, my mind starting to wonder what the fuck is going on.

David Johnson:
The man tenses a moment but relaxes, intentionally it seems to indicate he is not a danger to me. He regards me as he introduces himself and I read his body language. And, I must say, that body is speaking to me.

I offer my hand and allow a slight smile to indicate I mean him no harm. “I will not break your hand, unless you give me a reason,” I joke. “I am David Johnson, agent with MI6. I imagine I am currently considered as Missing In Action. I confess I rarely find myself naked with a handsome man before exchanging names.” My eyes scan the room for anomalies like the appearance of Madison Jones.

I look to my alcove. There is no food or supplies, although my clothes are still there. This is unusual. In all the time I’ve been held prisoner here, the monster has never failed to leave me sustenance. He has occasionally brought me books and the weights for working outs, which have helped keep me sane in my captivity. Something is definitely amiss here.

Madison Jones:
You seem friendly enough, and I never turn down a handshake, though I don’t know how much you know about the current situation or your whereabouts. I neglect the Medallion for right now, after all, this could be an elaborate ploy or worse, this man could be part of the Red Star that Volos simply took over. Honestly I kind of think that is the best case scenario in a way because it would mean this man is human garbage who deserves to be made into a meat puppet. Like I said though, I know too little to make a judgment call at this time, so I shake hands.

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“David Johnson, MI6… I’m afraid I’m not much of a military person.” I start to rise up from the nest and look for my bag, still against the stone slab Copper set it against last night. “Being naked is pretty common for me all things considered David, I’m a an erotic pro wrestling and basically end up naked every match. It’s fun.” Smile as I get to my bag and pull out my clothing, sliding on my cargo pants and more importantly, the weaponized boots that Assassin Kang gave me… just in case. I am actively being hunted by a crazy cult after all.

With just the pants and boots on, I pull out my pack of cigarettes, flicking a couple out of the pack. “How long has it been? It’s 2022 right now August, hottest goddamn month in human history thanks to Climate Change. Want a smoke?” I offer the second stick over to you after taking the first with my lips. With a snap again producing an amber flame, I light the stick, my intention to see how you react to me doing something clearly not normal… not mundane.

David Johnson:
I listen and watch you, trying to discern any clue as to what has happened in the world during my captivity. I hear your story and I parse every word. I hear you refer to MI6 as a military organization, not intelligence. I suppose both could be true.

An erotic pro wrestler? You and I both dress, the nakedness both awkward and arousing. And definitely, distracting. But I concentrate. I don’t know much about wrestling but your muscles flexing as you pull on your boots, perhaps too closely, and it seems those boots are heavier than they need to be.

I take a cigarette from your pack. I stopped smoking when I entered MI6 but I won’t refuse under these circumstances. You pretend not to watch my face as you produce flame to light your cigarette. I saw what happened at Gregory Payne’s Estonian Base, monsters from darker nightmares than I ever dreamt, magic I suppose, and my abduction and possession by the seven-foot Wolf. This magic trick does not impress me, but I wonder at your motives to demonstrate that skill.

I lean forward with my cigarette, “May I have a light?”

Madison Jones:
I lean my hand forward at the request and light the stick without a verbal response. Taking a deep drag and exhaling some smoke, I’m not afraid to let my bad habit show. “I’m guessing you are no stranger to magic or the supernatural. I’m guessing you are the host for the big wolf around here. Is this the first time you have awoken?” I’m not actually sure how long the suppression cycle is for Volos, but with Inspector Laurent, it seemed like he had to come out after a few weeks of being suppressed. I’m guessing David has been let out under careful supervision before… I’m really hoping he wasn’t chained or anything, but I think the big wolf is more subtle than that though.

Once the cigarettes are lit and talking is started, I come over to the glowing sigil that represents Copper, trying to determine what has happened here. Is Copper suppressed? I don’t feel him, but I think I still have the Copper Power Source inside of me, after all I can still make flames. I might have access to my wolven powers too, but I’m not sure, and I don’t want to freak David out by flashing Amber Topaz eyes his way. I’ll save that for later if need be.

David Johnson:
I puff on the cigarette as I listen to your questions. What do you already know? What is your relationship with the monster? “I was taken, injured, from the Estonian Base,” I think of how I can satisfy him - yes, satisfaction came to mind - without betraying too much. “I understand that I was a hostage in case MI6 came after the beast.” I leave out a bit of the narrative and say, “A few days later, the beast looked at me and I … disappeared. I spend half my time here as a reasonably well-treated prisoner, half with my mind oblivious.”

Madison Jones:
I’m listening carefully while looking over the sigil. It glows as expected, but is flickering I think. I move over to the one that represents Volos, and it seems to be in a similar state. I… really don’t know what is happening here, but I’ve experienced situations on my own where when the Lord of a realm disappears, threats can get in. The Pagan Woods are just one such example…

“I see David.” I turn back your way, “Do you have any recollection of what was happening while your body was being controlled?” I suspect not, Volos probably doesn’t cohabitate like Copper and Me, he’s far too… Alpha for that. “I should probably explain some of who I am to you, you’re at a huge disadvantage here. I’m one of Volo’s soldiers, maybe even his head soldier.” Not sure where I stand in regards to Bedlam in terms of ‘Rank’, but Volos did let me… let Copper penetrate him last night, so that’s gotta count for something. “I assure you David though, my base is human, not a monster. The Red Star Cult is my enemy, do you know about them?”

David Johnson:
Volos? Red Star Cult? The unfamiliar names - I assume they are names - were it not for my interrogation training, I do not reveal my ignorance. I gather that Volos was the beast that abducted and imprisoned me. A vague memory surfaces that he also healed my wounds.

I flick the ash off my smoke, measuring my words. “I have never seen the beast since he … inhabited … me. I do not recall what happens when, I assume, he takes charge.” I look at the dimly flickering sigils on the wall, usually active when I look at them, and I wonder if the wards that prevented me from escaping this prison have dropped. I cannot chance that, this … Madison Jones … is my best opportunity to escape. I must play his game.

Madison Jones:
I seem a bit preoccupied looking over the wall, though our thoughts are similar to yours concerning the glyphs. “David, we may be in danger here.” I say bluntly, turning back your way. “I know there is a lot to take in, but right now I don’t know if this place is under attack or not. For months the Red Star has been trying to kill me because of my connection to Volos. This is dangerous.” Maybe I’m giving away too much, but his life could be in danger too.

Moving over to the nest, I again step into it and crouch down feeling about through the fur. I lift up the Bedlam Medallion, this time not hiding it from sight.

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I need to safeguard this, after all basically everyone wants it. I’m about to take it into my mystic inventory, an internal part of myself where my weapon and a few other things reside when I realize… That’s a terrible idea. I don’t want BEDLAM in Any Form inside of me, he’s already tried to trick me into putting this damn thing on. I slip it into my pocket for now.

“David, this is a very unusual situation. Normally the big wolf has a literal Xanatos Gambit setup to prevent shit like this from happening. I’m improvising here, but you have to believe that I have your best interest at heart.” A half truth there, I do care about David’s life, but I realize how vulnerable Volos could be right now. I can’t let him out of my sight. “Would you like to come with me to get some food? There is this really great sandwich place I go to by Golden Gate Park called Sunset Subs.” I give my most charming smile.

David Johnson:
You warn me you sense that we’re in danger. I believe you are correct. Looking at the dim flickering of the glyphs on the wall, I consider that the wards that prevented me from going through the exit of the lair may have fallen away. I wonder too how Madison Jones entered.

As you return to the nest, you pull an amulet from the fur that lines the monster’s nest. Not an amulet, THE amulet! It takes all my self-control not to gasp, blanche, and back away. This was on the monster’s altar at his hideaway in Estonia. Bound, I had watched both mystified and mesmerized as his claws took on a strange black luminescence and he began to trace patterns in the air over it and mutter in what must pass for a language for his kind. He abruptly stopped the odd ceremony, cocked that massive head as if listening to something, then turned toward me. I remembered nothing else until waking here.

(These events were seen in Chasing Bedlam: Supplemental: Glimpses of Epic Dreams)

You pocket the piece and my unease grows. But I have no consciousness of what has transpired in the world since my imprisonment or the fate of my colleagues in the Battle of Estonia. I will need a guide and you seem to be the only semblance of one available. You offer food and I am happy to have more of a choice than what the monster leaves me. Golden Gate Park? We’re in San Francisco? “Yes, Madison Jones, I would very much like to accompany you for a meal.”

Madison Jones:
I saw your reaction when I slipped the medallion away, it was brief, but I noticed. I wonder if you realized you were probably sleeping within feet of it for over two years? Anyhow your reaction to the offer of food is met with a warm smile and a growl of my stomach. “I know there is a lot to take in David, but before we walk out of here, promise me you aren’t going to do anything… dumb.” I hate taking on a role like this. “I get you are military or whatever and have been stuck here, but you are probably a lot safer with me right now.”

At the doorway to the lair are the normal lines of glyphs acting as a barrier. I observe them closely thinking that I’ve been keyed to the location. I think it's probably best not to make assumptions, the magic that Volos uses could be drastically different than that of the bar. I reach out my hand and touch where the field would be… and nothing reacts. This place may be completely open to who… or whatever is out there. Worse, we could be being hunted.

“Come on, let’s go to San Francisco where I can get us some food and more importantly, a good drink. Think we could both use it.”

David Johnson:
I accompany you to the entrance of the lair. I hear you tell me I’m safer with you and that may very well be true, but I am not convinced yet of your trustworthiness. But I have little choice.

I see your hands touch the plane where the wards held me back. I do not assume it will be the same for me. I tentatively reach out with my left hand, fingers outstretched. I have tried this before and the consequences were, to say the least, unpleasant. This time, there is a faint glimmer but I am not thrown backwards into the lair.

I step out, the sun is shining over the grey blanket of fog. My eyes squint in the bright light, ill-accustomed after two long years of confinement. I feel the warmth on my skin and I soak it in. I resist looking over to you, knowing you wish the monster to return. To me…

To me, this smells like freedom.

Published: 2022-08-12, viewed 98 times.