Anthu

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Eyes clouded red with bloodlust. The hunger is always present. Though he does not look like it, Anthu was once a Scholar. He traveled from his home in the Scarred Wasteland to the Viridian Labyrinth to study the multidue of flora and fauna the Gladekeeper's domain had to offer. His academic endeavor was tragically cut short. He was nose and paws the the ground cataloging a new species of fungus when he felt a terrible searing pain in his back. He swing around only to find himself the victim of a mirror attack. But this mirror was different. It had a wolfish feral quality to it that Anthu had never seen. He struggled with the dragon, but the pain became too much for him. As he slipped into the blackness, he saw a small Nocturne toss a blinding spell at his assailant. When he awoke again, he was in a small, well traveled clearing. As he struggled to sit up, he could feel the bandages covering the wounds on his back. "Ya'd best be gettin ya rest now." A voice to his left said. He saw the same Nocturne he had seen before he blacked out. She was tending to a cauldron which was emanating a sickly odor and color. "Wh..What happened?" His voice was weak, and cracked as he tried to speak. "Ya were attacked." He grunted as he sat up straighter to look at his rescuer "I understand that. What was I attacked by?" "A monster. Somethin ain't never should existed. But it do. And now it's in ya blood." "M-My blood?" "Aye youngin," "Can you heal it?" "Nay. It's a part of ya now. Ah ken heal the wounds." She gestured at the cauldron in front of her. "But the taint, it's in ya boy. Ain't nothing no one can do about that." She tossed a dead long neck scholar infront of the tundra. "Now eat. Yas gonna need ya strength if ya want ta survive what's ta come." Anthu bulked at the corpse in front of him. "Th-thats... THATS MY FAMILIAR!? I can't eat her. She was my friend. I need to bury her! And besides, I am a tundra. We eat plants. Not meat." "Aye that's true. But ya ain't a tundra no more. And nothin goes ta waste here. Familiar or not. Now eat so Ah can get this brew ta heal ya wounds." Anthu rolled his eyes and the other dragon, but lowered his nose to the body anyway. He was taken aback with how good it smelled,

and tentiavely took a bite despite the tears he was shedding. Immediately he lunged at the rest of the animal, growling and tearing it to shreds. Bones crunching between his fangs as he sucked them dry of their marrow. When he was finished, fresh blood caked his muzzle and is claws. He began to groom his paw pads, savoring every last drop of blood he could lick up.

"Ya believe me now?"

Anthu looked up from his grooming and the realization of what he had just done hit him like a tidalwave. The poor tundra promptly threw up everything he ate.

The Nocturne laughed at the sight before her. "Ya'd best be gettin' used to this. It only gets worse from here."

She was right.

As the days passed, Anthu felt his transformation become complete. The wounds on his back healed, but left a nasty scar. He felt his muscles bulk up, and his fangs began to elongate. His craving for meat only grew, and soon he was consumed by bloodlust when he hunted and ate his kills.

A month after the first attack, he was awoken by the sound and pain of his bones cracking and reforming. He screamed into the night, but it came out as a wolfish howl that was answered by others in the distance.

He felt fast. He felt strong. He felt feral.

He took off at a run savoring his newfound strength and speed. Soon he was joined by others that smelled like him. They hunted and feasted together, but as the dawn rose, the impromptu pack split apart and Anthu went back his resting spot.

He doesn't remember the Nocturne he sees when he enters the clearing, but her scent tells the tundra in him she is a friend. He sniffs a circle around her, growling his dominance before abruptly stalking off and creating a bed under a tree. As he sleeps, memories of his life before fade. The wolf is the only thing that remains.




Mavir didn't need sight to tell her the tundra's transformation was complete. The blind Nocturne sighed to no one in particular as she made her way over to the sleeping dragon. She muttered words in a dead tongue and cast a spell over the dragon.

"Are you sure that's wise Mavir? Putting that spell on him? Binding him to you?"

"And what else would ya have meh do Noxis?" She turned toward her mate who had been watching the exchange. "Ah can't cure him. It's best ah take precautions so he dun harm any one else without mah command."

She turned and began walking away from the Imperial. "Besides, it wouldn't hurt ta have a tamed dracolycanthrope on our side."