The castle Knight Wolf went into was dimly lit. Its walls danced a dark shade of orange. The flames in the braziers flickered as the werewolf passed, his cape fluttering slightly in the chill air this castle gave.
Knight Wolf rubbed one of his arms, finding that he was getting an uncomfortable feeling from this place. He looked up at the ceiling and saw banners hanging down, each of them with the mural of a famous hero from the past.
"Chalur the Firebringer?" He squinted up at a brown-colored banner with a humanoid hawk on it. He could recognize this person from the biology he read on them. "Fancy seeing a famous face in here.... Whoever owns this place must have good taste."
His gaze switched to an orange colored banner with a red, gargoyle-like creature on it. "Is that... Sir Nobody? The silent hero?" Knight Wolf whistled.
He spent the next few minutes admiring banners. So many heroes he recognized and had looked up to in his youth. He had always wanted to be like them, which was a reason for his desire to become a knight. He walked to the front of the hallway, seeing a set of two steps that led up to a large throne. It was currently empty.
"Huh. I would have expected someone to be here by now." Knight Wolf scratched his head. "Hello? I'm here to speak to Enchantress Visigard?"
Upon speaking, Knight Wolf felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He heard a small pop in his ear, causing him to turn around. Before him was a woman, her black hair seemed to be as long as the dark-red dress she wore. Surrounding her was a small wisp of smoke, denoting she had just arrived.
"I don't expect visitors, especially unsolicited." She spoke in a croaky voice. Her hand covered her mouth as she coughed. "How can I help you?" She returned her gaze to the knight after her fits of coughing ended.
Knight Wolf bowed. “I am sorry to intrude, Enchantress Visiga-“
Knight Wolf felt a finger lift his chin up, causing him to stare deep into the enchantress’s eyes. “Jessica. May I have your name?”
Knight Wolf cocked a brow. He had heard of this specifically asked question before. “I have no name to give you, but you can call me Knight Wolf.”
Jessica smirked. “A learned werewolf you are. I shouldn’t expect any less, as you are the Hero of Ebony Blade.”
“The what now?” Knight Wolf tilted his head to the side.
Jessica gestured up to the banners. “Epithets. Knight Wolf, the Hero of the Ebony Blade. The hero who has not shed a drop of blood. The Hero of Tongues? Do you not know your own monikers?”
“I’m afraid I do not.” Knight Wolf lifted a hand to his ear, scratching it. “I’ve only heard the Ebony Blade one… once. Those other ones are new to me. How do you know about me?”
Jessica smiled. “I know of every hero who walks into my halls. This place is enchanted, after all. Why are you here?”
“I seek the knowledge of an enchantress.” Knight Wolf’s expression darkened, as he was reminded of his visit. “How do you break a chrono-lock spell?”
“Right to the point, are we?” Jessica put a finger under Knight Wolf’s chin again. “Chrono-lock spells are very difficult and dangerous. They prevent one from aging or even dying… but it comes at a cost of humanity.”
“I… know.” Knight Wolf bit his lip.
The enchantress walked around him, lifting up his cape and examining it. “A learned werewolf with great taste? Oh, you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?”
Knight Wolf felt his neck-hairs prickle again, and he whipped his cape away from Jessica. “And what is it you just did?”
“Oh?” Jessica feigned ignorance for a moment… but then her expression darkened. “Everyone who comes to me, seeking knowledge, must pay the cost.”
Knight Wolf backed away from her a bit but found his foot tripping into his cape. This was odd. His cape was not supposed to go lower than his knees. How was he tripping over it? A shrinking spell?
“You did not give me much knowledge, Jessica.” He snarled, lifting a foot up. The cape seemed stuck to his foot, and he could see a faint green light start to form from it. “I came on behalf of a friend, not my own personal gain.”
“All the more reason I find you… good.” Jessica, looking down at Knight Wolf’s feet, snapped her fingers. Knight Wolf felt an immediate surge of pricking pain in his feet that slowly wove their way up to his heel.
“Ack!” Knight Wolf looked down at his feet again…. He tried to lift them, but found that his cape was coming with his feet…. When he lifted his leg up high enough, he could just see a draped cloth where his foot should have been. He had not properly seen it for years, but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be… whatever it was.
Wherever he felt the needles prick, he felt his body become numb, as if it was no longer his own. He couldn’t feel it, either internally or through trying to touch it with his hands. All he picked up was his cape, which was now a lot longer than he remembered.
Knight Wolf grabbed for his sword, hoping to cut himself free… but his sword wasn’t there.
“Ebony blade?” Jessica scoffed, causing Knight Wolf to look at her. She had his pitch-black sword in her hands. “Demon’s bane, as they say. Though, I heard this causes people to have nightmares if they’ve shed blood.”
“D… don’t touch tha-ACK!” Knight Wolf felt the pinching feeling hit his knees, and he immediately fell onto his butt. He saw his green cape and a bunch of light-green threads weaving their way in and out of his body. That explained the pinching. He saw his body sink into the cloth wherever a needle pricked him.
Panicked, he tried to lift a hand to grab at where his feet should have been, but he could only pick up his cape. He lifted up what he could of it, seeing that, embellished on the cape was a grey and cream colored cloth, the same kind of fabric as his cape… but colored like… his paw.
“Gah!” Knight Wolf felt the pain hit his thighs, causing him to drop the cloth with his paw on it. He placed his hands next to him, trying to hoist himself up, but he had no legs to hoist himself up on. From what he could see, with the green threads now at his belly, his legs were becoming the colored fabric he had picked up earler.
“G…give me back my sword!” Knight Wolf called, trying to lift a hand to grasp at the sword in Jessica’s hand… but his cape came with him. He immediately felt a prick in his hand before it became numb. Horrified, he saw his fingers were starting to mold together into a fabric.
“People write words onto paper. I write people onto banners.” Jessica smiled, gesturing at the ceiling. “I collect the greatest of heroes.”
“But if you collect them all, then there will be no one left to be a hero!” Knight Wolf remarked hastily, losing the feeling in his entire lower half, now that it was just cloth.
“There will always be someone to step up to the plate.” Jessica, lowered Knight Wolf’s sword, letting it hit the castle floor. “You, in particular. When the demons started attacking, you showed up… you and this… sword.” She looked at it, frowning. “It’s a useless weapon if it can’t hurt anyone!”
“Drop it now!” Knight Wolf insisted, trying to lift his hand up again. He couldn’t even lift it now, as only his chest and upward were still there. “Release me! You endanger yourself by carrying that bla-“ Knight Wolf felt his chest go numb. He could no longer breathe, he had no lungs to breathe with.
Jessica chortled, lifting the sword up. “When you’re done turning into a banner, the threads will hang you up… there.” She pointed between Chalur the Firebringer and Sir Nobody.
Knight Wolf tried to open his mouth but felt the fabric press against his chin, causing it to close shut. Within a moment, he couldn’t feel his chin at all. He stared up at Jessica with terrified eyes.
“I collect only the best.” Jessica gave one last smile at the werewolf before putting her foot on his head and gently pushing it into the cloth. Knight Wolf’s world disappeared as he lost all feeling in his entire body. “It seems you were the best,” was the last thing Knight Wolf heard before his ears became cloth.
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A random drawing I did for myself! This is a concept I've wanted to do for a LONG while. So... here it is!
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Including guests: (left) chalur (right) creatureunknown
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Chalur © chalur
Sir Nobody © creatureunknown
Knight Wolf/ Story/ Art © pikminpedia Me
Knight Wolf rubbed one of his arms, finding that he was getting an uncomfortable feeling from this place. He looked up at the ceiling and saw banners hanging down, each of them with the mural of a famous hero from the past.
"Chalur the Firebringer?" He squinted up at a brown-colored banner with a humanoid hawk on it. He could recognize this person from the biology he read on them. "Fancy seeing a famous face in here.... Whoever owns this place must have good taste."
His gaze switched to an orange colored banner with a red, gargoyle-like creature on it. "Is that... Sir Nobody? The silent hero?" Knight Wolf whistled.
He spent the next few minutes admiring banners. So many heroes he recognized and had looked up to in his youth. He had always wanted to be like them, which was a reason for his desire to become a knight. He walked to the front of the hallway, seeing a set of two steps that led up to a large throne. It was currently empty.
"Huh. I would have expected someone to be here by now." Knight Wolf scratched his head. "Hello? I'm here to speak to Enchantress Visigard?"
Upon speaking, Knight Wolf felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He heard a small pop in his ear, causing him to turn around. Before him was a woman, her black hair seemed to be as long as the dark-red dress she wore. Surrounding her was a small wisp of smoke, denoting she had just arrived.
"I don't expect visitors, especially unsolicited." She spoke in a croaky voice. Her hand covered her mouth as she coughed. "How can I help you?" She returned her gaze to the knight after her fits of coughing ended.
Knight Wolf bowed. “I am sorry to intrude, Enchantress Visiga-“
Knight Wolf felt a finger lift his chin up, causing him to stare deep into the enchantress’s eyes. “Jessica. May I have your name?”
Knight Wolf cocked a brow. He had heard of this specifically asked question before. “I have no name to give you, but you can call me Knight Wolf.”
Jessica smirked. “A learned werewolf you are. I shouldn’t expect any less, as you are the Hero of Ebony Blade.”
“The what now?” Knight Wolf tilted his head to the side.
Jessica gestured up to the banners. “Epithets. Knight Wolf, the Hero of the Ebony Blade. The hero who has not shed a drop of blood. The Hero of Tongues? Do you not know your own monikers?”
“I’m afraid I do not.” Knight Wolf lifted a hand to his ear, scratching it. “I’ve only heard the Ebony Blade one… once. Those other ones are new to me. How do you know about me?”
Jessica smiled. “I know of every hero who walks into my halls. This place is enchanted, after all. Why are you here?”
“I seek the knowledge of an enchantress.” Knight Wolf’s expression darkened, as he was reminded of his visit. “How do you break a chrono-lock spell?”
“Right to the point, are we?” Jessica put a finger under Knight Wolf’s chin again. “Chrono-lock spells are very difficult and dangerous. They prevent one from aging or even dying… but it comes at a cost of humanity.”
“I… know.” Knight Wolf bit his lip.
The enchantress walked around him, lifting up his cape and examining it. “A learned werewolf with great taste? Oh, you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?”
Knight Wolf felt his neck-hairs prickle again, and he whipped his cape away from Jessica. “And what is it you just did?”
“Oh?” Jessica feigned ignorance for a moment… but then her expression darkened. “Everyone who comes to me, seeking knowledge, must pay the cost.”
Knight Wolf backed away from her a bit but found his foot tripping into his cape. This was odd. His cape was not supposed to go lower than his knees. How was he tripping over it? A shrinking spell?
“You did not give me much knowledge, Jessica.” He snarled, lifting a foot up. The cape seemed stuck to his foot, and he could see a faint green light start to form from it. “I came on behalf of a friend, not my own personal gain.”
“All the more reason I find you… good.” Jessica, looking down at Knight Wolf’s feet, snapped her fingers. Knight Wolf felt an immediate surge of pricking pain in his feet that slowly wove their way up to his heel.
“Ack!” Knight Wolf looked down at his feet again…. He tried to lift them, but found that his cape was coming with his feet…. When he lifted his leg up high enough, he could just see a draped cloth where his foot should have been. He had not properly seen it for years, but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be… whatever it was.
Wherever he felt the needles prick, he felt his body become numb, as if it was no longer his own. He couldn’t feel it, either internally or through trying to touch it with his hands. All he picked up was his cape, which was now a lot longer than he remembered.
Knight Wolf grabbed for his sword, hoping to cut himself free… but his sword wasn’t there.
“Ebony blade?” Jessica scoffed, causing Knight Wolf to look at her. She had his pitch-black sword in her hands. “Demon’s bane, as they say. Though, I heard this causes people to have nightmares if they’ve shed blood.”
“D… don’t touch tha-ACK!” Knight Wolf felt the pinching feeling hit his knees, and he immediately fell onto his butt. He saw his green cape and a bunch of light-green threads weaving their way in and out of his body. That explained the pinching. He saw his body sink into the cloth wherever a needle pricked him.
Panicked, he tried to lift a hand to grab at where his feet should have been, but he could only pick up his cape. He lifted up what he could of it, seeing that, embellished on the cape was a grey and cream colored cloth, the same kind of fabric as his cape… but colored like… his paw.
“Gah!” Knight Wolf felt the pain hit his thighs, causing him to drop the cloth with his paw on it. He placed his hands next to him, trying to hoist himself up, but he had no legs to hoist himself up on. From what he could see, with the green threads now at his belly, his legs were becoming the colored fabric he had picked up earler.
“G…give me back my sword!” Knight Wolf called, trying to lift a hand to grasp at the sword in Jessica’s hand… but his cape came with him. He immediately felt a prick in his hand before it became numb. Horrified, he saw his fingers were starting to mold together into a fabric.
“People write words onto paper. I write people onto banners.” Jessica smiled, gesturing at the ceiling. “I collect the greatest of heroes.”
“But if you collect them all, then there will be no one left to be a hero!” Knight Wolf remarked hastily, losing the feeling in his entire lower half, now that it was just cloth.
“There will always be someone to step up to the plate.” Jessica, lowered Knight Wolf’s sword, letting it hit the castle floor. “You, in particular. When the demons started attacking, you showed up… you and this… sword.” She looked at it, frowning. “It’s a useless weapon if it can’t hurt anyone!”
“Drop it now!” Knight Wolf insisted, trying to lift his hand up again. He couldn’t even lift it now, as only his chest and upward were still there. “Release me! You endanger yourself by carrying that bla-“ Knight Wolf felt his chest go numb. He could no longer breathe, he had no lungs to breathe with.
Jessica chortled, lifting the sword up. “When you’re done turning into a banner, the threads will hang you up… there.” She pointed between Chalur the Firebringer and Sir Nobody.
Knight Wolf tried to open his mouth but felt the fabric press against his chin, causing it to close shut. Within a moment, he couldn’t feel his chin at all. He stared up at Jessica with terrified eyes.
“I collect only the best.” Jessica gave one last smile at the werewolf before putting her foot on his head and gently pushing it into the cloth. Knight Wolf’s world disappeared as he lost all feeling in his entire body. “It seems you were the best,” was the last thing Knight Wolf heard before his ears became cloth.
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A random drawing I did for myself! This is a concept I've wanted to do for a LONG while. So... here it is!
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Including guests: (left) chalur (right) creatureunknown
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Chalur © chalur
Sir Nobody © creatureunknown
Knight Wolf/ Story/ Art © pikminpedia Me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Wolf
Gender Male
Size 362 x 1280px
Hopefully this doesn't damage the fabric of time and space.
Edna Mode would be quite proud, darling.
(I want to somehow work in the “My god, you’ve gotten fat.” Line somewhere in this comment as well because it seems appropriate but I don’t know how so I’m just gonna leave it here on the floor, feel free to pick it up if you’d like)
(I want to somehow work in the “My god, you’ve gotten fat.” Line somewhere in this comment as well because it seems appropriate but I don’t know how so I’m just gonna leave it here on the floor, feel free to pick it up if you’d like)
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