The laugh deepened. The cloak seemed to shudder with the effort. The figure stepped back again, this time, placing both hands on the shewolf's shoulders.
"Do to whom? This?" He gave the femme a little shake, but she did not respond. "I didn't do much of anything," seethed the velvety voice. "I just claimed what was left with me."
The figure again stepped around her and seemed to increase in girth and height. The hood raised...vivid red eyes pierced through the very soul of the dracowolf. A dark, withered hand unfolded from the cloak and drew back the hood ever so slightly, just enough to expoose Feydon's crowd, showing a skull pitted and torn, the four horns merely cracked and diseased stumped.
"You, however, did THIS to ME," Feydon bellowed, his darknesss seeming to fill the woods. The sun had given way to dark swirling clouds, the winf catching and plucking up leaves and wisking them away, the air very chilled. Feydon returned the hood to its former state and hid his broken hand. "I WAS NOTHING THEN....YOU LEFT ME IN A VOID...A VOID FILLED WITH YOUR LIGHT."
It was then Feydon threw his hand back toward the femme, who again arched back as a piercing cry escaped her. There was a smaller light that appeared before her chest, and there, solidifying near her heart, was the broken Dragon Claw Orb.
"And THIS is what you left behind. Now, it belongs to ME."
The orb returned itself to the femme's heart, and she returned to her previous state, unmoving, unfeeling.
Feydon backed toward the femme wolf.
"And now, it is time to REACT....BAYWOLF!!!!!"
***
Baywolf raised her eyes...the piercing pink of which shown through to the world. She raised her paws to her chest and began to Sing...
"A net of dreams..."
Feydon cackled as the winds picked up even higher and began to swirl around Baywolf as she rose from the earth, the grass beneath her burning as an unseen heat released from her body. The gems in shoulders began to glow and crescendo in their brightness. Her body seemed thin, ethreal, and one could slightly see the forest behind her as trees bent in a forty-five degree angle. Everything seemed drawn toward her center.
"I've spun...
a lengthy and alluring song..."
Feydon widened his stance and moves his arms outward from his sides, as if expecting something to finds its way to his arms.
"...Casts off the foolishness of reality and throws it into the winds..."
Baywolf was now almost transparent.
"REACT WITH ME!!! REACT WITH ME NOW!!!"
Her pupils were pinpoints. She reached forward, toward Feydon....
...and passed through him, cupping Slash's cheek in her paw. All Slash heard was the gentle sound of a water droplet hitting the surface of a lake.
***
Slash felt as if himself was lifted from the earth, a gentle breeze swirling about him even though the wind was a ferocious as a hurricane. He felt Baywolf's presence near, within, and throughout. She was Singing with him, his voice echoing hers with this poem:
"Begin the Promise...
And make the Vow...
And in this place, the Here and Now
Where in this perfect moment, I surrender unto You."
He felt heat spread over his arms and found himself remembering an image of the Wolf Claw and Addermoon Staff. His arms became heavy, like weighted with some object...he felt his hands gripping what felt like steel bars, but her couldn't be sure. In that gentle place...that peaceful oasis, he could not know what...
...until it faded from him.
***
"WHAT?! NO!!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO REACT TO ME!!!"
Slash opened his eyes. Of course his arms felt weighted! Much to his shock and amazement, his arms were adorned with monstrous twin blades, his hand fitted into the weapon, gripping the steel bars he thought were but a dream. They arched high behind his shoulders while flowing down into huge curved blades, much like claws. Imbedded just afore the hilt were triangular gems the same color and shape that had adorned Baywolf's arms, still glowing. Golden ribbons, like those that had been on her dress, fanned and floated from their connections on the hilts.
"What..." Slash began, but Feydon was moving.
Just as Feydon hammered an attack, Slash felt the weapons react of their own accord, blocking the demon.
"Slash...you must attack him!" called a plaintive, echoeing voice.
Suddenly, it made sense...
BAYWOLF WAS HIS WEAPON.
