An eerie calm rests upon the frigid city. A place seemingly lost in time. In the distance, a jet black keep looms over the fiefdom. Like a dark sentinel, it demands servitude from all who look upon it.

The streets were empty save for the occasional patrolman. The city’s populace locked themselves indoors, fearful of their corrupt police force. Yet they were too terrified of the denizens of the forest to even think of leaving for greener pastures.

The sudden clacking of an alarm pierces the silence. The distinct sound of a mallet striking a wooden plate. Soldiers rush toward the commotion as a plume of fire rises from the edge of town.

A massive shewolf raises her head towards the alarm, growling to herself in satisfaction with her progress thus far. The scent of burning timber wafts up into the night’s sky as she tracks the soldiers’ movements. With the guard stations set ablaze she’ll have all the time she needs to carry out the next step in her plan.

She licks her bloody chops in excitement. Her eyes pierce the night like burning coals as she surveys the city landscape. Though she’d lived in this place her entire life she never had the chance to look upon it from so high an altitude before. To her newly acquired senses the place reeked of a stagnant decay.

She’d come to hate everything about this fiefdom, from its paranoid citizens, to its corrupt officials. Just thinking about the callous nobility entombed within their dark keep was enough to make her blood boil. Mariette had plans for them for them all. She just needed to wait a bit longer for her Mother and Sister to turn. Then they would surely pay for the wrongs they’d inflicted upon her family.

Her ears perk up at the sound of several guards rushing through the labyrinth of alleyways below. She turns away, quickly scaling the stone wall. Her claws cut deep into the masonry as she goes. Beyond the prying eyes of the town guards she stealthily maneuvers through the eves and overhangs of the city walls, making her way to the nobles’ market.

To Mariette the world was lit up by the majesty of the moon, it allowed her to see deep into the night with perfect acuity. In contrast, the guards stumbled about practically blind despite the aid of their lanterns. The market was empty, her diversion a success. Every bit of her lupine form was electrified with arousal at the thought of what she was about to accomplish.

In a flash she leaps down onto the streets below. The icy wind blows through her long flowing mane as she falls eight stories! With a loud thwomp she strikes the cobblestones. A cloud of dust flies up from the impact point. Shivers of excitement run up her spine. She is amazed at her new capabilities. Despite her immense frame she feels so light and incredibly flexible.

She crept forward, on all fours, her target now in sight. Her massive tail swished back and forth rubbing out her tracks to disguise her trail. A twisted grin filled with sharp teeth cuts across her muzzle as she rises to her hind legs.

At break neck speed her body twists around in a spinning motion as a massive clawed foot smashes the door inward with a single kick. She steps over the splintered wood and twisted metal. Beyond the portal lies a world of delights long since denied to people of her class.

A dazzling gallery of intricately crafted dresses and gowns lay before her. Her mind whirls at getting to see this pinnacle of artistry unimpeded. With a slight tug she rips a massive curtain off the window and fashions it into a crude sack.

She wraps her grisly paws with torn strips of curtain. She doesn’t want to smear any of the dresses with human blood. She fills the bag with a selection the likes of which would even make Lady Vira Misellus cry out in jealousy.

Her blood boils at recalling the name of that trash. She catches herself unconsciously growling in rage and must take a moment to calm herself down before proceeding. There are, after all, more stores to visit.

An hour later, Mariette is tearing over long since abandoned paths towards the outskirts on all fours. Her speed easily puts the horses her mother once tended to shame. She feels envigorated. The massive sack tied to her back doesn’t weigh her down in the slightest.

She felt alive in a way she’d never imagined possible. Each sensation she experienced as if for the first time. The moist blades of grass between her toes, the wind gliding through her furry mane, and the moon! She wanted to sing songs of praise to her newfound goddess the entire night. It took enormous amounts of restraint to hold herself back in order to accomplish the mission.

Upon reaching the clearing of the old lumber mill she belts out a triumphant howl to the moon. A song that would surely leave any mortals hearing it paralyzed with fear. She howls for what seems like hours. She dances with the icy wind, bathes in all the sensations the forest has to offer. Eventually, blackness overtakes her mind.

The next morning, Mariette shoots up into a sitting position. She finds herself lying in a soft mound of wild grass, her body still slathered in sticky blood. Her heart starts pounding as she searches about her.

“There!” She catches sight of the sack.

She ran to it with no concern of her nudity and quickly rips it open. Inside is an array of treasures that only the wealthiest of nobility could ever afford. Brilliant gowns, ornate scabbards, delicious candies, and so much more. It wasn’t a dream!

She falls backward into the soft grass relieved. Her body convulses slightly trying to hold back a titter before bursting out with intense laughter. Tears of joy in her eyes. She takes a deep breath before licking her lips. The coppery taste of blood brings a flood of other memories to the fore.

“They’re going to pay for what they did to us.”

A manic giggle escapes her lips again as she falls into another fit of laughter. Her massive canines gleam in the light of the afternoon sun. The thought of tearing out Vira’s supple throat with her monstrous jaws fuels her mirth. She can barely contain her herself.

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