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You know this isn't right. You can't actually bring up a child - and will it be completely wolfish, or like you, only part wolfish? Will it control itself, or will it be born with a tiny tendril seed planted within its brain? You know you can't do it. But, to your shock and horror, that soothing, calm (and, you now notice, female) voice speaks in your head.
"Ah, so you've noticed, have you, She-Wolf?" The voice is calm, soothing - the voice of an adult talking to an infant. But it is also cool and mocking - whoever it is, WHATEVER it is - it has a certain disregard for your life and feelings.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?!" you roar. Your voice is thick and roaring - but the little humanity heard in it is obviously female. Your throat is full of some thick, slimy substance, and you're being forced to break through it to speak.
"I want a child," the voice hisses. The calmness is gone - it is now the voice of a complete madwoman, dancing on the abyss of the insane - one step closer to the edge, and she'll break.
"A... child? So you make me a werewolf, change my sex, and cause hundreds to die for a CHILD?!" you bellow. You're learning to speak through the goo - your voice is now taking on a soft, feminine timbre, which you hate even more than the thick roar.
"I can not have a child of my own. I am part of an ancient civilisation. Basically, to reproduce, the 'mothers' of our species plant a tiny seed in the ear of a human. It grows its way inward, slowly taking control of the body - then it kills the human and bursts free, to join the body of our civilisation, in a place in Italy." The voice is cool again, but impatient.
"We can transmute the flesh and skin, sex, hair, size, weight - whatever we want - of our human hosts. Many of the vain ones make their hosts truly beautiful women then do foolish things like acting and model. A few of us have even infiltrated your goverment. But what I want is a child - a powerful and brave child. Not a hissing bag of tendrils, but a powerful and transforming He-Wolf - that can be both Humanoid, Wolf, and of our race, Khaal'Lia." she finishes. You now understand a great deal more - and are a great deal more worried. Infiltrated the GOVERMENT? Transmute anything? She could easily turn you into something like a criminal or town drunk afterwards, and * BOOM *. You're suddenly an idiot who nobody cares about, with no prospects, while a Wolf and his crazed mother romp around the world, killing at random.
"Oh, we won't kill at random. At least, I will not. My son may do as he wishes. All I want is my child - I will reward you with the greatest gift of the Khaal'Lia. Basically, I plant a seed in your heart, directly in the heart of it, and you may become an honourary Khaal'Lia, capable of possession and parsitic capeabilities such as leeching off blood. Do you agree?"
Well... Do you? It sounds good, but you actually have to HAVE a baby... And is it right?
Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)
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