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Through this World (w/ shepardandthehawke)

EvaRose

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Sep 12, 2013
How long were they in this forest in the first place? It was the strangest thing. This forest was almost like a maze full of shrubs and trees and some rocks that could be kicked around on the ground. What they did find of food was nothing more than rabbits and a few berries for food. Water was plenty because of a river that ran through it, which they continuously seemed to come across no matter how many times the woman swore they walked away from it. A few days ago, the woman started to suspect that they were trapped in a maze of some sort, and now she was sure of it. The more they walked around, the more lost they seemed to get. Ramona didn't like it one bit.

"Where'd that wolf get to now?" She asked as she stopped walking. As usual, the woman only stopped once she was in a clearing. This wasn't a person one would suspect of witchery by just looking at her. The woman was a beauty. Her breasts were large before she had a baby, but after that happened they only grew more. They were Triple D breasts that were no longer filled with milk they had been about sixteen years ago. Her rear followed suit. It wasn't as big as her breasts but still large in their own way. Still, the woman had a nice body for somebody her age. It was nice and slender in size, making her breasts and ass look bigger than they already were. The witch had tanned skin, brown hair that just reached her ears and was somewhat spiky, and her eyes were a light shade of brown.

There was no telling how old she was; and, only because she wasn't telling. The witch looked like she was 26, said she was in her middle 30s, and was even older than that. Her "baby" was now a eighteen year old witch in training. At that age, Ramona just started to learn from her own "teacher." He later ended up impregnating her and disappearing into a faulty portal. He was a good guy, but messing with dark magic was the end of him. That was why she never messed with it now. Black magic always had to do with demons and demons were bad news.

The wolf in question was lagging behind the two of them. It looked male and normal for a wolf. It was mostly white in color, except for a black sign that was someplace that most people would not dare to look. The creature was with them for a year, and the women didn't know half of what they ought to about the beast. The creature looked kind of small for a male, but proved it didn't matter a few times after scaring off larger creatures while its owners slept. There was a large collar designed to look like a starry night around the canine's neck. Hanging from it was a gold tag with the wolf's name on it: Angel.
 
Morrigan looked practically nothing like her mother except for the figure, and even then her body seemed to give her assets a larger aspect. The reason for this was simple, the dark taint inside her father when they concieved her. Because of this, she took an appearance of mostly her father's, her skin pale as moonlight, her hair a midnight black with a purple sheen, and her eyes were deep red. Because of this, she spent most of her time under a hood so that she would not be judged by the people they encountered, still it was hard. She often wished she could have taken an appearance more like her mother's lovely tan, even that would likely be enough to help her. Unfortunately the the pale skin was very eye catching, spending more of her life hiding it. But not now, being in this maze that she traveled with her mlther, she was able to be free of it, to.feel the wind upon her. She smiled as she danced around a bit, her mother could worry about them getting out. She was loving the freedom. The skirt of her attire swaying with each step she danced barefoot upon the cool grass, still sticking to her wide hips and large ass. Her peasant top customized to be more off the shoulder to bare skin that she loved to let feel the cool wind and moon light, that very light shining upon her jiggling G-cups. While her mother did all the worrying, she was letting loose under her patron mother, she could feel her gift of witchcraft surge when she was under the moon. It made her happy beyond measure. As shown by her dancing, she skipped over to Angel, dancing around the wolf she had grown to love and believed it their familiar, and why not, he looked so unique! "Oh Angel, can you feel it, the joy, the energy under the moonlight and stars, Deep within nature wear our power is core. I'm so happy mother is taking me away finally to train more!". She kneeled down and kissed the wolf's nose. "And I am so happy you've joined us!"
 
Angel snorted softly when the woman kissed his nose. It certainly wasn't something that the wolf was used to, but it was still trying to stay calm as he took a step back from her. Being that he was nothing but a "dumb beast" nobody ever thought that he checked out these two. He did however, especially Morrigan. He looked at her now, staring up at the young woman for a moment and looking as though he were truly thinking about what might be going on in her head. Inwardly, Angel was questioning the sanity of the woman after she kissed his nose like that but felt happy for her when it came to her training nonetheless. So, he stepped forward and gave her cheek a gentle lick.

"Morrigan! Don't do that. That thing may of been with us for a while but it's still a wild animal." Ramona spoke from where she stood with her hands on her hips. The sound of her reprimanding voice sent Angel away from the woman's daughter. The wolf looked like he was staring at the witch's breasts but what did a animal know about such things? Ramona sighed softly as the wolf slunk into the clearing after her and away from her daughter. It was apparent that he had yet to earn her trust, even after all those times that he protected them. "Come on, we'll be setting up here for the night. There's no use walking around until we figure out which way to go."

The woman stopped talking then, looking at the clearing as she moved to the edge of it. Her eyes took in the area, trying to think about where everything ought to go. The only thing on Ramona's back were her clothes. What she wore was a corset dress that hugged her breasts and showed off her rear. It was laced with a black material while under it was green silk that looked amazing on her. All she gave was a short nod of the head. With that simple motion, a few of their things appeared opin the clearing. It was nothing more than two sleeping bags and rocks gathered around in a circle with some sticks in the middle for a campfire. "Morrigan, do you think you can start the fire?" Ramona asked as she turned to look at her daughter, wanting to see what she could do.
 
"I will try mother, but you should be nicer to Angel, he is a good boy" she frowned a bit before focusing on the task at hand. Raising her hand, she closed her eyes an concebtrated on the energies flowing through her from the moon. She could feel it move from her core down to her arms and out her fingertips. A small shot of flame came from her tips, but it was not ordinary fire, it had a black tint with in it, dulling its brightness till it lit the firewood. Once the contact was made, it brighted right up. She opened her eyes to see the powerful campfire she started, her eyes wide in wonder at her abilities, she knew they were still pathetic next to her mother, but she was so happy to be able to share her gift with her mother."Look mother, I did it! I created the fire first time!" She looked up to her and smiled.
 
Ramona didn't like it. The dullness to the flame was a hint as to what was in her daughter. Of course, Morrigan always seemed to have some of what her father had. It always worried the witch though she tried her best not to think too much on it. Thinking too much about it and, in turn, worrying about it, might make her start shunning her own daughter. It was the last thing she wanted to do. The woman loved her daughter too much to do such a thing, and knew that shunning someone would only push them that much more to dark magic. Her lips curved into a smile however as she moved closer to her daughter, wrapping her arms around the young woman in a light hug. "You have so much potential, darling. That's what we're out here for, to bring you to your full potential. Also, I'll try to be nicer to Angel."

The wolf's tail was wagging the entire time. Even Angel could feel what was in the larger breasted of the two women, it was supposed to know. It was there for her, after all. Hearing his name being said, the wolf could do nothing more than growl as it seemed closer to them. It was well-known that it was hard for him to bark. Like most wolves, he just didn't have the ability to do that from instinct, and would only get better if he did it more. His wet nose gently nuzzled his favorite of the two, licking her pale hand softly before turning and running off into the forest. Every day, the fire was lit. When the fire was lit, it was time for him to go out hunting.

"Looks like he went hunting for us," her mother said as pulled back from Morrigan. The sound of running water could be heard from there. "You should go and get washed up, love. No dirty hands before dinner."
 
She beamed with pride from her mother's words, speaking of her potential made her want to grow.more to please her mother. She wanted to be the greatest witch ever to be just for her. Morrigan hugged her mother and kissed her cheek, "Thank you mother, I will not let you down, I promise!" She could feel Angel lick her hand and she giggled, "Thank you Angel." The pale fledgling watched him run off to get food, she was starving and hoped he brought something big to feed all three of them. Angel never failed, so she wasn't worried. Looking up to her mother when she said to wash up, she nodded, "Of course. We may be in the forest, but we still need hygenie." Getting up, her breasts jiggling from the fast movement, she heard the water, "I would not mind a bath too, Angel should be a bit to get a large meal for us, I would like to get fully clean and maybe take care of my clothes too." With that plan of action in mind, she scampered off to the creek nearby. It was pretty easy to find, especially since she felt like the moon was guiding her to it. It was a powerful relationship between the moon and water, she could feel that very connection as she found the beautiful clear creek. With a smile, she stripped herself of the tight clothing. She would need to tailor it again for her new growth or make some new ones fitting of her gift. But that was later after the training was finished. Fully nude under the moon light, her pale skin smooth completely except for the trimmed black bush above her sex. Morrigan hummed as she slipped into the water, spalshing the cold water on her body. She squealed in surprise, but it was refreshing, she loved the feeling as she could feel her nipple perk up from the cold feeling. Morrigan stroked her breasts to make sure they were clean as well. They accumulated too much sweat. Quickly submersing herself in the water, she made sure to rub at all of the main areas to make sure they were clean. She would have loved to stay in more, but she had to make sure she went back, lest her mother worry. And that was the last thing she wanted. Getting out of the water, brushing her wet locks out of her face as she returned to her cloths. They needed cleaning too, but to soak them would have her walking in wet clothing, sickness would be bad right now so she thought about it. She could use a spell to clean it! Sitting on her knees in the grass beside it, she held her hands over it, closed her eyes and concentrated on the visual of clean clothing. She felt nothing flow, frowning she focused harder, she wanted clean cloths, and she would have them! Suddenly she felt that spark and the mafic flowed out onto the clothing, cleaning them... but not with out a side effect, the clothing once natural in color was now black, devoid of color. As she opened her eyes to see this, she was concerned she only changed the color till she brought it to her nose, they were clean! She thought she just over did it with the cleaning spell, it just removed color as well. Sitting there ahe admired her work, naked under the moonlight.
 
Angel was making his way through the forest and away from the little campsite when a soft grunted could be heard. There was nobody, or anything for that matter, around the area that the wolf was in. Soft mutters could be heard like whispers on the wind and, if one were there to even see it, they would be able to catch a glimpse of the wolf as its mouth moved in time with each word. Strangely enough, the voice that was heard coming from him was a feminine one, not masculine. It was strange enough that a wolf was able to speak, but the fact that he sounded a lot like a she was stranger so. The wolf was muttering words to himself, whispering something about how the witch woman was a bitch or something along those lines. Whatever it was, it seemed that he was angry by the way he continuously stopped talking just so that he could snarl in anger.

After a moment of thinking nothing but angry thoughts, the wolf stopped moving altogether and breath in deeply, drawing in the scents that were carried on the wind. It drifted up his nostrils and he was able to understand what was around him. There were things, creatures of prey that he would be able to take down if only he wished to do so. It was the scents that he was looking for, at least one of them at least. The wolf turned from the small path he was walking on and made his way into the brush, following his nose the entire time. Looking around, soon, Angel found himself looking at what looked to be a boar. Yes, the snorts and fronts that came from it showed that he was right in his assumption. A pig would be best for them all, it would be enough to feed them. In just a matter of seconds, the pig was down and Angel was busy dragging the creature back to their little campsite.

The wolf surely wasn’t the only thing out there that was out hunting for a snack. The snack was not the same kind that Angel was looking for however. A creature was making his way through the forest, heading to where it knew the river ran. It was a tall beast, one that was a beast but at the same time not. It’s abdomen was one of a human’s while its below its waist and above its shoulders were features that belonged to a bull. It was, what human’s came to call, a minotaur. The fur on it was brown in color and course to the touch. It wasn’t until it saw the water that the creature stopped moving altogether, looking across the area and at the young woman on the other side.

Slowly, the creature made its way towards her, looking at the woman for a moment before giving a light grunt. Turning its right hand allowed a glint of moonlight to shine off of something that the man-bull was holding. Another look and one, possibly, might be able to see the ax that was in his grasp. The ax was huge, far too heavy for any mere mortal to hold. The only thing that covered its body was nothing but a loincloth barely large enough to cover what was hidden between its legs. “Human woman,” the creature muttered softly under its breath, looking at her the entire time as it stepped to the edge of the river.
 
Morrigan could hear the stomping steps, but before she could do anything, she looked over the side of the small river to see the immense beast. She froze in fear of it, the monster was huge and intimidating, what could she do to that!? Pulling her clothing close, she tried to scoot backwards slowly so as not to set it off with any fast moment, assuming it was like a beast. Her eyes went wide as she realized what this was, a Minotaur! A creature of fantasy and legend, but why was it here, and more concerning, what would it do to her? Being a fledging witch meant she had not true protection, and she was too scared to call for her mother, what if she put her in danger?! she couldn't do that either! So Morrigan tried so carefully to scoot slowly away from the river edge and away from the burly beast. She didn't know how fast it could move, she could only pray to her patron for any help she could get.
 
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