sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
Smiling warmly at that, the goddess nods her approval. "Well said." Safrin hums as she gently sets down the sapphire wolf upon the shrine where it might once again be filled with a radiant and warm light. Moving to the centre of the shrine where there was more room, the goddess stretched out her hands, beckoning the Wild Thunder near.
"Stand before me, Sah Lovi. Faithfully you have served me all these years since arriving from your world." Though the Wild Thunder's first prayer had been to Frey, Safrin had long overlooked that misstep but for Sah's loyalty overall. "If this is what you truly want—" Unless he indicated that he'd changed his mind, the goddess would reach forward to cup the abandoned's cheeks within her palms. Sah would feel starlight bloom inside of his veins, streaking through his core and filling in all the cracks and scratches that being an abandoned had placed on his soul. With the spaces filled his soul was strong enough to carry the blessing of the Old Gods, and from which Safrin allowed the first of many shifts to suffuse itself to his being.
Forced forward Sah would find himself on four legs, his back strong and smooth, his senses sharp and predatory, his body covered in a thick layer of dense pitch-black fur.
Congratulations! Sah has been made into a hybrid!
"Stand before me, Sah Lovi. Faithfully you have served me all these years since arriving from your world." Though the Wild Thunder's first prayer had been to Frey, Safrin had long overlooked that misstep but for Sah's loyalty overall. "If this is what you truly want—" Unless he indicated that he'd changed his mind, the goddess would reach forward to cup the abandoned's cheeks within her palms. Sah would feel starlight bloom inside of his veins, streaking through his core and filling in all the cracks and scratches that being an abandoned had placed on his soul. With the spaces filled his soul was strong enough to carry the blessing of the Old Gods, and from which Safrin allowed the first of many shifts to suffuse itself to his being.
Forced forward Sah would find himself on four legs, his back strong and smooth, his senses sharp and predatory, his body covered in a thick layer of dense pitch-black fur.
Congratulations! Sah has been made into a hybrid!
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
