Of Silver Rays and Raven Fur | ONC24

17. Selenotropism.

Under the canopy of the ink-black sky, the full moon hung big and refulgent, casting its ethereal glow upon the earth below. Its silvery light filtered through the foliage, illuminating every contour and shadow.

Beneath its watchful gaze, the world transformed into surreal serenity, where time slowed to a standstill. The air buzzed with electric energy, tinged with orphic wonder that seemed to permeate every corner.

In the heart of the forest, a cacophony of life resounded. Labored breaths mingled with the earthy scent of the soil, punctuated by the rhythmic percussion of paws striking the ground. Clouds of dust billowed, a testament to the fervent energy that pulsed through the woodland.

Alarick, a sleek silhouette of midnight fur, dashed through the trees with his beloved as a steadfast companion. With a grace that rivaled the sway of the branches in the wind, Accalia glided beside his bounding form. Her steps were swift yet elegant, her flowing garments trailing behind her like wisps of moonlight caught in a gentle breeze.

Despite the contrast of her human figure against Alarick's lupine form, there was an undeniable harmony in their movement, a fluid dance of regality and power shaking the essence of the forest.

In their wake, shadows stirred, and wolves emerged from the depths of the woods, their bodies blending seamlessly into the darkness. One by one, they joined the leading pair, melding into a unified mass of fur that surged through the undergrowth like a tidal wave of unity. 

Together, they raced through the wilderness. With each bound, their limbs pounded against the ground in perfect rhythm, a thunderous beat of freedom and strength.

Below the cliff, the wolves gathered, their eyes fixed on Alarick and Accalia standing high and mighty above them, two majestic beings commanding their attention. As the first howl echoed through the forest, a tremble passed through their bones, and they bowed their heads in reverence and submission.

Then, when the second followed, a sense of unity swept through the pack, and they joined in, their voices piercing the night and reverberating into the vast expanse of the woods.

Stars quivered as the moon shone brighter, its rays an explosion of silver and cerulean. Azure flames burst across the sky, setting their souls ablaze until the fire spread to their bodies.

Then, groans emanated, and growls resonated as they shed fur for skin.

Once their transformation concluded, Alarick stood in his human form, his gaze sweeping over the assembled wolves below. Pride and a profound sense of responsibility gleamed in his eyes but when his gaze met Lyall and Einar's, a subtle relaxation washed over his shoulders. 

Long, slim fingers slipped through his as Accalia stepped closer to him. She squeezed once, the warmth of her proximity further easing his nervousness. 

"Together we stand, divided we fall," he declared, his voice ringing out with strength and conviction. "Our unity is not only our shield but also our strength. Let our solidarity bathe our world in glory." He paused, drawing a deep breath as his body rippled with the start of a shift, before repeating, "Together we stand, divided we fall!"

Then, when he stood on all fours, the third howl erupted, soon joined by many others once they returned to their lupine forms.

Above, the moon watched over them, casting its holy glow upon the scene and infusing the air with magic. The forest brimmed with numinous energy, a spectacle of selenotropism and enchantment.