When Sivvan Omar was conceived on June 13th, something happened either terribly horrible or amazingly perfect. A genetic mutation happened because her parents had an unknown disease that only 4 people in the entire world had. This disease would not be found until 24 years later when Sivvan's parents died from their skin melting from their bodies. Nothing could be discovered because of the limited technology due to the year being 1847. So due to cultural standards, Sivvan was exiled from the town of Diamond, Sweden, on her 24th birthday because the town expected her to be infected. Though, because of this mutation both of Sivvan's parents had, she was immune to the disease, in fact she was immune to all diseases.
Sivvan was not upset when she was exiled, if anything, she was relieved. She would not have such a difficult time trying to hunt and change. Sivvan considered what she had to be a miracle and was happy to keep it secret from everyone else. Though, a few years later, one day a man from Diamond came to visit, seeing if she was still alive because he had grown up with Sivvan and had planned on asking Sivvan to marry him before she was exiled. He was still in love with her and thought that maybe she would like a companion for the rest of her days, however long that may be. Little did he know that it would be forever. Well, Sivvan now lived 16 miles from Diamond in a cottage that she built herself. She lived with her dog, a wolf mix, that she had an immense connection with. Jameck, the man who was interested in her, took his horse out that one day and started that 16 mile ride to a woman who probably did not even recognize him anymore. On his way, only about 5 miles from Sivvan's house, Jameck encountered the largest wolf he had ever seen. She was a beautiful white and Jameck would have missed her in all the snow if it was not for the deer that she had killed. When Jameck started to pull his long bow off of his back the she wolf looked at him then ran away towards Sivvan's house. Jameck would have to warn Sivvan of the wold when he reached her house.
"Hallå" Sivvan said through a closed door when Jameck knocked.
"Sivvan? It's me Jameck, may I come in? The wind is starting to pick up and I've been out here all morning."
"I have no fire going in the house. You might as well go home."
Jameck had noticed this when he was approaching Sivvan's house and the fear ripped at his heart that she might have died. But now he was wondering how she is not dead due to the cold. He thought that there could have been some odd adaptation due to the disease or she had very insulated clothes when Jameck heard Sivvan answer his knock.
"Please Sivvan, it must be warmer in there than it is out here. Let me tell you why I'm here then I will leave if you still wish me to be gone." Pleaded Jameck.
"I'm listening. Talk." Said Sivvan irritated.
"This is more of something where we should be face to face. Just twenty minutes, please Sivvan." Asked Jameck.
There was silence from Sivvan's side of the door while the wind howled on Jameck's side. After a few minutes Jameck thought about mounting his mountain pony and heading back to Diamond, but glad he didn't, when Sivvan opened the door. She opened it only a crack but it was progress from before, when Jameck felt like he was only talking to a door. Jameck could practically feel the hesitation radiating off of Sivvan, though he thought it was from fear, something that Sivvan has not felt in many, many years. 27 years worth of fearless life is what Sivvan has lived with, something that she was content with. But Jameck found fear in everyday life, and some of that fear went away when Sivvan opened the door completely, inviting Jameck into her house.
Inside Sivvan's house was a very cozy aura. One that she perfected by making the inside of her house as identical to the outside as possible. There was moss bedding and even a tree growing right in the middle of the room. Sivvan used the tree for hanging clothes when they were wet and needed drying. She used the moss bedding for her bed and her wolf's bed, she found it very comfortable. Jameck took all of the unusual settings as amazing, the ingenuity of it all was insanely beautiful to him. He didn't say anything to Sivvan for a few minutes, he only stood beside the tree and stared in amazement. One thing that he did notice that was very unusual was that the tree appeared to be a very old one because the base was very thick. He estimated it to be about 200 years old, though he thought it couldn't be because the top was no higher than the ceiling and the limbs stayed within the walls.
"You're wondering how the tree appears old but still fits within my house, are you not?" Sivvan said breaking the silence but still leaving the amazement in the air.
"Yes, how is that possible?" Jameck pondered to himself rather than a question to Sivvan.
Sivvan knew this but she answered anyways. "It's called a Rembran, they are grown by special people who can do certain things."
This only confused Jameck more. "What do you mean, a Rembran, I've never heard that type of tree in my life. Special people, certain things, what are you talking about?"
Sivvan's calmness was starting to put Jameck at edge. He began to think that maybe he should not have come out here all alone. Sivvan could have become crazy in her exile, and Jameck was out here all alone with her. Jameck took a step back towards to door, feeling his heart beating faster and harder in his chest. Sivvan only smiled, though Jameck looked at that smile and did not feel threatened by it, only calmed. His heart slowed and he no longer worried about getting closer to the door for a quick escape.
"Do you wish for me to show you what I mean Jameck?" Sivvan practically whispered.
"I....I think." Jameck shuddered.
All of the sudden Sivvan was taking off her thin layers of clothes, piece by piece till she was bare naked. She felt no shame in showing herself to Jameck, he had come to propose to her didn't he? She laughed lightly when she saw the confused and astonished look on his face. Jameck jumped at the sound of the laugh though it was no louder than a pin dropping on the floor, though, in the cold and quiet it sounded like a boulder falling from a cliff and landing on the ground below. Slowly, Sivvan's features started to change, she became shorter, white hair began to sprout all over her skin, her rib cage changed form, and her face became longer. Jameck was witnessing something that no one had ever seen before. Sivvan was turning into a wolf, a huge pure white wolf. Jameck could only stand and stare at what was happening, he felt paralyzed, unable to run for his life like he wanted to do. Though something held him back from taking those quick steps out the door and to his horse. He was amazed and scared, intrigued and clueless, all at the same time.
Sivvan, now a beautiful white wolf, padded towards Jameck. She laid down in front of him and began to pant. Jameck, hesitant at first, began to reach down toward Sivvan. Once he reached her fur all fear escaped him, there was something about how her velvety fur felt under his fingers. Jameck stood quickly when Sivvan stood up too, she began to shift back. Once she was human, naked and hot skinned, she looked in Jameck's eyes and told him what she was.
"I am a lycanthrope Jameck. Do you still want your 20 minutes? Because I am what I am. This is me."
