twisted creations

[The Storyteller]

As Gelithron and Eavi were out of the lair, things within the lair remained as usual - except in one room.

The hidden room within the lair of Gelithron were two prisoners. Magic and shadow completing what he had started with the instructions on how it was to happen given, it would obey without hesitation.

Mairath - The Beastman

tormented and tortured by the very shadow that he would soon come to call friend. It worked it's way into his mind, then into his body, changing his very DNA and making him a part of them, then finally into his very soul. The agony that he felt as the final change began was enormous. He wanted so badly to pass out, but the shadow would not allow it. Instead it fed his anger and hate for his own people. He screamed but in vain. He would not find any relief for his physical agony - at least not yet, and the agony in his soul would burn and drive him until he could no longer run.

He writhed still bound on the floor, shadow swirling around and through him, his cries endless and unceasing. The two male slaves would watch him with a grin, tendrils of shadow swirling about them, eager for what Master was creating there. Each cry sent a shiver through them as they basked in the agony and torment.

Nuwolf watched and grinned, Airis, spoke first, "Master has done well. He should make more like him" Nuwolf nods in agreement, then both turn to the girl chained by her neck and arm to the wall.

Garihel - It had started the second she was chained to the wall. She had been given a new name by Gelithron before she was taken from his sleeping chamber. Her hand was finished and now the shadows moved up her body to her face. She tried to scream, but the shadow that covered her mouth kept her silent still. The pain began to set in. The instructions given before he left, the shadow obeyed. Shrouded in shadow she could feel her face being broken down, bone and flesh torn from her face, hair and muscle. Nuwolf had placed something there that acted as a mirror, allowing her to see the change as it happened. she screamed again, but no sound came from her mouth as she saw and felt the flesh begin torn away. Blood ran down her face and was returned to her body by the shadow that seemed attached to her for now. Muscle now being ripped from her face - her nose, her upper cheek bones, temple and forehead, both pairs of eyelids also gone.

What she couldn't see was the Fazoq near by had shadow covering it's head. It was not yet being torn apart, but for now it was being used to show what needed to be changed.

her eyes remained still so she could watch and know. Fully aware as now the shadow started to take away her lips and lower jaw flesh until all that remained were bone and teeth from her hairline to her neck. She wanted to weep and cry out but she couldn't . Alone in her mind, calling out for her Master for anyone, but she had been cut off. Everyone and everything locked out of her mind. The only one who could enter was not there and seemingly not interested in her agony and pain. she was unable to take her own eyes off the mirror as the shadow spread down over her neck. It covered fully, but thin enough that she could see the hollow skull, it kept her alive and aware of everything that was happening.

Then in a moment it happened.. her eyes were gone, one at a time, tendril of shadow reached in and ripped them out.. "pop.. tear" are the two sounds she heard.. not once, but twice and she screamed silently, her body shaking as she could feel something new happening. Flesh upon flesh she felt something now returning to her face. It was a slow process, but she could hear the unmistakable sound of the Fazoq screeching in pain. It was not permitted death either, but remained alive as it's flesh was transferred to her face - including it's eyes and feathers.

Bit by bit, first the structure inside. The nerves and tubes and veins and muscle being put into place to support what was happening. Then all of a sudden she could see, but it was different. She had eyes, but they were not her own, she realized that she had been given the eyes of the Fazoq. Inwardly she started to panic, but she would be able to do nothing but watch and feel and for now hear the agony of the others.

[The Storyteller]

As daylight broke through free from the horizon Airis stood outside, taking a breath and slowly letting it out. His eyes appraised the mountains around them. His lair was on the highest cave possible. The mountains around were a little lower than this one. He enjoyed the sunrise, always had, even as the darkness began to envelop his mind and soul he would fight it. He had to. The shadow would not win, he would be in control when this battle was over.

It was time to check on the experiments, he turns and steps into the lair. Everyone had begun to stir, he watched them with a touch of sorrow, but soon pushed it aside. He watched as Sefra came from her sleeping chamber with Fedrith to the fire where one of the other women were tending to their needs. As Gelithron's mate she ate first. He watched her even as she turned to look at him. She smiles and bows her head slightly, he does the same, then walks away heading to the back of the lair, down the dark hall and into hidden room.

The door closed behind him and he looked to see Mairath laying still. He walked over to him and cleaned him up, stripping him to lay on the cold stone floor naked. Then began to wash his body as best he could. He only had a few moments before the shadow would begin again. Lifting the beastman's head he gave him water to drink which he did, and some of the stew left Gelithron that he had fed to Fedrith. He would taste of human flesh and begin to crave it. Airis gave him a few spoonfuls before the beastman began to moan. The shadow poured from his flesh around him again as the process of change continued.

Airis stepped back, he had done what he could. When this was finished, he would be a hungry beast.

His gaze turned to the caged bird that continued to cry out and the woman next to it that screamed in silent agony. He could see the flesh of the owl forming on her face as shadow and magic transferred it from the Fazoq to the woman - Garihel - Fazoq tears. Gelithron had renamed her well. He could show no comfort to her, not yet anyway.

Garihel watched as the process started again. She could see that she had new eyes, the eyes of the Fazoq, the feathers and flesh that were around those eyes were now around her eyes as it finished her eyes first. She would blink every once in a while and she would blink as the Fazoq would. The inner lid closing across her eyes then her upper lid would come down. Her mind was in tact and she wondered if she would keep that or if he would reduce her to a mindless Fazoq. That terrified her more than the changes did. But her thoughts were distracted by the sudden pain as shadow and magic began to break down the bone of her face and reshape it. In her mind she cried out, but she had no lips, no mouth, no human vocal cords to cry out. She didn' t know that he would even take that from her. And she would never hear her own voice again.

Airis watched in silence. It gnawed at him that he was powerless to stop either of the changes, looking between the two. Mairath's eyes snapped open and with anger he roared at Airis but Airis only could look on him with sorrow and compassion. Mairath could see it and feel it as his roar of rage turned back into cries of agony.

Their changes would be complete before Gelithron and Eavi returned. Garihel would be the Fazoq woman and Mairath the beastman. He moved to the door and opened it, then sealed it behind him.

He went to the chamber he shared with Nuwolf who lay still with his woman. He didn't disturb them, but to his he went. waking her softly he took her hand and they stepped out. Moving from there they went into the main chamber and down some stairs that went into the bowels of the mountain where the other slaves and failed experiments were kept. He found a secluded room where he sought comfort from her. He did not want anything from her but her presence and he held her close before he fell asleep.


Sefra watched Airis return to the main chamber of the lair, then disappear before returning with his slave. She watched as they disappeared down the stairs. she smiled and Fedrith looked up to her smiling and laughing as she touches his mind with the love of a mother, whispering softly "And so it continues" she kisses her son before taking him outside to enjoy the morning sun and warmth it provided. While Gelithron was absent and distracted she would strengthen her son's mind. He was growing quickly now. She pondered the things she'd seen and know to be happening, as well as the things she could only guess at. Gelithron was unusually quiet in her mind. He seemed to have cut himself off from everyone, with the exception of perhaps Eavi who he had taken with Him. It made her smile. Something was gnawing at him and when she reached out to him she could feel his irritation. And she would feel it tonight after he returned, but she knew her part and accepted it knowing the change it would bring and good that would come from it.

But she ached for her home.

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unseen in the shadow of the trees, unfelt The First watched the woman and her son. The First had left the Second to come here and watch over the woman and her child. Just as the Third had left to watch over others. Soon the Second would leave Tressel in the caverns with the others to watch over the remaining.

It had been a long time since the First had seen the sun rise as it was. The First smiled, the warmth felt good, even hidden in the shadow The First could feel it. Soon none would have to hide.

[The Storyteller]

As the morning wore on Nuwolf disappeared down the back tunnel and slipped inside the room. He looked over the girl and the man, grinning. He was enjoying watch their pain, and it strengthened the hold the shadow had and was taking on his mind and soul. He didn't fight it though, he gave himself to it.

It took her 2 days, but she was nearly complete. Her new fazoq eyes watched as her face was transformed into the face of a fazoq. Garihel could see under the thin layer of shadow the feathers and flesh of the fazoq that was replacing her own natural face. She would not yet see the changes to her vocal cords and the structure of her neck as it was shrouded in thicker shadow. She trembled and shook, her body vibrating in agony, but she made no sound.

His gaze turned to the fazoq, which was now dead, it was a shame, such a wonderful creature, but for the good of the lair - they would see what their master could do to them, what he may one day be able to do to them. He chuckled cruelly. His girl, he thought of her, and wondered what treasure he could make her into.

Remembering the promise that Gelithron had made when he looked at one of the caged animals. He smiles. He hoped it would not be as painful as it was for Mairath, of course though Mairath had fought the transformation, he would welcome it.

His gaze went from Garihel to Mairath.

The beastman was silent now an lay still on his back. He was panting, his body now written upon. He tried to look up and cry for help, but words failed to come to his mouth as he only screamed in his mind. After a few moments the shadow poured from his body, but he did not twist and writhe in agony, he let out a agonized sigh. His eyes closing as the shadow seemed to keep him cool and appeared to comfort him.

On his back the shadow moved the images it had placed there around, adding parts of one to the another, taking some parts away until a horrible beast was formed on his back. He seemed to grow taller and more muscular during the time he laid there since the experiment began - but it wasn't by much.

After a while he relaxed completely, no longer fighting the last part of the process as magic and shadow continued to mold him and recreate him. While he had conscious thought, he would not speak much. He would seem more like a brute than an intellectual man. Able to think as he did before, he could not express vocally as he had. His expression would become more animal like, especially the longer he remained in beast form.

He began to ache for the shift, to ache for that form, but he was not yet permitted to change.

He looked to Garihel and grins as she had finally passed out. Permitted to from sheer exhaustion. She was nearly complete. Imagine the look on the other's faces when she is revealed and when she turns her head. Nuwolf chuckles.

then steps out, the door sealing behind him.

As he came from the tunnel, Airis returned to the main room. He released the girl to prepare the next meal.

~They are almost ready Airis. Garihel finally passed out and Mairath seems to be resting as well.~ Airis nods to Nuwolf's words, ~Yes, now that they have stopped struggling and accepted their new lives. I was hoping Garihel would get wings~ He and Nuwolf chuckled outwardly at that before Nuwolf's girl joined the other to help prepare the meal.

They would await the return of Gelithron and his new acquisitions.

[The Storyteller]

Garihel was held loosely against the wall by the collar secured to the wall by a chain, long enough she could curl up. She tried to speak but only the soft sounds of the Fazoq could be heard when she tried to speak. She closed her eyes. The inner lid closing first, then the lower lid rising to close her eyes.

She felt Gelithrons touch to her mind and conversed with him in the silence of her mind. She got the feeling he would only ever be the one that she would share her thoughts with. That terrified her. A Gift? He called his a gift? How could it be a gift?

she felt the shadow at her back but she ignored it until she felt something secured to her shoulder blades and protrude out.

He would not back until the sun was at its highest.

She felt something heavy on her back, then another. She struggled with the weight of them, but her back was being strengthened as well. she sat up and sought to look at her back, and she let out a cry as her head seemed to turn behind her. The terrified Hoot that she let out was unheard, but she began to calm herself. There was nothing she could do, but maybe she could fly away from here - now that she had the wings of a Fazoq.

her head turning back to its normal position as she hoots softly. Her eyes closing again. Sleep would take her now until He returned and she was before him.


Mairath was now unbound, but he did not move. He slept and in his sleep he dreamed. Dreams of ravishing the village that he had been taken from. Killing them all for leaving him to this fate. He was beginning to feel gratitude that Gelithron had not killed him. His body no longer in pain, though it trembled as the last of the changes were made deep inside. His mind now wrapped in darkness as shadow would become his home. Darkness would be when he would be revealed and not before.

His dreams were violent, but he longed for the taste of human flesh.