Vilkas awoke sometime
later with little recollection of even having fallen asleep inside
the stomach of the shape shifter turned wolf. Though as he awoke he
found that things were a bit different. First of all he was outside,
back to being human, and was apparently alone. It only took him a
few moments to get his bearings back, then Vilkas was on his feet
studying the area about him and slightly curious of what had
happened. After standing he found a set of runes scratched into the
dirt nearby

Vilkas
Slid into the water slowly, and after swimming out and ducking under
the water he rose back out shaking of the water and running his hands
through his hair. His shape was now back to human. Vilkas was now
finding this much easier to do now even though it had only been a
couple times, yet having previous experience it was easy to move his
mind from way to way to manipulate the magic that flowed to create
the power.
After
washing for a second time Vilkas made his way out of the water and r

Vilkas
was stuck in the tight stomach of the gryphon with little room for
any sort of movement. Here he had to wonder if he could get out of
the gryphon in one piece, or more importantly get out before his
protections fell away and he was subject to the harshness of the
stomach where he would not last very long at all.
Hours
passed away while Vilkas began to cramp from being stuck in one pose
for so long, and yet he hadn't found any change in the stomach around
him at all. It seemed that really

Vilkas
felt everything around him start to shift suddenly and violently.
Snapping his eyes open Vilkas quickly searched his immediate area
trying to figure out what was going on around him. After a few
moments he realized that he was in a stomach, then he remembered what
had happened and why he was inside another stomach. After getting
everything back under control he started to wander around again as he
felt the slight moves of the shape-shifter as it walked along. Vilkas
thought of trying to f

Vilkas
eyed the girl warily. Magic was commonplace, but shapeshifting was
suppose to be a myth, rumors spoken in dark taverns after you've
drank to much ale. Yet it seemed to be that here before Vilkas stood
a true shapeshifter, more then that she seemed to know Vilkas in some
sense.
"Steel
fang? What are you speaking of?" Vilkas kept his sword infront
of him ready for whatever could happen.
"Well
it is your name, after a fashion. Names reflect our hearts. You fight
with steel,

After
a few moments had passed Vilkas felt his feet being grabbed by a
tight ring of muscle. At first he resisted but then decided it was
for thebest since he needed to get out anyways. Though as he was very
slowly pulled down to the intestines of the crocodile he could feel
the crushing pressuse of the muscle even with his protections in
place. Yet then immedietly something else hit causing sudden panic in
Vilkas.
The
stomach had seemed to finally realize it had a meal in it and started
to pr

Vilkas
kept a hand on his sword as he made his way back out to find Karris
and figure out where they were going.
"Well
at least you move quickly enough. Mount up and lets go." Karris
said as Vilkas walked outside. Vilkas turned to the side to see
Karris was mounted on a horse with a large black horse standing next
to her with a empty saddle. Vilkas walked freely to the horse
andclimbed into the saddle, though he could feel the edges of
complusion on him. The sensation made him wonde

Vilkas tried numerous
times to get up and stand, but every attempt left him just slipping
back to the slimy bottom of the stomach again. He thought through the
runes he had learned over the years, and how he might use them to
help him escape this. He didn’t have the right to learn at a school
so he had to pick up what he could from books or others that were to
open with their gifts. Then he had to practice in the confines of his
own home, or out in the woods where he knew he was alone and away

Karris gave Vilkas a
small grin as she set him down on her chest, just above her breasts
which seemed like two mountains to either side of Vilkas. Her breasts
were rather average size for women of the area, but to Vilkas in his
shrunken state he couldn’t help but notice the towered over him.
Karris gave a small laugh then as she noticed him staring even though
she was still clothed.
“Now what is this?
Trying to undress your new teacher with your eyes? We can’t have
that now can we?”

Vilkas sat cross-legged
on a spot out of the beasts stomach acids and contemplated any means
to escape that he could think of. His knowledge of the runic powers
couldn’t do much for him here except to keep him alive. His
physical prowess could save him either.
If he had been gifted
in the power of voice he may have been able to create a way out for
himself, but he wasn’t. So for now he had nothing to do but sit and
wait for some sort of idea to come to him.
He worried that
leaving the be

Vilkas stopped swimming
forward and started to slowly move back. He wasn’t exactly sure
what the creature in front of him was, but he had a few guesses at
what it could be.
First thought the came
to mind was just a giant snake from its body, but the head looked a
little off. Next thought was some kind of slender dragon. Of course a
hydra would more closely relate in resemblance, yet a hydra was a
multi headed beast. At least that is what the lore said. For no one
had actually ever seen the b

Vilkas looked around to
the most recent fleshy prison. He was kind of glad at the same time
though, it was rather cold in the water any ways and inside the seal
it was hot.
“This is getting
ridiculous.” Vilkas said quietly as he continued to just sit there
and survey his surroundings.
He was glad the Seal
seemed to at least be staying in the same position, for it made it
easier to get a good look at finding his way out. Looking up he could
see the end of the throat, closed tightly and se

Apparently the fish
that had eaten him had in turn been eaten itself. Though the thought
was somewhat funny to think of, at the same time it didn’t comfort
Vilkas at all, cause now he was just stuck in something else.
Vilkas looked around
at the pale stomach walls around him, wondering what he was in now.
Obviously it was something big enough to have eaten the fish whole,
but other then that there wasn’t much he could tell.
With a slight shrug
Vilkas readied his sword again, no point in w

Vilkas could hear the
constant beat of the horses heart from inside the mighty beat’s
stomach, and the dull thud of the hooves on the ground below. From
the sound of things the woman was in a great hurry. Even from time to
time Vilkas thought he could hear the woman yelling from atop the
horse.
Vilkas walked around
the edges of the stomach, trying to figure out what to do. Looking up
he could see the entrance to the stomach, or the end of the horses
throat where he had passed through to end u

In the early light of
the coming dawn Vilkas was up an ready for his trip. The forest
around him was thick, either meaning there was going to be a lot of
trekking through untamed wilds filled with who knew what, or he was
going to be able to find a road leading back to civilization. He
hoped the later was going to be his path, he had enough adventures
and longed for a dry place to relax and think things out.
After putting out his
fire he turned and headed off into the forest.
The forest was

Vilkas yelled in
frustration as he pushed himself to a kneeling position. The wall of
the stomach were slimy and slick, giving now way to hold his balance.
About a foot or so of the stomach was filled with juices and bits of
whatever had come before him. He couldn’t hear much of the outside
world, just the beating of the beast’s massive heart, and from time
to time the beating of the wings. Whenever the dragon banked sharply
or did any kind of jerking motion Vilkas found himself slipping
aga

Vilkas stood at the
edge of the forest, still within the tree line, but in the sparse
area of trees that seemed to be like scattered guards holding back
the vast plains of grass before him. He stood here pondering what he
should do now. His right hand rested on the hilt of the sword that
hung loosely at his side, and his yellow eyes starred off into the
dark void before him. The sun had set, leaving the world in shadow.
Though this was his time, this was when he felt most relaxed. For his
unusua