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Posted on September 16, 2015 at 09:31:36 PM by
| There are a few love songs left to be learned on Shaman. One will be sung by the least likely vessel. Possessing the powers of a love god and great womanizer gave Calvin strange currents that tingled along his skin. It made him weep and he could never say whether it was joy or fear which gripped him. His body was whole and fertile for the first time as a fairy--he was aware although he couldn't have explained.
Perhaps he should have been a little bit nervous, waking up in a strange place, but Calvin didn't know much about Shaman. After all, he had changed from a horse to a fairy. Admiring himself in the mirror Calvin saw himself in a way he never had before. High cheekbones with fantastic milk chocolate eyes flecked by honey and hops offset by dark waves of hair and smooth green skin. He decided on a fabulously embroidered black shirt with at least a dozen colors on it and black trousers enjoying how the clothes appeared on him perfectly at a snap of his fingers. A low whistle finished his self examination. Calvin couldn't help glancing down to notice that his hands were not a lovely shade of green, but a rather pleasant warm brown. It was kind of boring in comparison. He was lucky he couldn't see the rest of himself, dressed in Mallos as much as in these fine clothes. Calvin wouldn't have even known the name of the deity he seemed to be currently. It was lucky he recognized divinity in the magic. Reaching out to Peets was Calvin's first bitter loss. His mind still quested in that direction and it felt like a belly flop every time. Peets rejected Calvin's mind touch and he could almost taste the sweat along her flank every time his mind got too close. She wanted nothing to do with this strange new game. Perhaps it was heartless of him not to understand, but he was hurt. Remembering his sojourn as "wizard" Calvin he used his powers to awaken a hall carpet rich with reds and blues. He would have other transportation since his beautiful Arabian would not oblige. Holding onto the fringe Calvin raced through the castle's hallways, laughing. His voice seemed strange in his ears. At each turn the carpet banked so sharply it threatened to do a barrel roll. It was around one such corner that Calvin tumbled off to the floor, grabbing desperately at the corner of the carpet to keep it from whizzing off. It occurred to him that he could do anything. Many things jumped to mind at once. Calvin could learn about Earth and visit it, he could run as a horse once more, he might grant his friends' dearest wishes, he could read, he could learn any song he wanted to and he could have ridiculous amounts of fun. One of the two lovelies that often posed as his unwanted conscience might have reminded him that great power comes with great responsibility. One of those two wasn't speaking to him and he didn't see the other anywhere around. Rolling up the carpet Calvin looked back the way he had come to see a lot out of place. He needed to find his way out of this maze and find a partner in crime. As he went he couldn't help the curiosity that suddenly arose at every fairy mare, female, he passed. They were... fascinating. He cast his inquiring gaze towards them, unaware how like a pied piper he was or could be as he flashed a trickster's smile. |
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