Liara prowled in the meadows of Arcadia, a region on the Greek island of Peloponnese. They were once part of the Roman Empire and home region to King Lycaon, the father of werewolves.
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The full moon was out in all its glory. Liara let out a howl of joy as her partial transformation took place. Her canines sharpened, the hair on her limbs and toned stomach grew. She wore a leather corset and shorts with leather lacing that revealed her modest chest and showed a peek at her broad thighs. A golden and black amulet with a sun adored her neckline.
Her claws and paws formed. In her run, she tore into a tree, scaring off the wildlife.
Liara darted through the wild, scaring people and animals alike through the warm winds of the night. Hills rimmed the lush forests, and Liara picked up the familiar sound of pan pipes playing.
Licking her sharp canines, Liara paused to think. Her last visit was long overdue already. There was someone she definitely needed to find.
“Wonder if you’re there today.” Liara grinned and pounced through the thicket until she arrived at a glade with blooming flowers illuminated by the bright full moon.
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There, she saw a single person surrounded by the sea of hyacinths, primroses and sorrels. Her dark skin glistened in the dark. She had hooves instead of feet with thin, long legs.
A golden rope decorated with a silver moon emblem and pomegranate flowers hung over her narrow hips. White fur covered it, her little tail, and her whole upper body. She wore a dark top with halteres around her arms. A single red bowtie was tied around her neck as curved golden horns peeked through her midnight blue long hair.
It was Liara’s favourite prey. She snuck up to her, slung an arm around her and stuck out her tongue as Liara clenched and unclenched her free hand. “How’s my little faun doing today?”
Lotte held her chin and put an arm on her hip, unable to hide her smile and blush. “Pretty good,” she laughed playfully. “And guess you found the stump to stand on.” Lotte teased, glancing at the wooden stump Liara stood on to throw her arm around Lotte.
“You sneaky sheep, you did it on purpose, didn’t you?” asked Liara, leaning closer.
Lotte drew closer to her werewolf. “Guess this sheep needs to be punished, no?” she asked with ardour and led on to fall with Liara into the flowerbed. Lotte threw her arms around Liara’s neck and slung her hooved feet around the werewolf’s legs.
“I can’t see you that well,” Liara pouted, drawing closer until their foreheads touched. Liara’s horns nestled between Liara’s dark hair, their eyes staring into one another like stars about to explode. The werewolf’s paw travelled up Lotte’s navel until they rested on her chest. “Hiding the merchandise underneath such feeble fabric. You beg for me to tear it away, don’t you?”
Lotte cocked her head back, arching her back so her sizeable chest stuck out more. “Maybe? Only if I can enjoy yours later, too.”
Liara chuckled. “Deal, my little faun.”