Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuùuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

This isn't just soreness in my limbs, it's something far beyond me to explain but it might have to do with the training yesterday.

And why did I have the idea of starting fencing!? Oh BeCauSe oF thE smElL. Fuck! Why do I do things that random scents hint towards?! If this doesn't pay out in the future then I will kick fate in the nuts, and if fates a lady I will kick her so hard that she splits in two!

I stand back up, slowly, whilst groaning in pain.

The rapier is the Queen of blade to blade combat and a skilled fencer might be able to use their mana to give it properties like enhanced durability or sharpness. Which makes it a truly lethal weapon, after all, you can't stop the bleeding of a stab wound.

Unless magic's involved, but who can put a scale on magicary fuckery?

The reason why I haven't been rushed to medicall station is because my fur has been protecting me and that they don't teach us two shits about magic down here. We're here because of our bodies after all and not our minds.

A deep, long, growl emitted from me, I need something to eat.

"Should we do a break for now?"

He asked as if he read my mind, it was probably visible on my face.

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I didn't eat to much, I feel like today is still gonna hold some things for me.

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I decided to not personally train with my closest friend (which is not an hard achievement) and instead have him teach me how to train on my own.

He spat a lot of bull shit that boils down to 'read a manual'.

"Where was the library again?"

"The seventh."

FUCK!

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I hate this.

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And now back up again, great.

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I want to kill something, I need to kill something.

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Finally back! I collapsed on the bed, rejoicing that my limbs stopped yelling at me. I put all I brought back on the floor.

Then a albino to familiar to my liking slammed the door open, grabbed me and dragged me to god knows where. She got exhausted after a while and ordered an warden to drag me. We only needed to keep on going for like ten feet then we arrived, which makes me wonder how far she dragged me on her own.

We entered an empty room, the dim light from the crystal lantern the only source of light. I didn't need to ask what the point is, for the albinos mouth never runs dry.

"So Touik, here you will try to be more of you than you."

"Excuse me, the fuck?"

"Well you know like how you can morph?"

I nod.

"You can control the amount, here you will try to control the direction."

"And 1 plus 1 equals 11."

"Can you atleast try?"

I started my morph but just before the threshold was broken I looked into myself. Or what you can describe it as.

Nothing there was nothing here, except my scent. My mother was a houndess and my father a badger, but which one's exactly.

There are hundreds of different species of dogs and badgers, so how do I do this?

"That doesn't look healthy."

"Doesn't matter if we get results."

"I'm gonna laugh if he fails."

"...wanna bet?"

I could her their distant chatting even though I'm in my head right now.

Perhaps I should follow my mother's steps. I know it's a shepherd dog since my mother's instincts don't seek a pack, but a family.

That narrows it down.

I split my own sent down the middle and something that's been so familiar to me that I fail to notice turns completely foreign to me. However there's still something I can tell, one's mother the other father.

I follow mother's scent to the east where a King's tomb is carved into a mountain, not to show wealth there's no gold visible, but to give weary birds a place to rest.

Here the scent was strong and I followed it to a lonely mountain. There I watched a herd of sheep grassing with no troubles at all. As if on cue three wolves appeared from the bushes and made a beeline to the sheep. But they were soon stopped by a growling that came from the herd. From the herd of shep appeared a dog who could break one's neck with as ease as a twick. Yellow fur with dark streaks, curled up tail, black snout, floppy ears and a jaw strong enough to belong to a lion.

The mighty Kangal, the lion hound.

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Meanwhile the director and warden watched as Touik...changed. He grew tall enough to not be intimidated by the warden anymore, his hair turned blond with dark streaks. The director handed the warden a bag which he gladly took. She then started furiously taking notes of the changes.

"Wanna make another bet?"

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So my mother was a Kangal? Then what was my father?

I followed my father's scent north east north to where the snow never lifts.

In a snow covered forest I watched a fool going hunting alone. Something dashed through the branches, there it was again! But before the fool could react something feel from above on him.

The forest was filled with screams as the wolverine relentlessly continued to tear into the fools back.

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Touik became shorter and shorter until he can't even look his contractor into the eyes. His hair turned pitch black.