(Over 10,000 years ago)
Deep in a mountain and vast forest following a stream branching off a great river in a small cave set into a hill surrounded by deep forest. A wolf lay panting in pain by a pool from which the stream originated.
"Ahh! AAAHHH! AAAAAHHHWWOOL!"
"Gijon! GIJON! Where are YOU!?" The silver wolf howled and screamed as she lay on the pile of scrap fur in a large cave.
A snow-white wolf with silver streaks running through her fur and golden eyes with silver flecks in them who’s body size was that of a horse or bigger. GIIIJONNN!!!! The wolf howled again hoping to find the one who could help with the pain the bulge on her stomach was giving her as she tried to get through the pain. Looking out in to the night she whined and howled looking for the one whose name was called in this wolfen language which used both a unique mental and verbal mix to communicate.
As she lay beside the pool in the cave she could only wait in fear as the next convulsion came over her and howl even louder for how much more it hurt while screaming for the one she wished to be there. While the pain had caused her to go blind for a minute a shadow passed over the cave entrance and a silver dragon crept up to the entrance from the woods just beyond the cave.
"Who's there Gijon? Is that you? AAAHHH! IS that you Gijon!" The large wolf panted out between the waves of pain in her stomach.
As she looked outside of the cave during a respite from the pain she saw a silver scaled creature come out of the woods into the clearing. It had a large form about the size of a bus with two wings on its back a long serpentine tail and neck and head like a horse but more wolf and predator like.
She saw a dragon approaching but as it walked up to her it grew smaller and smaller till it was the size of a horse and its wings fell into its back becoming one with the body. As this was happening the silver scales the dragon had flattened out into skin and then grew fur black as the nights when it is very cloudy and the moons not out. The creature’s claws that could rip limb from limb formed into paws the size of a horse hoof or bears paw that were just as dangerous for they still had claws that could be deadly. As the bones cracked and snapped from the shift from dragon to wolf what was once a scaly tail was now a lush fluffy and big fur tail were once horns were two perky wolf ears stood and were the big pure silver eyes with gold flecks of a dragon were now small but fierce pure silver eyes with gold flecks of a wolf.
When the young female wolf saw this she became relieved for she saw why her mate could not reply. Since he was making himself smaller to be by her side and had to focus on shifting since it was still new to both of them who were the first of their kind.
"I am here my heart I’m sorry I could not reply Fenaeir I had to shift so I could be in here it’s not big enough for a dragon and a pregnant wolf in labour love." Said Gijon in wolf speak even though both new each other’s languages. The silver dragon who was now a pitch black wolf roughly the size of a horse walked weakly up to his mate even after going through the tiring shift to be with her through this amazing ordeal that was to befall them this night.
"Let me see my heart." Gijon said as he looked at his mate to try and help with what should have been a simple birth of wolf pups. As he did this he summoned what little he could of his mana after using it to shift and focused mana filled with fortitude, love and courage to his mate to help with the pain of the birth. While using what little magic he had left to help Fenaeir deal with the pain he looked her over to see what could be causing this birth of pups to be so complicated. As he looked her over and brought his head down to her stomach he saw how absurdly big her stomach had gotten in the last few days since he’d last been with her. Gijon now knew what he would have to do and knew that he wouldn’t be able to use what little mana he had left to ease her pain.
"Fen my dear it seems you won’t be giving birth to pup's it seems that instead I think you will be giving birth to dragonling's. I know you wanted pups but because of what we are now I don’t think you get a choice I'm sorry. Ahh I wish we hadn’t decided to do this alone now but we’ll have to make do. Ready love?" Asked the wolf as he got ready to help with what mana he had now.
"AAAHHH! Fine I don’t care as long as our young aren’t hurt I’ll be fine. AAHH! We need to hurry my heart or I think we won’t have a choice but to do this with me as a wolf but promise me even if I die you’ll save our young. AAHH" Fenaeir said as she looked at Gijon with a resolve only a mother who wanted to have her children to live could only have.
“I'm afraid you need to shift love things don’t work that way for dragons so we need you to shift or this is all for nothing." Gijon said as he summoned what little mana he had left and sent it to Fenaeir to help with the shift since his mate was using most of her own mana to slow the birthing process and protect the young ones inside her.
Since it is instinctual for a mother to protect her children. She then started to shift growing bigger in size and taking up more and more room in the once decently sized cave now just big enough to fit a female dragon in labour.
"Ugh shit this I'm out of mana love." Gijon panted as he felt the last of his mana leave him and started to feel the pain from his mate as she shifted over their bond.
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As she grew more and more Gijon noticed that the shift was taking longer than it normally would for them as they only had themselves to compare for shifting from wolf to dragon. Seeing this he dug for what very little mana he was able to regain and then further into the dark and dangerous part for even more as they had got ready for the shift after sending his mana the last time and prepared to send it to Fen. Yet still through the shift he heard a few strange noises not normal to what both knew for shifting since to them it was still new yet these sounds were different they were not like bones cracking yet they were just like that sound.
The young male decided to not care what these sounds were and hoping to help his love just a bit more he opened his mind to her and took some of the pain on for himself. Yet from being drained of all his mana digging further for even more and taking his mate pain on he felt himself reach a point where it was just too much and just could not handle it anymore. He struggled to help her deal with the pain but just couldn’t last anymore and he knew he would fail.
"Love I’m going to pass out in a moment after I send the last of my mana there isn’t much else I can do. Once you get it finish the shift and let instinct take over. You will know what to do whether it be in either form. I just can take the pain and loss of mana lo…” Just as he said that he felt the emptiness of no mana in his body and sent what mana he had drawn just as he lost consciousness he had but one thought. "Will it be a Wolf or Dragon name for them?"
Then Gijon saw no more for the rest of the night and the next several days after in the back ground he could he the cracking and shifting of bones as Fenaeir shifted.
"AAHH! AAAHHH! Gijon you there I've shifted! AAAAAHHHHH! OOOOHHHH! UGH! This hurt's!" Cried the snow white wolf but now she was a golden white Dragon that at first look would be thought of as a white dragon. As she finally finished the shift she felt inside her something was not right it was different than before.
But now that she was a dragon the bulge on her stomach had gone down and now just looked like it would for most female dragon's about to lay a clutch of eggs but something was different it just didn’t feel right to her however she could not worry about the now. Quickly on instinct Fenaeir as a dragon moved over to the deeper end of the cave where a lot of sand built up on top of clay and started digging down to the clay leaving the sand nearby.
As she felt the worst waves of pain yet with every scoop she made but gradually the hole grew making a deep bowl in the ground. Once that was done she took a deep breath summoned the last of her mana and poured liquid flame into the bowl super heating and baking the clay into a rock hard bowl with clay baked 6 feet deep into the ground around the bowl. This was a bowl that would not lose shape even when a massive and heavy mother dragon stood over it to lay her eggs.
Just before going over top of the bowl she pulled some of the sand that was put beside it and heated by the flame scooped it into the bowl to cushion her eggs and help heat them. Then with the last of her energy and will she crawled over top and let instinct take over and tell her what to do to give birth to her eggs.
By the end of it all just before she passed out she saw what she had laid yet she grew very sad for she saw that out of three eggs she had laid only one had survived the ordeal of giving birth. The other two lay broken with the remains of the young ones who could have been hers. All she could do was whimper so quietly that it was merely a mewl she had lost two of her and her mates young ones. She could not do anything to change this though and she was tired so tired.
As she was mourning that loss she looked upon her last young one and though she could barely see it as the darkness grew around her eyes from the effort she had given to give birth to it. She felt some joy of at least saving one young one and content to know the young one made it fine without a problem after all she had to do. Fenaeir finally let herself pass out from exhaustion after making sure her body fully covered the bowl to keep heat in and ensure that if the egg hatched the last young one wouldn’t get out.
“I must speak to Gijon in the morning after this I'm sure we will unite the races especially if we have a future to look forward to instead of death I think we’re all tired of war and ready for peace. You young one even in an egg will be all the proof we need to stop this madness once and for all. I just wish your brother and sister had made it too perhaps if I gather my last mana maybe I caaannn……." Fenaeir said to herself as she was falling into the darkness the last of her mana went down into the bowl and something changed below. Yet the egg just sat there among her siblings remains like it didn’t even hear her for how can young one hear things while in an egg. But there was just a trickle more of mana filling up the bowl too that night mixing with the mothers mana too.
This night would later lead to the Great pact made by both Wolf and Dragon forming a lasting peace after a war that nearly brought both the races to extinction. But a legend was made about one egg that would last centuries and millennia making the egg almost revered to all the race's that would later inhabit Tenrim as the planet awoke from its slumber and started growing again.