White one transformation 08

Callum is fae. He’s from a world unlike this one. A tyrant king keeps criminals or anyone who opposes him in work camps that are near impossible to escape but Callum did it. 

Callum had no idea where he was...and it was starting to get cold. He needed to get out of the open. Fae are weather resistant, but just resistant...it’s not like he could be out in the middle of a snow storm and not freeze. Especially with his current garbs. 

Callum wore a brown, thoroughly worn tunic and bronze pants. Not jacket. His feet were cut up and bare. The young man rams a hand through his Snow White hair and hugged himself. The wind was howling by, tossing snow onto the left side of his lithe body. 

His steps were beginning to slow as he got colder and his feet ached more. Inside the camp they had been kept in warm enough caves, mining the coal and diamonds and whatever else down there that the kind had interest in. 

Callum Saw a bit of black in the pure white landscape an started toward that. He was limping faster, you could maybe call it a jog, if you were being generous. 

Callum reached a cave soon enough. It was dark and it went back pretty far. There were a few tunnels leading off to in different directions.

“Hello?” His voice echoed back but there were no growls or hisses or any human response so he entered and went to the farthest back point without going into a tunnel. He was still freezing but at least he might be able to warm up. 

He sunk down to the floor and curled up. He pulled his knees to his chest and closed his eyes. The young mans teeth chattered as he started to drift off. 

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Callum woke with a start. He felt something watching him which had pulled him from his warm sleep. In front of him stood something massive. He has never seen anything like it. 

It was standing, hunched over on its hind legs. The thing was mostly scaled with a bit of fur on its face and at the end of its long tail. It was massive. It looks sorta wolffish but also like some giant lizard or snake. 

It’s head was bigger than Callum’s whole torso. His body was long and the tail was whipping around behind it, hitting the walls and making small rocks fall loose. 

Callum scrambled up and pressed himself against the wall. The creature pushed its head closer, its hot breath bathed callum in an odd smell. Was it carrion? He gagged. 

It hissed. It was truly an embodiment of the cold, deadly, icy plains around. It must’ve been placed here by some ancient god to keep humans from destroying the terrifying beauty of this land. 

Callum met its eyes and knew his fate was sealed. Within those eyes he saw unimaginable wisdom and curiosity. But it also showed some ancient animalistic aggression and an insatiable hunger. The same hunger he had seen in all those people who had been in the camp for years. ‘What a shame...’ he thought. ‘It could really benefit this world, if it were able to speak and control its hunger.’

He felt something cold and dark slither into his mind, poking and prodding at his thoughts. Then came a voice. It echoed inside his mind 

‘We would never help humansss...’ its voice was old and young. Male and female. Animal and human. Melodic. If he talked on and on he either would be lulled to sleep for he’d fall into some state of insanity. 

He almost asked how it knew what he was thinking but the cold dark in his head lashed out making him double over and clutch his head. 

‘We owe you no reasons for anything.’ He gasped as the thing withdrew slightly from his mind. But not entirely. 

‘You know what awaits you.’ It said, knowingly. ‘And all of those wretched humans behind those wretched walls, taking apart this land from below.’

Callum realized it was talking about the work camp and all the mining slaves. 

“Don’t! There are innocent people there!”

‘We do not spare any humans who hurt the land.’ Callum noted how it continued to say “We”. Were there more than one? Or was there multiple souls inside the body? 

He clutched his head tighter. If felt like his brain was literally spinning. It’s eyes wouldn’t let him break contact. 

“They’re being forced to work!”

‘We do not spare and humans who hurt the land.’ It only repeated it’s self. 

Before Callum was able to protest there was a snap of powerful jaws he was gone. The creature had been able to unhinge its jaw like a snake and swallow him whole without a problem. 

It let out a hiss and rolled its shoulders. The thing snaked around and moved gracefully, silently towards the cave exit. It stepped out into the snow. 

“We do not spare the humans who hurt the land.” and in a blink, the beautiful terror was nothing but a flurry of snow, blowing in the direction of the work camp.