Lichinthesystem

Trial of Lovers-Lyall

Added 2025-02-27 20:06:28 +0000 UTC

Having lost track of Leo some time ago, Lyall was forced to continue the trek through the woods on his own, huffing and puffing as the weight of his own body fought to hold him in place. The lines of muscle earned through years of training had become buried in what was now several feet of plush, gelatinous fat. His arms and legs wobbled with every step as his belly dragged against the ground. Pushing past the exhaustion and illusions of the misty forest, the engorged knight waddled with a strength that could only come from true devotion.

For a moment, the fog rolled in, bathing him in a sea of cloudy white.

The wolf blinked, feeling as if he had fallen of a ledge, only to find himself back in the ballroom of his home. No longer nude, the wolf found himself in regal clothes not made for one of his implausible size. In seconds, all eyes fall on him, but only one other person matters to Lyall in this moment. Seeing his human staring wide eyed across the room, Lyall heaved himself over, tearing new holes in his clothing every time he moved. Reaching his lover, the wolf attempted a curtsey as he asked with a nervous smile "Not too late for a dance, am I?"