You slumped, defeated, onto the forest floor, a wolf the size of a draft horse covered in night-black fur. Your whimper an admission of Magritte's power, and your condition as she stepped forward and placed a hand on your massive head, stroking gently.
"There there Gloom. No need to fear. You belong to Magritte now. And she has a task for you..."
Your eyes met hers as she smiled, "I need you to capture a pure maiden for me."
You whimpered slightly and she laughed, stroking your head gently, "Hunt a virgin girl from the nearby farming village. You will be able to smell her. Do it, or I will be forced to punish you. Bring her to me...alive."
You whimpered again and tossed your head from side to side and she frowned, "Do it, and I will free you from the pain."
You met her eyes, confused for a second then let out a yelp as you felt your bones twisting, sharp jutting spurs growing and tearing through muscle, spikes jutting from your fur all along your back. It took mere seconds but the agony was blinding and when it subsided every movement brought on a dull pain from the growths.
Magritte's cruel eyes followed you as you loped away in the direction she pointed, flowing naturally through the woods despite your massive size. Your heavy paws thumping into the soil and leaving great gouges from your claws. Branches, leaves, twigs, all caught upon the spikes along your bike, eliciting new pains and leaving new markings in your wake. You had no way to tell but you felt the speed of your run clearly, faster than many cars and far more agile. You ran for miles, in pain and dread, until at last you followed the scent of smoke to the outskirts of a small village. There you nestled among the forests edge and sniffed, smelling a sweet and pure scent on the air that drew you to it. The virgin Magritte required.
Remembering her cruel eyes, you worried over her intentions. Small children played in the village, and a tower nearby produced wisps of silvery blue smoke across the clear blue sky. In the end you decided to...