(Borrowed a few paragraphs from anonymous.)
You seem to have mastered how to sneak around using shadows, but you're not a 100% sure how exactly you're going to be killing Luchesesia, but you're a giant wolf and Magritte told you to trust your instincts, shouldn't be too hard now, should it? But then again, you're up against a warlock... Inspecting the room and the situation, you figure the best plan would be to wait until Luchesesia gets distracted with something, then jump at her and bite her neck, that's what wolves usually do right?
Luchesesia lets out a little ''Oh!'', and quickly goes to a table nearby to continue reading from a book, fully exposing her back and cute ass to you. It's time, before leaving the comfortable shadow you're in, you stop for a while and think, do you really want to do this...? What did this woman do to you? You're just doing this because Magritte told you to do so, but she turned you into a wolf the size of a horse, what if Luchesesia could help you right now? What if Magritte is planning on discarding you afterwards? Deciding not to anger the woman who took your humanity and your manhood, you arise from the shadows, your gigantic form seemingly appearing out of nowhere from the dark.
Considering your size, you don't bother with stealth and immediately charge towards the pretty warlock, and as it turns out, you didn't even need to jump to reach her neck, but you pounced her regardless. The woman never even reacts as your jaws snap shut around her slender neck.
And pass right through.
Your momentum carries you forward through Luchesesia’s body as if she were mist. The table, on the other hand, proves much more real, shattering beneath your weight in an explosion of books and splintered wood. Confused and more than a little bruised by the impact, you scramble to your feet. What happened? To your astonishment, the warlock still stands there, her gaze fixed on you but her expression showing no reaction to your presence, as if you’re merely a fly landing on the table. Then, she blurs and vanishes into thin air.
Before you can comprehend what just happened, a huge furred body barrels into you from the side, flattening you onto the ground. You struggle for a second only to freeze as a vice-like grip squeezes your neck. Through your neck fur, you feel the prick of sharp teeth and the heat of your attacker’s breath. Turning your eyes, you see that the over-sized cat had returned, perhaps even bigger than before, and her muzzle now sports two tusk-like fangs very much like a saber-tooth tiger. Desperately, you try melting back into shadow, but the jaws seem to follow you there, wrenching you back into solidity and slamming you back onto the stone floor.
“Very good, Samantha,” Luchesesia’s voice purrs. Before your shocked eyes, the designs on the floor glow bright before drawing towards one of the room’s corners. Once there, they pile on top of each other, rising off the ground and taking a new shape. Soon, there stands Luchesesia, covered in a web of multicolored lines that quickly fade away. “Cats are so very good at keeping vermin at bay. And stopping the occasional intruder.”
Silently, you watch the young woman glide towards you, noting how softly she moves on her bare feet, very much like the large cat she commands. “Hm, Magritte’s handiwork, I presume. The woman’s jealousy is only matched by her utter predictability. A dire wolf? Honestly.”
Casually shedding her dignified manner, she plops down inches from your nose, sitting cross-legged and tilting her head sideways to match your current orientation. Her big eyes openly inspect you, her mouth slightly quirked in a deceptively innocent smile. Staring back, it’s hard to believe this petite young woman had bested a dire wolf, but that‘s magic for you. Seeing how close she is, you feel tempted to make one more try at her throat. Perhaps take her by surprise.