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Iridran was slowly trekking higher and higher up the hill that overlooked this part of the mountain. He breathed in the fresh air, letting it fill his lungs and invigorate him. He held it- then let it all out with a sigh and readjusted his backpack. “Nothing like mountain air for the soul.” He looked out at the vast openness down below that stretched into the distance. It was very beautiful in its own rugged way. Turning back onto his path, he pushed his long black hair out of his eyes and glanced upwards. He was almost about to crest it, this peak that the locals were terrified of. Supposedly this was a spooky place filled with supernatural weirdness. When he heard about it, Iridran simply couldn’t resist; he wasn’t afraid of no ghosts. So here he finally was, right at the top under the bright equatorial sun and crisp mountain atmosphere. The sky was a fantastic blue and it looked like he could go swimming in it. He grunted as he noticed something just a little higher up. A cave. He made his way up to it, using his hiking stick as a crutch on this last push to the summit. He stood breathless in the dark entrance. For the moment he couldn’t see anything inside due to sun blindness. Instead, he nodded in approval at the view one last time before he decided to go any further. He turned around again and- “Woah!” -found himself face to face with a very scantily clad woman that had come out of the cave when he wasn’t looking. Wild woman was more like it; she was dressed mostly in bits of animal skin with sewn-on bones and feathers to cover only the barest of necessities. Her hair was long and borderline-unkempt. Despite that she had a striking elegance to her. Much like the mountain, she too was beautiful in a very harsh and natural way. Lit up under the bright midday sun was a supple body that was strong and toned from a life living here in the brutal wilds. Modest breasts and pleasing hips gave her a very streamlined yet fit appearance. Of more immediate concern were her bright green eyes staring intently into his own. She seemed to be contemplating this unwelcome intruder. Iridran started to talk to try and explain himself when she suddenly pointed at him and he found himself lifted up into the air! His body was hovering just above the ground, leaving him completely at her mercy. “Oh crap! A-are you a witch or something?” She tilted her head, not understanding a word he’d said. Still, he surmised that must be what she was: some sort of witch or sorceress or something else. He found himself deeply regretting his decision to ignore some of the more insistent locals that had warned him not to come. The woman wasted no time in preparing to get rid of this little pest that now knew too much about her. She yanked her hands apart aggressively and Iridran’s clothes were torn from his skin and thrown to the ground. His hiking stick was sent clattering away as well. He looked at her pleadingly from where he was left hanging stark naked in an invisible harness. “Hang on, hang on! I’m sorry I came! I won’t tell anyone else, please!” He made a begging motion with his hands but she didn’t seem to care. He realised that he was dealing with something he wasn’t equipped for. With little more fanfare, she stretched both of her arms out to the sides and stared at iridran intensely with a suddenly very adversarial look. She brought up her arms slowly and seductively, rolling her hips in calculated motions and smoothly rotating her hands back and forth with her wrists in complex rhythms. When her arms were above her head they gradually changed course and snaked slowly through the air in different directions. Her strangely erotic dance formed a mystical and strange connection form between himself and the alluring witch-woman. Though “connection” didn’t quite feel adequate; he felt more like an animal caught in a trap, at the mercy of his captor. Then he felt something on his arms start to itch. This wasn’t just any normal itch. He brought up his arm and his eyes widened when he saw that black fluff was starting to cover his arms. Little things that looked like thick hairs were pushing out of his skin like needles and fanning out into proper feathers to cover his body. He yelled as he felt the bones in his hands melt and reshape into wings. Broad flight feathers pushed out from the sides of his new wings. Brown, chestnut-coloured down was puffing out from his chest and he could feel the immediate warmth they provided. His legs felt uncomfortable next and he flailed helplessly in the air to try and get a better look. His toes were morphing into large yellow claws. Each toe shifted and moved to fit properly onto these new massive, scaly things. He experimentally flexed one and felt it move as he commanded. He flexed again and felt the power he had in the claws now that the muscles were growing bigger and stronger. Each toe was tipped with a wicked black claw. His foot lengthened and his heel moved closer to his body, leaving him to be standing on the tips of his talons from now on. These were the legs of a raptor. “I’m sorry! I’ll never come back, I’ll leave you alone forever just let me go!!” He had the faintest hope that she would have mercy on him. However the beautiful witch ignored him and continued her strange dance, seemingly very much unwilling to stop whatever it was that she had planned for him. Obviously she was getting some sort of satisfaction from all this judging by the look on her face. It was a strange expression that told him that she was absolutely delighted to be ridding him of his human form by using this oddly sensual ritual. The whole ritual was gritty and confusing and primal in a way that the human’s mind couldn’t quite wrap itself around. Her dance was getting more intricate and her hands were twirling in exotic ways, threading between one another and occasionally obscuring her face while her eyes were still locked to his with an intensity no human could match. It wasn’t just her arms moving; her entire body from calves to hips to shoulders were a part of her art. Everything was flowing with a mystical grace that made her seem more like a force of nature than flesh and blood. He heard and felt his body creak. He saw the world grow around him as he shrunk. Even still, he was by no means turning into a tiny bird. What didn’t shrink was the nose in the centre of his vision which got larger and much more orange. The changing man winced when his teeth, lips and nostrils fused into a beak. His pectoral muscles swelled and shifted to conform to the winged creature he was becoming instead of the human he once was. His posture shifted and he was forced to lean forward. His knees pulled up to his chest and left his claws in proper avian position. Iridran’s beak grew sharp and hooked and his vision grew unfocused for a moment before going completely dark. When it came back he could see the witch’s face with a clarity he hadn’t been able to even imagine before. The depth of colour in the world was finally revealed through the eyes of a bird of prey. His skull flattened and the rest of his body was completely overrun with feathers. He could feel something push out of the skin right above his spine as it lengthened…..and kept doing so for much longer than he’d have liked due to what it meant; he was no longer a human man. He’d just grown a tail fan, black and decorated with a dusty white. It had only taken a few minutes for the explorer to be reduced to a creature that was perfectly at home around here. The only thing looking out of place was the look of surprise on his face. The new eagle struggled to move with this new unfamiliar body and he flapped around awkwardly in his invisible prison. The woman slowed her liquid-like dance and planted her legs firmly next to each other. She bent her legs and crouched down gracefully while spreading her arms out wide like wings. Iridran’s own wings involuntarily followed suit like they were held apart by invisible hands. Iridran squawked in surprise at the loss of control of his body and instinctively tried to escape by clawing at the air. The enchantress crouched down further and stared straight into his soul with her intense green eyes, elegantly pushing her hands upwards as far as her wrists would allow. His wings followed suit even though the rest of his body still struggled against the movement. It felt like he was being completely exposed and puppeted like some doll with no way to stop it, no hope to resist whatever strange power she was using on him. She half crouched and shifted her weight from side to side like she was an eagle soaring in the wind, forcing him to mimic her motion. Then it wasn’t just his wings; she lifted up her rear and he did the same with his tail, she pushed out her chest and tilted her head to the side and then so did he. When she started to fly in place he felt control slipping away from him more and more until he had almost no say in his motion at all. He was even moving up and down with her in midair, lifted and lowered by her invisible bonds that still held him fast. She swayed and glided, pushed and pulled and the eagle followed her as a perfect mirror image of her motion as she taught him this dance. Then she took a deep breath, and thrust her body forwards while pulling her arms back and letting out her breath in a loud screech. Iridran felt a wave of something wild and primal flow into him. It forced him backwards like he’d been physically pushed before she pulled back. His avian body followed her motion like he had strings attached. The sensation was terrifying yet absolutely thrilling. It was like pure animal instinct had just washed over him, making him feel untethered and free despite his current predicament. Before he could recover, she started swaying her body and moving her arms like wings in the wind again. Once more she pushed forward with a snarl and that primal magic flowed into the former human, washing over his mind like a warm mental tsunami. He felt her filling him with energy and spirit and power. She leaned back and he pushed toward her for the first time. The bird instinctively knew what to do; he could feel it rise up from the depths of his altered mind thanks to all the wild magic the witch woman had pumped into it. The human part of him quieted down and something clicked into place. He started bobbing his head from side to side in a challenge before letting out a sharp screech. The fae smiled, reacting by moving her ‘wings’ in kind within this graceful dance that now had two partners. The changing eagle played along, shifting his body fluidly from side to side and tilting his wings as if he were in flight himself. Even though he was suspended in the air he still wasn’t actually flying. His tail started to move more and more like a bird and within moments he was practically an expert. He flared his tail and leaned forwards, making the witch move back a little in response. She kept up the dance, gliding from side to side and moving her whole body to the rhythm of imagined flight. She rolled her shoulders, lowered her head and pushed right back into the eagle and channeled as much of the mountain’s wilderness into the bird with another powerful screech. His human mind was overwhelmed. It gave one or two weak sputters before it fully surrendered to the new eagle instincts taking over. He was so invigorated when so much of the wild and untamed magic pushed into him that he fanned out his tail and let out a loud screech that sounded into the distance. A signal to the world that his transformation was complete. The witch smiled proudly and rolled her shoulders back, folding her own ‘wings’ back against her body. The dance had concluded. The enchantress wasn’t one for sentimentality. She waved her hand and sent the wild black and brown eagle on its way. The invisible bonds released the bird and it soared out over the mountain. Its keen eyes scanned its surroundings and its eyes darted back and forth with the precision of any natural avian predator. It looked back at the strange woman in the cave, briefly recognised her as a friend, and went on his way. The enchantress barely spared the bird of prey and extra glance. She motioned with her hand and the backpack and clothes that lay on the ground went up in flames. She casually walked back into her cave with a sway in her step, ready to continue whatever strange things a witch might do in a mountain cave.