A Rubber Blaidd TF (Patreon)

Thanks for all your support! Here is the Blaidd - A Rubber Wolf as your votes from the last poll. High-resolution PNGs and other versions are included in your Onedrive Folder, please check it out!

A small story goes along with it below. I hope you enjoy it 😉!

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In the treacherous world of ancient ruins, where the echoes of forgotten civilizations whispered secrets and danger lurked at every corner, Harry was known as a fearless warrior who spent years venturing through these forsaken places in search of lost relics, artifacts, and legendary weapons. His quest had taken him to countless desolate places, but it was the enigmatic Mistwood Ruins that held the promise of something extraordinary.

Nestled deep within the Mistwood Ruins, the eerie howling of wolves filled the night air, an unsettling symphony that piqued Harry's curiosity. He decided to investigate this haunting melody, venturing further into the ruins than ever before. The haunting cries of the wolves guided him to a hidden cave buried beneath the ancient stones and foliage.

Inside the cave, Harry stumbled upon an astonishing sight—a campfire area that had been untouched by time for generations. There were old, weathered furniture, tattered clothes, rusted armor and weapons, and dusty magic books that had long been abandoned and forgotten.

However, the most captivating find lay deeper within the cave. A mysterious call echoed in Harry's mind, urging him to press forward. Ignoring the dust and cobwebs, he followed this peculiar voice, clearing a path through the cracks and vines blocking the way. The voice led him to a large dome in the cave's ceiling, where a hole allowed a beam of light to pierce the darkness below.

As the radiant beam illuminated the cave floor, Harry's gaze was drawn to a magnificent object in its center—a colossal gray Royal Greatsword, firmly lodged in the ground. The strange whispering voice became more insistent, urging him to approach and touch the weapon.

With anticipation and caution, Harry reached for the sword, but as his hand made contact, an icy sensation surged through his body. He attempted to withdraw, but it was too late. Shimmering gray liquid burst forth from the blade, enveloping him. Panic overcame him as the liquid quickly spread, wrapping around his body, from his head to his torso.

Harry struggled against this bizarre transformation, using every ounce of his strength to shake off the liquid, but it clung to him with relentless determination. The more he fought, the more it adhered, altering his form. Muscles grew firmer, his feet transformed into wolf-like paws, and his hands sprouted rubbery claws. In a surreal and nightmarish turn of events, a rubber mask resembling a wolf took shape, then swooped onto his face, melding with it and turning his visage into that of a rubber wolf.

Helplessly, Harry watched as the liquid continued to harden, covering his entire body. His very identity and consciousness slipped away, and he felt himself become one with this strange, rubbery body. A dark blue rubber cloak unfurled on his back, the final touch on his new form.

With a mind that no longer belonged to Harry, he stood up, effortlessly pulled the Royal Greatsword from the ground, and began to walk away from the cave, now reborn as something entirely different. The name "Harry" had faded into oblivion, replaced by a new identity—Blaidd.

As Blaidd, he was imbued with a sense of gratitude for the unknown warrior who had unwittingly bestowed this bizarre transformation upon him. His voice, now deeply hypnotic, repeated a mantra of thanks. With the Royal Greatsword in his hand and a body that defied the laws of nature, Blaidd pledged to keep this new form and purpose for all eternity.

And so, the rubber werewolf warrior named Blaidd emerged from the Mistwood Ruins, leaving behind the world of Harry to embrace a destiny that was both mysterious and strange.