Acceptance and submission.

You are a proud and noble predator. You are convinced of this even if your short existence would give no evidence to this being a fact. You know, instinctively, that you are strong and that that strength is something you should take pride in. It is an immeasurable strength that few others could match. This is what you know to be true...and, yet, you had been bested without even any real effort being made by the Dark One who now stood above you.

You are a proud and noble predator, yes, but your pride does not blind you to what is blatantly obvious. That being the fact that, while you are strong, the Dark Lord is infinitely stronger. Where your power is wild and savage destruction, his power is an unrelenting **** of nature. It is like comparing a wildfire consuming a small forest to a volcanic eruption that covers a country and sinks a continent into the sea. In other words, the Dark Lord is stronger than you and, as such, he is worthy of being the one you pledge fealty to.

As such, you are quick to shift forms, shedding the large monstrous form you had been in for the smaller, quadrupedal form of the wolf. You remain on your back, your forelegs folding against your chest and your tail tucking between your back legs. You lay your head back to expose your throat, leaving yourself exposed and **** to the Dark Lord with your soft belly and vital throat open to him. It is a classic show of lupine submission, giving one who is stronger than you the ability to tear out your throat and soft underbelly without effort if that is what they wished. You offer yourself to the Dark Lord in that way and, as he looks down at you, you can swear you feel his acceptance of that.

"A wise answer, my minion.", he says to you as he slowly steps away, heading back to where Uldar stood, "Now, rise! I did not create you simply to lord my power over you. You have purpose, my minion. You are my greatest creation, destined to be stronger and better than every other minion that serves me. You will hold a portion of my power within you and stand above all others who serve me as my right hand...eventually. For now, you are strong, but have yet to reach your full potential. That will change in time, however, as you gain more experience and learn more of what you are and what you must do. Do you understand, my minion?"

At this point, you have risen to your feet, again taking on your human form and standing tall and proud before your master. You nod to him, lowering your gaze and bowing your head to him in a show of respect. "Yes, Master.", you hear a harsh contralto voice say in the common tongue and realize, after a moment, it was your own as you had spoken out to answer your master verbally.

Your master seems pleased by this as he regards you with his burning red gaze intently. "Good. I expect much of you, my minion, so I shall send you on your first task at once so you can prove yourself worthy of that expectation.", he said and then held a hand out at you, the fingers outstretched towards you as a red glow comes to his gauntleted hand, "But first..."

You feel a tingle of magic around you and, all of a sudden, you are no longer standing there naked and dripping from your very recent emerging from the spawning pool. Your master has seen fit to equip you, if only enough to cover your nudity. Leather breeches of dark brown hug your long, lean legs, the supple jut of your taut rear and the feminine flare of your hips. A simple leather jerkin covers your lithe upper body, your pert bust held up and together by the tight leather to accentuate your cleavage and the creamy flesh there. The garment is sleeveless, but that is to leave room for the leather gauntlets that encase your arms from the elbow down to your hands. Each finger of those gauntlets are tipped with steel points that mimic the claws that you possess in your werewolf form, giving you weapons that you are familiar with even in this human form which is usually without natural weaponry.

"These things I have given are imbued with my magic and power, as you are, my minion. As such, they are a part of you, growing and changing as you will over time. Being a part of you, they will also change along with you, making sure that your changing of forms does not destroy them.", your master informs you, "Now, my minion, you are properly equipped for what is to come."