The bebilith or demon spider has a body the size of a man or larger and razor sharp legs much like a sword spider of even more ridiculous proportion. Except the bebilith comes in whatever color and pattern it needs to and it’s webbing is far stronger and is toxic to the touch due to the magic within it.

A bebilith prefers to act as an ambush predator but is also adept at stalking and fleeing should the need arise. They are by far the most adept at disabling magic than any other demon save some of the unique demons and perhaps a succubus depending on the situation. That said they are also proficient in nature and darkness themed enchantments and conjurations.

Moonlight Runner

Dawn comes just as I catch the scent of our mate. I can feel joy both from myself and sister.

She did not give me control in vain. I am growing stronger as the moon is almost full, but I am tired. I do not have the strength for things like this.

Our body is not made to run for so many hours either and I have never been in control this long except on the nights of the full moon where I have near endless energy. . .

I hear sister whisper something, “just get to our mate. You can smell him. I still could not, we are still too far for me.”

Her voice becomes faint and then I feel sister leave, she is asleep. I have complete control until she wakes up. For a brief second I consider hunting and gorging on anything that moves before I focus on what sister would want, find our mate.

Soon I finally understand why my ancestors made a pact with man, and why man is dominant. They are weak and foolish but have focus. Sister teaches me to think and I teach her to survive and we help each other live. This is best, she is steady and I waver. I am wild power and she guides it.

It is all just coming to me as if granted by my somehow growing intelligence. I know why I am suddenly understanding things better; sister is giving pieces of herself to me so I can keep going and find our mate. I won’t let her down, I will give her some of me after she wakes back up. I do not want her to be hurt.

I pause only to drink from a stream and chase down a single bear that was in the path to our mate for food as I rush around the obstacles he flew over. I do not play with the prey, there is no time for that. I eat it without enjoyment and draw on the moonlight to grow.

My physical form swells to the size I am used to, and I begin to show just why my dead packmates called me Moonlight Runner as dusk comes anew and the metal and stone of man homes comes into my view. . .

Adrian

There is no dragon's blood left here, at least none that I may find. I need another plan, being dragon-like won’t work. I don’t think I can feel greed or anger. I need something to consume that would bring out my dragon side, at least that is what I am getting in my head after trying to feel greed over what few shiny objects I didn’t manage to destroy earlier.

I begin to fall into a circle of doubts again, I can’t seem to act dragon-like and there isn’t any dragon blood I can drink here. I don’t think I have a way to find one so there isn’t a way I can get a chance to get back the missing piece of myself.

The howl of a wolf breaks the silence of the night, I heard that howl before. The night Bryan was injured by a wyvern and I learned K is a werewolf. It can’t be the same one though, the moon is not full, or is it?

It does not look full, but I could be wrong. . .

I shake my head, futilely trying to get the doubts out and sort some of the chaos.

I’m not sure how it could be K or Moonlight Runner here but I mimic the howl, though even without my constant doubts I might have thought it a poor imitation at best.

Within minutes a wolf the size of a large horse comes around a building and tackles me, the hit is soft and there are no teeth bared. Only for the moment between the tackle and just before I reached the ground did I feel terror, but that was for the size of this beast. I do not know why but I am not scared of this creature attacking me. My doubts circle but there is no fear.

A tongue the size of most of my face meets the object with which I compared its size to. I do not know why but this creature seems to have affection for me?

There is a look of pride? and the creature wags its tail in what I assume is delight or playfulness. There is some yipping and soft barking from the oversized wolf as it seems to be talking to me.

Is it? I don’t speak . . . Canine? I glance at the wolf's body and it begins a to almost strut around me with pride? Confidence? I don’t know but since there are not male parts on her, she is probably a she.

The wolf rubs up against me and I look straight into her golden amber eyes. I almost glance away as I remember that animals may consider that a challenge but she immediately defers to me being dominant to her. At least that what it seems to be to me.

“Moonlight Runner?”

Her eyes seemed like the eyes of the wolf-woman beast that K was under the full moon, that and she is submissive to me. I doubt it is her, but I also can’t find hope that I know another wolf monster that is submissive to me.

There is a grin and her tail wags quickly, or rather I think it started to move faster as I called what I think is her name.

I move closer and hug her. I still have affection, and I like her. No I love my K, her turning into a wolf sometimes won’t change that.

I think a few tears came down my face but Moonlight Runner clears them for me with her tongue.

I smile and the image of her showing off her body flashes through my eyes again, that and something me-but-not-me said. . .

I need to do something to keep lycanthropy from harming me, but it could also be helpful. . .

I take a step back from Moonlight Runner and hold my left arm out. If this goes badly I might need my dominant hand more.

“I know it’s weird Moonlight Runner but I need you to bite my arm.”

She just looks at me in confusion, I don’t think it is the words but why. I don’t want to explain, I’m not sure I could.

“Please, just do it.”

She opens her jaws and gently touches the top and bottom of my arm with her teeth. There is plenty of spit covering them so I put pressure until my blood spills into her mouth.

Fluid contact, that is all that is needed for infection, right? Either way I need to get this done tonight. I need to fill some of the hole inside me and a wolf will do until I get the dragon back. A wolf can have pride and confidence, right?

I look at Moonlight Runner and she seems upset at me cutting myself on her teeth, as I remove my arm from her jaws.

“It’s ok, thank you.”

I kiss my girlfriend turned wolf on the snout and send her tail wagging, I can only hope she doesn’t expect me to go further in her current form.

I sit down cross legged and stem the flowing blood, but I do not erase the injury. I need it or rather the lycanthropy that supposedly should be in it.

Turning inwards I find in it thousands of tiny wolves mixing into my bloodstream while fighting and consuming each other.

I watch and wait, the strongest should be the one that survives and that is the one I need.

Hours pass as Moonlight Runner curls around me to fight off the night chill and she falls asleep.

It is the last and final wolf that greets me as I fall into some trance, I need to do what me-but-not-me hinted at; some sort of tethering it to me rather than it joining to my body as it normally would. But first there is something I hope may help it.

The fragmented remains of the other wolves slain by the dragon appear before us in this quasidream state.

“Eat” I tell the wolf and it does not argue, only stares at me for a while before doing as both I and its instincts demand.

With the wolf distracted and growing larger and stronger I search for its link to my body. I end up thinking it is the wound on my left arm. Probably fits thematically and I doubt any of this is really needed for Ravnos magic anyways.

Didn’t I tell the trio that foci just make magic easier? I always use some form of verbal or somatic component but they aren’t actually needed, are they?

I’ll still use them here though, I almost feel as though someone or something is whispering into my subconscious as I do these things but I could be wrong.

The wound from Moonlight Runner's bite burns in searing pain as I erase it and mend my flesh. The wolf begins to fade, upset and struggling to stay in existence.

It lunges at me and chains spring forth out of the ground flying around the wolf, it’s mind lashes out at mine as they wrap around the wolf. Restraining it from moving but also forming an anchor to keep it from dissipating as an unprotected spirit would.

Tie it to my soul, that was the next step after separating from it. There is only some emotion I cannot currently understand running through its mind. Good that gives me hope for being able to fill at least a part of what is currently lost to me.

A soul is the spirit and body according to mom's religion so I’ll use that idea and only attach the wolf to the spirit just in case. . .

The world splits and the physical realm vanishes from my sight. I am now alone with only the wolf in a white void.

I walk up to its chained body, it is bigger than Moonlight Runner. Why does it still lack gender?

I touch the head of the giant wolf as it struggles against the chains forged of a mix between my desperation, hope and Ravnos magic. The chains darken to an almost black-blue, asserting themselves in this blank nothingness.

As soon as I touch the head of the wolf I know what must be done.

I form another set of chains, this one with barbed spears attached to both sides. One side to anchor inside of the wolf and the other for myself. Without even thinking of the pain to come I release the command and will for what is supposedly needed.

I scream in pain as the spear passes through me, the wolf acts the same way and somehow there is something different about us both now. He will not be an alternate self, and I will not be a lycanthrope. We will have some other sort of bond between us.

The chains twist around us and their hues shift through a myriad of color, the older chains shatter as the newer barbed and speared chains draw us closer together. Before it ends both this wolf and me have passed out, we do not see the final steps to this magic I have done.