CoaT #15 - The Return of Coyote

Chronicles of a Trickster



15. The Return of Coyote


It has been over a month since the withered remains of the once disgraced trickster Coyote lied dormant inside a cold, metal drawer in the city morgue. For the last thousand years, he once ruled supreme as the trickster that fooled young warriors, inflated and destroyed the egos of the proud and vein to get what he wants and even gotten in a few rounds with the most powerful of mystics; The elders of the Native Council. Though because of his mastery of the art of deception and trickery, The powerful members of the council couldn't have anything to pin on him and face punishment. Coyote was seriously on top of the world and among the ranks of the worlds most devious tricksters who since the dawn of man have been playing their little games with the mortals and torturing those who will dare to cross them.

...And then came Launa Viander.

She was the proverbial star of the group who for being a mortal has fought and earn the title and all the rights that bare with it. Normally mortals becoming supernatural beings would have the ambivalence of not reserving their emotions to other mortals but she was 'self-raised' in the art since that fateful day of being cursed from the brat she once was. Even earning a friend in Anansi who to this day keeps deep contact with in the centuries after. Her 'performances' in messing with the mortals have gotten her well-warranted praise and accolades among the others she was truly becoming one of them. And that silently infuriated Coyote who for that same amount of time, tries to earn his place among the ranks and become a legend himself the thought of a mortal who he believes will always be is an insult to the right.


It was the enviable flash point that led to the series of events that left Launa a broken, vengeful and bitter woman and Coyote invoking the wrath of the Native Council and becoming the first supernatural being to be forcibly stripped of his power, title and identity leaving the future of the two to intertwine in the most destructive ways.


Feeling a bit of life of him Coyote's remains started to become sparkled with white light. The energies from the extraction spell had a strange effect on him normally tapping into something that was thought to be taken completely away from the council. It was his old powers. For centuries he has relied in using incantations and magical objects to reek havoc as he pleased but none came from the power within him until it was taken away. The energy surge soon rushed through his body and and began to fill up his empty husk. Slowly and surely the energy began to restore everything that made him up until he was back to his regular human form. But it wasn't over. The body began to grow a replenished brown and white coat of fur, a long flowing steel gray mane replaced his short dingy black hair. His flat human face reformed itself into an animalistic maw and the white sclera turned back into its natural shade of gold all from within the confines of the morgue drawer. The extraction spell created a feedback that took the most insignificant amount of power and amplifies back to normal. Coyote can feel all the power he lost coming back to him it was a amazing experience for him to get it all back.


But that pleasure soon suddenly turned into a sharp pain that covered his body. He cringed and yelped in pain at what's happening to him every muscle in his slim, athletic frame started to swell and bulk up. shirt tips of his fingers became intimidating and insanely sharp claws, Coyote's body was going through a complete physical shift as a result of the energies building up inside of him. His breathing grew heavier as he is getting readjusted to the new frame. The last light of the energies finally died as his confined space grew dark and quiet.


A loud click from the lock of the door popped open and the door slowly opened and without the need of an spoken word, he slowly let the drawer pull itself out with the new being on top of it. Coyote covered his face at the first light he sees after being in the dark for a long time. Stepping off the drawer he felt heavier than before, more strange than before and more embed than before. The visual proof came when he looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't believe his eyes. For as far as he can remember, he always has the body of a fit male but now he is the proud holder of a body of a mighty Olympian! It was amazing that he didn't get crushed by his own bulk in that cramped little space. He flexed his arm and was amazed to see how huge and stacked his bicep grew. The fur coat on him was thin to show every sinewy detail on him then looking at other amazing details of his body he grew more and more impressed with how his new body is. Flexing both is massive arms. showing his tree-trunk thick thighs, marvel at his solid six-pack and more details that would make even his ex jealous. But that was nothing compared to what he had packing between his brawny thighs he blushed under his fur to see that the energies enhanced 'everything'.


Then the door behind him opened and a woman wearing a lab coat walked right in seeing a massive, inhuman beast posing in front of a mirror. She wanted to scream but Coyote stopped her and pulls her body close to him, Coyote tells the woman who now towers her at ten feet tall not not make a shout in a polite manner he has been cooped up for months and the last thing he needed was the sound of a hysterical woman bringing attention to himself. Then gazing into her eyes he used his new powers to calm the woman down holding her face with his large, powerful hands they began to glow as he can strangely feel her energy slowing tapping away form her. For Coyote it was like he was being well-fed and was lost in the feeding. When he finished his tapping he looked at the woman only to discover that she now became a lifeless husk like him, he then smiled to discover he can now do that under his own power. Still holding the body he has an idea on how to get out of the morgue. Minutes later the body lies naked on the drawer as Coyote slides her in and closes the door. Buttoning the soft, white blouse, Coyote takes on the form of her victim and thanked her for letting him 'have' her clothes since she won't be needed them anymore. Walking out of the room and soon out of the building old plans start to resurface and that is to get rid of Launa, get revenge on the Native Council and add one more extra goal. To become a god and take over the world.