Post by Enarii on Jan 9, 2012 17:50:23 GMT -6
The mid-winter snow had finally begun to fall in Arlinor, and Enarii hadn't transformed in months. Her long brown human hair was wild and matted, and her nervous eyes flitted back and forth across night-cloaked meadow looking for any signs of a hungry predator. Hugging her arms close to her chest, she was trying to reserve the little heat she had left when a sudden spasm convulsed through her body and sent her flying into the white powder. It wasn't a second after she hit the ground that she convused violently again and she gasped for breath as she felt her arm crack and begin molding in to a new skeleton; a wolf skeleton. No matter how many times she transformed over the years, she was never ready for the agony she knew was to come. However painful it was though, lycanthropy was her only means of survival, so she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and waited to blackout.