As the moon crept high into the black night her skin began
to buzz like an electrical current. The
hairs on her arm rose as if posting a defense against the sting of the cold
air, then erupted forth, flowing over her like magma.
She tried to breath, to cool herself with the frigid blackness
of night. But her throat burned as the muscles
pulled and stretched. A low growl issued
forth, independent of her will, and she could only listen to the gravely sound.
She gave up fighting and doubled over as her back arched and
snapped. Her limbs twisted and turned
underneath her like heavy machinery. Her
mouth snarled with the new teeth rupturing from within. Her body vaulted and rose, then fell with the
final exhale of humanity.
She stood and the light of the lunar sky caressed her fur. Her lungs swelled in her chest. Howl.
I had to read this with "Bark at the Moon" in the background. The transformation should never be fun!
ReplyDeleteVery cool, great descriptive writing of her transformation Bev. ^_^
ReplyDeleteCool story! Great descriptive writing of her transformation. ^_^
ReplyDeletelove this!
ReplyDeleteWonderful description!
ReplyDeleteGreat, great depiction. I love werewolves.
ReplyDeleteI think this is the best transformation description I've read. So detailed! Woof woof.
ReplyDeleteWow-- that was descriptive! I could totally picture it.
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