The full moon and the creatures of the woods are silent witnesses to the unholy metamorphosis that wracks my body. Muscle and bone twist beneath my pale skin as sweat-damp grey fur sprouts and spreads. Yellow claws slash through soil. I writhe as my limbs, ears, and face lengthen, warping into forms both animal and yet uncannily, cruelly human. My blood's tempo slows. Muscles, trembling, vital, return to my control. I rise, shake my shaggy head, part my eager jaws, and utter:
@aquinton Thank you ^_^
I certainly always enjoyed it! :D
(I still recall the werewolf librarian story ^^ )
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