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AUTHORS NOTE~
This chapter isnt really a book idea, its just me describing how I depict a "Werewolf" change. This is based off of how I see a "Werewolf" change, (dont I sound repeatative) not how you or anyone else sees it.
If you have ANY questions, comments, concerns, feel free to contact me.
___________________________•••I looked up at the full moon, hating the moon goddess for doing this to me.
I let my anger get the best of me, again, to the point where I triggered to change before it was due. I began to feel my heart beat faster to pump my fevering blood faster. I felt the heat begin in my chest and branch out into my limbs. At this, I quickly took out my gauges and stripped down naked so I didn't ruin anything. I was tired of buying new clothes because of this.
I was reminded of the task at hand when pulses of almost electricity began to shoot through every vein in my body. I no longer could stand up as my knees buckled, causing me to crouch onto the ground. The heat and electricity shoot through once more and I was left feeling tingily and numb.
I then felt my shoulder blades pop out of place. Luckily this was the least painfull part. My body was now covered in a thick layer of sweat that was from the heat inside and also the anxiety of the worst part. The bone reconstruction.
I continue breathing heavily as the next phase jumps up and bites me in the ass. I feel my knees break and move place as my calves extend. My ankles, wrists, feet, and hands reconfigure themselves appropriately. My spine aches from extending itself to form a tail that began to thrash violently as it reacted to my pain. My face began to crackle and reform under my skin to form a snout.
I laid on the ground in defeat as I felt the last stage begin. This is where I sprout my charcoal colored fur. It wasn't too bad, it just felt like tiny needles EVERYWHERE.
*a loud, deep howl excapes my lips as my transformation is complete*
*runs deeper into forest*
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Alright, this is just a person. You can imagine them in anyway you wish. I was just putting that down in stone for further reference.
Adiós Lovelies,
Skittles
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