Solitarius Lupus

2| Breaking Souls II

Fear.

It is a fragile thing, no?

Such a simple,sad, human emotion. Unfortunately I am still blessed with my humanity despite all else.

At some point after the sun fell I must've as well, and I woke up to the smell of my own blood. My bones creaked, sore from healing themselves through the night.

I studied my surroundings, still in the forest, I had indeed managed to drag myself beneath a small rock overhang at some point in the night. I stood up and shook, the mud and dried blood that was caked on my skin flaking off.

The smell of iron assaulted my nose, the scent of the forest forcing itself to my forefront. The pine trees swayed around me, and I heard no birds.

The silence made me uneasy. But I knew I must continue despite my instincts. I was not sure how much time I had lost. Or how much distance I had put between myself and him.

Never far enough, but as long as I was alone I was safe. I picked a direction, and began to walk. The trees bled on for miles and the sky gradually lightened above my head as soft rays of sun trickled through the top canopy of the pines.

I must've walked for hours, and as the sun shifted, my surroundings never changed. I continued to walk, although I was not sure where I was going.

My first shift had been painful. I closed my eyes and let my heightened senses guide me while I though back to the day before. I had escaped. I was free.

I do not know what I am, or why they kept me-he kept me. I hear a voice in my head, she is cold and her voice sends a shock through me every time I hear it.

She is Azora. She says this is my name as well, but I am unable to decipher any such words, rather, emotions, and strong instincts pulse through my head when she speaks. We are one, yet, not one.

She is beautiful, a sleek black coat much like a ravens' covers her muscular form, sharp canines poke out of her mouth and her graceful white crystalline claws match her pupil-less eyes.

I am nothing, yet I am everything. That is what the man always told me. I don't remember anything before cages and concrete walls. Humanity is a shallow concept to me, my limited knowledge is only that of the scientists who studied me, and the man who says he raised me.

I remember pain.

Red-hot, searing, pain. It shot through my body like a rocket, and I crouched in my damp cell.

Something was changing, shifting,,, screaming. I wished for death. Anything but the torture thus had brought and was continuously bringing me.

I felt blood rolling down my chin as sharp teeth sprouted from my mouth, and needles shot through my skin as black tendrils drew blood.

This was fur, my change, my summoning. I had no knowledge of my own. But yet I had my own conclusions. Claws shot through the thin skin to replace my fingernails, and my bones shifted, breaking, as they formed an entirely new frame.

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