The moon is out and i rise. I didn't want to be like this i didn't choose this. It reaches higher and higher into the sky till it blooms like a flower in spring.
I wanna yell and rip it apart but I start to shudder and twitch.
I fall to the ground howling in pain.
Just then i start sprotting fur and growing a snout along with long slender claws and long sleek fuzzy tail and pointed little wolf ears.
After my transformation I sensed someone or something is near me.
just as i was bout to run for my life a familiar voice spoke out to me "Welcome to the pack my daughter".
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The moon is out and I rise.
PoetryThis is a story but i hope you like it. I wrote this whith no reffrences at all and picture belongs to me. ENJOY!!