Gray and white sheets of the gods lay in the sky unraveling and folding under the mercy of the moon its light threatening to burn through them. It's light escaping through slivers above my head dancing scenes of shadows and luminescence. I could see the icy blades of grass crunch beneath my feet clearly, tiny gems dazzling on the green cold surface. The cold was beautiful.
Wind blew past my back and whistled through the dark thick forest painted grey and dark green before me. This forest is mine. I own these mountains. The big blue moon in the sky peered on the back of my neck. The moonlight like fertilizer on my skin made the tiny hairs on my arms grow longer and abundant into fur. My skin crawled beneath my skin, moving and forming something else, not human.
My jaw bone snappedunder pressure forming even longer,I couldnt stop my hands from retorting to my face and nose now forming to a longsnout.My kanines in my mouth stretchedlike wire out of my gums. I felt my hips pop and reform with the newalighning of my spine. I held in the scream of pain shot with every nerve jolting movement of my insides.
I lie there panting. The moon overhead already soaking into my skin, making my claws scrape against the ground with pure energy flowing from them into the uprooted blades of grass. My legs picked me up before my mind spoke to them. They broke into a run my front and back claws ripping into the ground with each leap od a step. Dark shades of forest green, dark brown blurred through my vision. I didn't need light to see now. Not as an animal.
Trees grew thicker and more abundant until they ended completely. Standing on top of a hill I look out upon a glowing city. I city I in this form I am unwelcome to enter. The yellow luminescence flowing from distant windows were the only sign of life in the cold still world before me. I world I am no longer apart of.
I am a child of the night. unhuman now. an animal. and there was nothing that would change that. I turned my back on the city lights at the bottom of the hill. My shadow casted upon the dirt in front of me. The shape of a beast, no longer a man.
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Children of the Night
Teen FictionHe was a man. Something he will never be again, and something he can never change. In a world where warewolfes are the enemies and evil in the eyes of the people he is to spend his life reliving the curse of changing under the moon every night,alone...
