Nadia's Moons

"Every fullmoon, I change. I can feel my blood turn to venom and pulsate under my skin. I can feel my hair whip and extend, turning thick and tangling like vines. My dress warps into shreds, a black rag draping off my body as the flowers in my hair shrivel and fall. After that moment I memorize every breath, I become a hunting machine, I can see the world down to the last fibre. I am a monster. Similar to a human.'