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It had been boring. The days she had spent playing around her mother and father were colorless. They had ordered her close while she was “infected” but the female discarded the offensive word. She preferred enlightened or bled with magic. The unfamiliarity of it all was exhilarating. Over the past week the silver female had hunted and rolled in the grass before the house over the watchful eye of Ayita and Vigilante. Feeling fine, the young girl had not reported she was feeling odd in any way as she was told to. Deep down though, something stirred uneasily.
Every morning she woke up to find the ceiling of the building, nerves twisted Ever’s stomach until the knots created needed to be loosened immediately. She tried to forget, reassuring her mind that all was normal and no signs would show up for days, but that didn’t stop the dreams and fantasies. Multiple times her adopted parents had caught her mindlessly staring out the window or at an abnormally long strand of grass, daydreaming. Sometimes her new luperci body in her mind’s eye was strong and beautiful, a true hero of a figure. But more than once had the thoughts darkened into a wild eyed, villain, unable to control her new body. The dreams were the unbearable things.
Her body quivered with fear and anxiety until her shaking woke herself up. The silver pelted girl hardly ever dreamed unless a thought bothered her terribly. These nights brought misery. It came in probing waves, raking her vulnerable body until she stood and lay in the refreshing moonlight from the window. When morning came, Ever crept back onto her bed of downy blankets. The female did this only because she was afraid her family would find her and worry. She hated being fussed upon, which seemed to be happening more these days, but the wolf could not control her anxiety.
This morning was brighter than usual even though shreds of clouds progressed across the blue sky. A stimulating breeze swept across the land and between the reddish brown ears of the female. She was crouched, her grey eyes shimmering like sunlight on silver. A bunny was bathing itself on the edge of the forest, swiping it’s brown paws across it’s face. The wolf admired it for a moment longer before springing. Flying through the air, tongue wiping, the silver girl suddenly landed in front of the rabbit. She screeched an odd strangled howl and the startled brown prey squeaked in mid jump and took off.
Ever laughed, having no intention of killing the hare but enjoying the fear she gave it. Normally she would feel bad giving the small animal such a surprise, but this particular bunny had come to where the grass meets the forest floor numerous times. The female couldn’t find out why but she didn’t mind. Almost immediately after the rabbit had fled, had Ever’s stomach shifted. It was an odd feeling, but the girl fell to the grass in pain. The house in which her parents were in were only a short distance away, so she called, but the call was cut off by a choking sound she realized was her own. Suddenly, the lessons Ayita had taught her came clear. Relax … want the change. Fall under. It was easier than the silver furred wolf had thought. Closing her eyes, she relaxed. But her heartbeat raced for the sky again as she heard a crack of a bone. Positive it was a rib, the female cried out; waiting for the pain, but none came. This must be the change. Ever thought, looking over towards the house for movement. She couldn’t dare call out now for fear strangled her throat, barely letting air through.
Swiftly, silver fur began to quiver and bled with reddish strands and swivel into waves. Her pelt lengthened and curled into beautiful swirls. A strange itching came from the female’s head and the hair grew rapidly, a rich amber or golden red. This fur was also grew in elegantly crafted curls. It began to consume most of Ever’s head and finally stopped bellow her chest. Interested, the female clawed at the long strand, unbelieving that this much hair had come from between her ears. Gasping, the female dropped the hair from her paws … or fingers. Inspecting the black furred hands, the female knew there was no going back from here.
Finally the transformation was complete, but instead on running home as Ever wished to do. She sank to her knees and stared at the grass; taking in the feeling of her knew body.
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