05-29-2011, 03:44 PM
Foreign seas where what she was walking down, now she knew. The first sign was her increased appetite, normally the petite little goddess ate little, and could normally sustain herself with a rabbit or two from time to time, now she was finding that a meal a day was beginning to leave her unfulfilled. Let alone that now she was unable to shift to hunt her chosen prey. She now had to rely on charitable others to help feed her growing appetite. The D’Angelo woman knew enough initially to take care of herself, no changing forms, rest when she felt tired, and eat. Another odd side effect happened to be her breasts where a little heavier. Ugh she already hated this. Demi wanted to run to Teddy and give him a good swift kick in the groin for doing this to her, how dare he have her fall in love with him, become his mate then have his children! It was indeed his fault that she was going to swell up like a bloated whale!
Demi gave a sigh as she rubbed her stomach, the growl letting her know that she was indeed still hungry and with every bit of hatred that coursed through her veins she held back from an outburst. No she could feel instinct kicking in to help aid her through this, she had even been rather nice this morning to Teddy and anyone she had ran into. She was softening and she knew it but she was starting to accept it. Demi couldn’t be the queen bitch of Anathema forever, well in one way maybe, but the other she was quickly raising to the top. She wanted to slump to the ground and cry, feeling her emotions starting to go all over the place and knew this was another side effect.
Finally she urged herself out of now her and Teddy’s room and out into the cool spring air. This would be tricky but she had to, her nose sniffed the air driven by hunger, from the growing brood inside her. She had to hunt and she was just going to have to do it in the least dignified way she knew she could get away with without changing forms. Her hands hit the earth, her limbs proportioned to make it awkward but not impossible. She didn’t have the disadvantage of being human trying to do this, and she found herself learning how to give in and let her growing material instincts kick in.
And there before her eyes was a rabbit, her chosen prey, deer meat sounded delicious but she could never bring down one by herself in this condition, and then teddy would be furious that she had put herself in such danger. No she crouched as low as her optime form would allow while walking on all fours, crept as close as possible and then she pounced, finding her longer arms more helpful as they grasped their prey and swiftly brought it to her mouth to kill. Demi was such a picky eater and it normally took her much longer than anyone to eat her fill but her growing responsibilities meant she couldn’t dwell on how she looked; she just tore into the animal even before it was dead and started eating her meal.
So there she was, the Goddess of Anathema covered in blood, knawing on a bone while lying on her belly in a most assuredly wolf like manner, playing with it with her paws, working on devouring the entire animal.
Demi gave a sigh as she rubbed her stomach, the growl letting her know that she was indeed still hungry and with every bit of hatred that coursed through her veins she held back from an outburst. No she could feel instinct kicking in to help aid her through this, she had even been rather nice this morning to Teddy and anyone she had ran into. She was softening and she knew it but she was starting to accept it. Demi couldn’t be the queen bitch of Anathema forever, well in one way maybe, but the other she was quickly raising to the top. She wanted to slump to the ground and cry, feeling her emotions starting to go all over the place and knew this was another side effect.
Finally she urged herself out of now her and Teddy’s room and out into the cool spring air. This would be tricky but she had to, her nose sniffed the air driven by hunger, from the growing brood inside her. She had to hunt and she was just going to have to do it in the least dignified way she knew she could get away with without changing forms. Her hands hit the earth, her limbs proportioned to make it awkward but not impossible. She didn’t have the disadvantage of being human trying to do this, and she found herself learning how to give in and let her growing material instincts kick in.
And there before her eyes was a rabbit, her chosen prey, deer meat sounded delicious but she could never bring down one by herself in this condition, and then teddy would be furious that she had put herself in such danger. No she crouched as low as her optime form would allow while walking on all fours, crept as close as possible and then she pounced, finding her longer arms more helpful as they grasped their prey and swiftly brought it to her mouth to kill. Demi was such a picky eater and it normally took her much longer than anyone to eat her fill but her growing responsibilities meant she couldn’t dwell on how she looked; she just tore into the animal even before it was dead and started eating her meal.
So there she was, the Goddess of Anathema covered in blood, knawing on a bone while lying on her belly in a most assuredly wolf like manner, playing with it with her paws, working on devouring the entire animal.