Some think too much, then come too soon
Pink Sheep RPG
All she had when she turned were sensations.
Pain, something so far above agony it had no name. Ferocious cold bound by intolerable heat. Thousands of claws, thousands of teeth tore and ripped at her - each wound a separate, searing misery. Her own blood burned under her breaking skin and around her the dark closed in, squeezing her in a terrible embrace as she felt her bones snap and change shape.
Eloise collapsed in a heap, gagging as nausea wormed its way up her throat, and wheezing for what air was left for her. Her strength was draining, simply leaking out of her like water through a sieve.
Nearly over, she thought. So fucking tired.
Going numb. Going out.
Nearly done.
A rush of heat rolled over her, felt like it sent her tumbling even though she hadn't moved from the spot she'd collapsed in. In front of her eyes, a light blazed like the sun, throwing everything into sharp relief. For a moment the woods, the grass, the sky, were a single sheet of fire, and in the next they stood completely still.
From the woods, Leader watched as Stranger emerged from the tall grass, shaking the seeds from her coat.
Only rarely did she run with the pack, and when she did, she emerged from the big stone cave like a dog. Only she didn't act like a dog - if she had, the pack would have killed her long ago. Instead she pranced along side them, small and sleek, her eyes blue and framed with black lashes. The moonlight shone on her dark brown pelt as she ran through the woods, dodging the trees, her muscles rippling with strength.
She challenged the wind with her speed and her grace, running at the edge of the pack, keeping her gaze straight ahead, never challenging Leader's authority. Stranger carried a storm with her, always, in her fur, in her heart.
As she ran, bitterness and fury ran with her.
Leader hated her, for his senses told him there was something not right with the young female. Something...bad. That was why he had never challenged the upstart bitch. Not because Stranger would win, but because the the stench of something worse than death clung to her fur. Something unlucky. Something ruined, burned...hopeless.
She was a wolf, but she was a wolf wrong.
A wolf damned.
Summary: It's a full moon. Guess what that means for Eloise?
All she had when she turned were sensations.
Pain, something so far above agony it had no name. Ferocious cold bound by intolerable heat. Thousands of claws, thousands of teeth tore and ripped at her - each wound a separate, searing misery. Her own blood burned under her breaking skin and around her the dark closed in, squeezing her in a terrible embrace as she felt her bones snap and change shape.
Eloise collapsed in a heap, gagging as nausea wormed its way up her throat, and wheezing for what air was left for her. Her strength was draining, simply leaking out of her like water through a sieve.
Nearly over, she thought. So fucking tired.
Going numb. Going out.
Nearly done.
A rush of heat rolled over her, felt like it sent her tumbling even though she hadn't moved from the spot she'd collapsed in. In front of her eyes, a light blazed like the sun, throwing everything into sharp relief. For a moment the woods, the grass, the sky, were a single sheet of fire, and in the next they stood completely still.
From the woods, Leader watched as Stranger emerged from the tall grass, shaking the seeds from her coat.
Only rarely did she run with the pack, and when she did, she emerged from the big stone cave like a dog. Only she didn't act like a dog - if she had, the pack would have killed her long ago. Instead she pranced along side them, small and sleek, her eyes blue and framed with black lashes. The moonlight shone on her dark brown pelt as she ran through the woods, dodging the trees, her muscles rippling with strength.
She challenged the wind with her speed and her grace, running at the edge of the pack, keeping her gaze straight ahead, never challenging Leader's authority. Stranger carried a storm with her, always, in her fur, in her heart.
As she ran, bitterness and fury ran with her.
Leader hated her, for his senses told him there was something not right with the young female. Something...bad. That was why he had never challenged the upstart bitch. Not because Stranger would win, but because the the stench of something worse than death clung to her fur. Something unlucky. Something ruined, burned...hopeless.
She was a wolf, but she was a wolf wrong.
A wolf damned.
Summary: It's a full moon. Guess what that means for Eloise?