Losing My Grip
WHO: Sena and whoever comes across him
WHAT: A weredog transformation begins and well, it's a rather excruciatingly painful process.
WHERE: At the lovely park~ feel free to spot a red blur running towards it~
WHEN: Er, sometime in the afternoon, a little before sunset during the day before the full moon?(yeah, I don't get what I wrote either)
nonononononononono
What was happening? What was going on? Everything was normal one second and then the next...he sank to his knees with a cry, clutching his hair.
shitshitshitshitshithshit why was the room spinning? He began to hyperventilate. It seemed harder to breathe with each breathe he took. Why was the room so small? Why was it so hard to breathe?
Why? why? why? why? why? why?
His vision began to dim and suddenly, he began to hear things he couldn't hear before, smell things he couldn't smell before, he wasn't sure what was going on but he had to leave.
Get out get out get out get AWAY!
With a growl that didn't sound quite human he shot to his feet and bolted out the door, crashing and tearing out the house and through the streets.
He had to get out. He couldn't stay here any longer. He had to get out and out and away away from his family and everyone else because he couldn't help it and he just had too.
It didn't matter how many hands tried to grab him, how many people cried out angrily, he ignored it all with an inhuman snarl and ran.
The park, the park, the park, the park.
It was open no smelly humans, no one to bother him, no one to cause him harm, he'd be safe and freee and and---
a tree root caught him around his ankle and with a surprised cry, he crashed into the dirt face first. He lay there for a moment, wondering what just had happened.
Then, the pain came. He couldn't quite bite off his first scream and he clawed uselessly at the dirt, wishing the pain would stop.
It hurt so much. Hurt so much more than he expected. Hurt more than anything else he experienced in his life.
someone...help me....please I can't stand this
WHAT: A weredog transformation begins and well, it's a rather excruciatingly painful process.
WHERE: At the lovely park~ feel free to spot a red blur running towards it~
WHEN: Er, sometime in the afternoon, a little before sunset during the day before the full moon?(yeah, I don't get what I wrote either)
nonononononononono
What was happening? What was going on? Everything was normal one second and then the next...he sank to his knees with a cry, clutching his hair.
shitshitshitshitshithshit why was the room spinning? He began to hyperventilate. It seemed harder to breathe with each breathe he took. Why was the room so small? Why was it so hard to breathe?
Why? why? why? why? why? why?
His vision began to dim and suddenly, he began to hear things he couldn't hear before, smell things he couldn't smell before, he wasn't sure what was going on but he had to leave.
Get out get out get out get AWAY!
With a growl that didn't sound quite human he shot to his feet and bolted out the door, crashing and tearing out the house and through the streets.
He had to get out. He couldn't stay here any longer. He had to get out and out and away away from his family and everyone else because he couldn't help it and he just had too.
It didn't matter how many hands tried to grab him, how many people cried out angrily, he ignored it all with an inhuman snarl and ran.
The park, the park, the park, the park.
It was open no smelly humans, no one to bother him, no one to cause him harm, he'd be safe and freee and and---
a tree root caught him around his ankle and with a surprised cry, he crashed into the dirt face first. He lay there for a moment, wondering what just had happened.
Then, the pain came. He couldn't quite bite off his first scream and he clawed uselessly at the dirt, wishing the pain would stop.
It hurt so much. Hurt so much more than he expected. Hurt more than anything else he experienced in his life.
someone...help me....please I can't stand this