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It was a horrible sin for a Lycan to be bored, and sadly, this Lycan was.
It was maybe a couple of minutes before sundown and Valentine had hit the streets casually. For being a werewolf part of the time and being so concious about her 'disease', she was dressed extremely provocatively; leather jeans, skin tight red shirt that bore a large heart- one soft to the touch that was placed dangerously close to her chest.
Actually, directly on her chest.
Yet Valentine continued her strut down the street, hardly acknowledging the humans that stared at her like she was poison.
They all just wanted her, she was sure of this. And even if this was a fact or even if it wasn't, Valentine believed it.
About every single person her swaying body passed.
As the sun went down and the moon rose into the sky, her eyes took one look before she realized a lethal fact to her existance.
It was that time of the month.
Full moon.
And she was already undergoing changes- her fangs had grown in, and the thick fur had already started to come to her arms.
My clothes! She wouldn't have cared about the change if she had remembered to be prepared- naked, and chained in her bathroom so she could cause no harm to herself or her precious outfits.
And cause no harm to anyone else, that was a given...she supposed.
Quickly she dashed into the nearest dark alley, and before her form burst out of her 120 dollar pants, she had stripped them and her shirt- a small tear had already crept it's way up her precious blouse, and this sent her into a very loud and fitful rage- her first howl of the night echoed through the air, half scream.
It was time to get even, and her four furry paws set off into the darkness.
It was maybe a couple of minutes before sundown and Valentine had hit the streets casually. For being a werewolf part of the time and being so concious about her 'disease', she was dressed extremely provocatively; leather jeans, skin tight red shirt that bore a large heart- one soft to the touch that was placed dangerously close to her chest.
Actually, directly on her chest.
Yet Valentine continued her strut down the street, hardly acknowledging the humans that stared at her like she was poison.
They all just wanted her, she was sure of this. And even if this was a fact or even if it wasn't, Valentine believed it.
About every single person her swaying body passed.
As the sun went down and the moon rose into the sky, her eyes took one look before she realized a lethal fact to her existance.
It was that time of the month.
Full moon.
And she was already undergoing changes- her fangs had grown in, and the thick fur had already started to come to her arms.
My clothes! She wouldn't have cared about the change if she had remembered to be prepared- naked, and chained in her bathroom so she could cause no harm to herself or her precious outfits.
And cause no harm to anyone else, that was a given...she supposed.
Quickly she dashed into the nearest dark alley, and before her form burst out of her 120 dollar pants, she had stripped them and her shirt- a small tear had already crept it's way up her precious blouse, and this sent her into a very loud and fitful rage- her first howl of the night echoed through the air, half scream.
It was time to get even, and her four furry paws set off into the darkness.