don't ask me why i wrote this
She hurried along, glancing for the umpteenth time at the roiling clouds. It was time.
Then she stopped. And stared. And stared a while longer, open mouthed, craning her neck up so a shaft of milky moonlight glimmered on her taut throat, like an offering to be slashed and consumed. The orb of the full moon hung low in the dark clouds, obscenely bloated like a grinning corpse’s face. She bared her teeth in a grimace, recognizing the danger, her features momentarily beast-like.
A sibilant hiss escaped; her teeth clenched in pent up anger. There wasn’t much time. She had to go before it’s too late! Desperate now, she flees along the forest trail, heedless of the brambles and thorns, gaining a hundred shallow cuts and scratches as she fought to break free of the forest’s sinister embrace. Even as she runs, she feels the beast within her stirring, awakening. The change is coming!
Too late! She’s not going to make it! She threw back her head, howling in anguish. The primal sound of it ripped through the midnight woods, reverberating with fear, silencing all the forest creatures within. A note of pure terror...
The change... the change! It begins! She dropped to her knees, gasping, clutching at her throat. Her body jerked in spasmodic fits, cruelly throwing itself onto the stony path, thrashing like a beast seeking to escape its binds. With a sickening thud, the back of her head smashed on a rock. Mercifully, she passed out. The change continued unseen save for the forest creatures, which shrank away in fear, their petrified chitter, yelping and whining chorusing in a symphony of terror. The cacophony swelled for one unbearable moment; then subsides. A thick silence ensues; as one, the forest holds its breath in awful anticipation.
It is done. The once slim figure of the girl now lies blocking the entire path. She, no, it, lies unconscious, its heavy breathing raggedly filtering through the shuddering trees.
A creature, inhuman. A monster. An abomination whose mere gaze will arouse the deepest fear in any living, thinking being. And behind that fear, an unexplainable, killing hatred.
To look in its eyes is death. To run from it, instinct.
Yet what this creature wants, needs, more than anything, is help.
Then she stopped. And stared. And stared a while longer, open mouthed, craning her neck up so a shaft of milky moonlight glimmered on her taut throat, like an offering to be slashed and consumed. The orb of the full moon hung low in the dark clouds, obscenely bloated like a grinning corpse’s face. She bared her teeth in a grimace, recognizing the danger, her features momentarily beast-like.
A sibilant hiss escaped; her teeth clenched in pent up anger. There wasn’t much time. She had to go before it’s too late! Desperate now, she flees along the forest trail, heedless of the brambles and thorns, gaining a hundred shallow cuts and scratches as she fought to break free of the forest’s sinister embrace. Even as she runs, she feels the beast within her stirring, awakening. The change is coming!
Too late! She’s not going to make it! She threw back her head, howling in anguish. The primal sound of it ripped through the midnight woods, reverberating with fear, silencing all the forest creatures within. A note of pure terror...
The change... the change! It begins! She dropped to her knees, gasping, clutching at her throat. Her body jerked in spasmodic fits, cruelly throwing itself onto the stony path, thrashing like a beast seeking to escape its binds. With a sickening thud, the back of her head smashed on a rock. Mercifully, she passed out. The change continued unseen save for the forest creatures, which shrank away in fear, their petrified chitter, yelping and whining chorusing in a symphony of terror. The cacophony swelled for one unbearable moment; then subsides. A thick silence ensues; as one, the forest holds its breath in awful anticipation.
It is done. The once slim figure of the girl now lies blocking the entire path. She, no, it, lies unconscious, its heavy breathing raggedly filtering through the shuddering trees.
A creature, inhuman. A monster. An abomination whose mere gaze will arouse the deepest fear in any living, thinking being. And behind that fear, an unexplainable, killing hatred.
To look in its eyes is death. To run from it, instinct.
Yet what this creature wants, needs, more than anything, is help.
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