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[Aug. 4th, 2008|07:24 pm] |
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| | Sonata Artica-Full Moon | ] |
Two moons. Twice the moon had come to call on him, and still the thought ripped through his mind as claws tore through his skin. Twice he had changed, feeling bones snap and reform, skin stretching and fur sprouting and he wished that someone else could feel his pain. Twice his unpure blood had spilled onto the ground of the shrieking shack and he had fought it, fought his thoughts before he had decided that he would do this. If her blood was so pure, then he would make it better. It was a fitting end for the bitch, and he would make it something that she would regret for the rest of her useless life.
But for right now, vengeance was what was keeping him together as he sagged slightly against the weight of la lune. It was there, rising and pressing against him, calling him like a siren. She was the one he loved and hated, and he could feel the sweat moving against his forehead as the skin became increasingly tighter and the world became less comfortable for him then it normally was. He paced back and forth, arms swinging widely at his sides. His muscles needed to move they would atrophy. Already the movements felt tighter as his arms weren't meant to swing that way.
Shoulders rolled forward, and he was panting through his mouth now as he paced behind Sirius. His fingers crooked into claws that wouldn't release, and he could feel the bones that were melding together against his will. It was sheer aderlaine and power that was holding back the change, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could do it. “Hurry.” He growled the words, curling his tongue around them. His tongue felt too thick and it flicked against teeth that were too heavy to be entirely human anymore. “Hurry, he urged again and he swallowed a bit as he leaned his stomach against the railing. |
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