Kitty Norville (thenamecame1st) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-03-01 22:03:00 |
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Being a werewolf isn't an either-or thing. It's not the Jekyll-and-Hyde dichotomy. It's more like a scale, with wolf at one end and human on the other. Some days were a little more wolf than others. Some people were a little more wolf than others. Every month on the day of the full moon, as the sun began to set, Kitty edged closer to wolf as the moon began to rise in the sky. It was full darkness by the time she started walking away from the town, into the woods that were still chilly from the winter. She wore only a pair of sweatpants, a tank top, and a hoodie, all clothing easy to pull off. Wolves ran hot, so she barely felt the cold. Wolf was restless in her skin, claws itching to get out. There was too much that was different here - and, most importantly, she was alone there. Packless and in a strange Pack’s territory. Kitty soothed Wolf as well as she could, while fighting her own pang of sadness. She walked a few miles in until she saw no sign of the town’s lights in the sky, and indeed could only just make out the moon itself. Once she felt a little more comfortable, Kitty sought out a small den she could burrow in later. That done, she stripped her clothes off and folded them carefully on top of a log, then stepped away to let herself go, allowing Wolf to come to the surface. The familiar pain seized her and she doubled over even as her eyesight began to change, her hands hitting the ground and becoming claws. A veil dropped over her eyes and everything went black as her human consciousness slipped away - And a tawny wolf, much larger than the size of an average wolf, stretched and shook itself in her place. Run, hunt, fight - her thoughts were basic, instinctual, and a faint whine was heard as she took in a deep breath of air through her muzzle of the unfamiliar woods around her. The other part of her, the human part, soothed her somewhat, reminding her that she was safe. Carl and Meg were nowhere nearby, and tonight she didn’t have to deal with an Alpha or anyone else. For now, this small space was shared territory. And now it was time to explore and to hunt. After another breath was taken in, she let it out, then lifted her muzzle and let out a loud, long howl. Finally, she broke into an easy trot, which very quickly became a ground-eating lope. It was in this moment that both sides of her felt free. Happy. Running, exploring, learning this place - this felt right, a fact which disturbed the human side peripherally, but the Wolf overrode that emotion. This was what they were meant for. She ran for what seemed like hours, for miles, and when her nose caught the scent of a rabbit - Prey - the hunter went for it without thought. The creature gave little chase before it was killed and eaten, and the wolf moved on to explore further. |