Noe in the right comm Who: Moira Little Where: Forest of Everdale When: Sunday Night What: Moira shifts with the moon Status: Narrative/Possibly Open if requested
With everything going on, she was feeling on edge. Ava had screamed all through Gideon burning the poison out of her system. How the she-wolf hadn’t passed out from the pain, Gideon’s guest didn’t know. It had just made her even more edgy. Peter had shown up which was a relief, but she still felt like she needed to pace. It hadn’t gotten any better after Ava had stopped screaming, Gideon had set her and Peter up in the guest room and everything fell silent. Eventually, exhaustion pulled her into a shallow sleep on the couch.
Day time had almost been worse. It felt like something was coming, or waiting. She couldn’t sit still, couldn’t focus. She’d spent time talking with people on the internet. That had worked for a while, but then conversations came to an end and she’d had to find something else to occupy her time with. She checked on Peter and Ava, made them something to eat then tried to take a nap.
She drifted into a dream that seemed far too real. It wasn’t linear, didn’t tell a story. Just flashes of images and feelings. A thick forest with deep snow that felt familiar. Tall trees. Broad sky with lights dancing silently in the air. Everything was peaceful even as it gave her a sense of dread. Her anxiety had good reason. The images and feelings changed. Fear. Blood. Pain. Fear. One right after another until suddenly it all came to a stop and a voice she didn’t recognize whispered through her soul.
Moira.
She woke up in a panic, half falling off the couch. Out! She had to get out of the cabin! The lingering emotions from the dream chased her through the residence to the front door. Her clothing seemed constricting, choking her, containing her. It was helping her panic take root even more until she literally tore her shirt off as she burst out the door.
The large, full moon in the sky drew her eyes upward, and her breathing quickened. It was as if the moon drew her into its light as she absentmindedly removed the rest of her clothing. For just a few moments she was bathed in moonlight on Gideon’s porch. Then her back arched as her knees buckled, but before she fell to the wooden porch her form changed from that of a petite brunette woman to a grey wolf not much smaller than her human form had been.
Moira shook out her fur before she leapt off the porch. She turned to look back at the cabin, maybe hoping for a glimpse of those inside, but the lure of the night called to her. She tilted her head back to let out with a long howl just before she dashed off to run fast and far.