I know I can be very loud and very talkative, but that is when I am quite content and comfortable. Right now I am anxious, cautious, and extremely petrified. I am much quiet when I am this way. I allow myself time to think and observe and cope with whatever it was that was troubling me so much. I am not comfortable being around Frost, perhaps it is because he is just as stoic and silent as ever before, he is not friendly or really big on conversation. I don't even think he would appreciate it if I just started spitting out question after question. My Uncle could only answer so much for me and I didn't have the heart to bring up the conversation again with him. I wasn't the only one that needed time to cope with my new...condition. I am sure he has been taking it as hard, if not harder than me, after all I am his last relative â€" there is not one else. He is meant to kill me now...my kind...a shame really. Quietly I follow Frost not really sure where he is going to take me. I doubt there is like a class that teaches new Weres how to be Weres. In fact I'm quite shocked he is wanting to be here in the first place. My Uncle had doubts that he would show up, assured that he would not come if not because he hated my Uncle, but because he was not a responsible creature. He is I think, I mean he is the one taking me somewhere for my first night at transformation. No one has really comforted me. No one has provided me solace. Just like when my parents died no one really held concern about me or felt it was necessary that I be provided support. No, they were all concerned about the money. Although I wonder if Frost has another motive? If not money...and not me...then what? Why would he help me?


When we reach the barn I lift one eye brow in confusion as he opens the door and beckons me. When I first met him he didn't like how that human came to try to take him to the barn, so why in the world would he bring me here, I mean he was the one that didn't want to be treated like an animal, right? As we walk through the barn I can instantly recognize the scent around me as horse and I turn my head and give a weak smile to the old horse that watched us from his stall. I stand still for a moment as my dull eyes roam over the saddles, the bridles, the riding blankets, the bits, the stirrups and all of a sudden I can feel myself shudder and shake from the detest. These objects are things I never cared for. Yet now...now they make me feel completely uncomfortable. I cannot describe it, but I quickly side step away from the nearest stall, now realizing how very uneasy I felt with small and cramped spaces. As he moves to stand by the barrel of hay I simply just stand in the middle of the hallway feeling a sharp pain suddenly grow in the back up my brain. Wincing I shake my head clutching the back of my head for a moment puzzled as to why I would feel such a thing. His mention of my clothes causes me to stare at him for a moment as I wonder if he truly cared about my clothes or if he was going to act like any other male. I am appreciative that he stands far away from me, because I don't really want him near me...at all. With a sigh I move away from him and place my backpack on a barrel as I unzip it open where I've stashed a few assortment of clothes. Using the shadows from the dim lighting to my advantage I silently undress myself and place my clothes into the already almost full backpack keeping my back from him.


I've never undressed in front of another before. I do not like how the air is cold against me and I miss the warmth and protection I felt with my clothes on. Amazing how much one can miss the safety of light fabric. I feel vulnerable as I stand here within the shadows. I take a sneak peek at Frost as I notice him looking out one of the high windows and he sees the bright full moon. I can feel myself shiver, but it isn't from the cold I feel anymore. Instead I can feel my heart rate slowly start to increase. I can hear Frost to talk and I close my eyes as I begin to feel the throbbing from the back of my head slowly begin to increase. I am quite shocked that Frost would admit that he was responsible for my...condition. He was the one that took away my humanity and caused my Uncle and myself much pain. He is the one I should blame for causing my Uncle to not only detest me, but slowly grow into a family member that I just cannot trust anymore. I should be angry, I should be pissed off, and yet right now I am just....here. His voice turns into nothing but white noise as I feel my head begin to get light and my body sway slightly. The sudden admission of the truth and my body going through its first change is enough to make me overwhelmed that I truly think I cannot even handle this. I'm not sure how I am supposed to respond, but I think I should respond with a fact, my voice soft and held with a monotone voice.


"Don't tell my Uncle you bit me...he'll want you dead on the spot."


I can feel that throbbing pain begin to travel down my spine as it slowly starts to blood over, and with a soft cry I shake my head, as I lean myself forward, my hands grabbing the top of the barrel. I don't want to scream too loudly, but I doubt very seriously I can follow what he wants. Why I would want to follow him I do not know, but it is odd that I actually want to. I shake my head as I grip the top of the barrel as I feel that sharp spasm of pain into my side. My heart is racing far too fast and I am not sure what kind of sweat it is, hot or cold, but I can feel it stream from my forehead. As I begin to shake I am sure my knees will buckle soon. I gasp for breath now finding it hard to breathe for a moment as I try to respond to him, my voice shaky, held with panic, and yet I stumble and gasp from the pain unsure with how he is going to help me in the first place.


"I feel...not good. I can feel my heart...it is...beating too fast, and-and my bones....they are...wiggling..."


I take a step back away from the barrel as I feel my body seeming to have a mind of its own. As I walk towards the hallway where the dim lights are my pale flesh are aglow, and it is obvious to see that my skin is actually starting to shake. I fall on my knees as I curl into a ball clenching my teeth as I close my eyes as the agonizing pain only increases. I do not think I am going to make the switch over to the horse. I've heard that not all survive the change and I do have a question for him, a question I feel he has the right to answer before I go out. Shakily I speak to him as I lift my head in his direction my blue eyes meeting that one cold violet orb.

"Frost, why did you kiss my....."


I cannot finish my question. The pain is far too agonizing and I think I have truly blacked out from it. My limbs and chest are on fire as I begin to shift from human and to a horse. I do not see my hands shift to hooves nor do I see the tail sprout behind me. I do, however, feel the numbness from the hot fire increase as I continue to shift. The shift is slow as my pale skin is covered with ebony fur. I try not to scream I try to clamp my mouth shut, but I can't, I hope Frost can forgive me. I let out a heartbreaking scream as I feel my bones slowly break and come together to force my frame to turn into such a massive creature. I am unaware that I am quite an exceptional looking creature. My fur is black as black as night a complete stark opposite from the stallion that bit me. My face is long and chiseled quite handsomely with a bright patch of silver diamond shaped mark along the middle of my forehead. There if one could see such a thing through my thick silvery crimped hair. My legs are quite long, but I do not see this. My eyes are still closed. I can actually feel my body still shaking from the aftermath. I find comfort in laying my head down on the ground, but oddly enough I do find myself in an uncomfortable position lying on the floor. My eyes open slowly as I regain my vision seeing Frost and I lift my head and move my arms, well, legs, I stop moving as I stare at my hoof where my hand should be as it is connected to a horses leg...my leg....and for the moment I just stare...wondering just if this painful experience was complete.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable