The moon. People tend to forget that deep down in the human psyche they continue to function as their ancient predecessors did when the moon went through its phases. Humans are sensitive creatures, the myth that the most violent crimes or crazy accidents have been attributed due to the full moon. In some cases this was proven true and in other cases it was proven false. No matter what though, whether you believed it or not- amazing and unbelievable things tend to happen under the light of the full moon. Animals were just as attached to the moon as the tides along the beach. The same could be said for Weres. When one was born into this lifestyle, their attachment to the moon was far more permanent than those that only walked in fragile human skin. Even as young pups and cubs, nothing felt better than being capable of learning how to shift underneath the full glow of the moonlight, to feel a different body, to test your limits in this new form, to become something you knew you were always born to be. It was perhaps a pity that all could not feel this wonderful taste of freedom. Perhaps a Were was not cursed to roam the Earth trapped in the body of an animal- they were blessed because instead of seeing the world through one pair of eyes...they could see far more than any other creature.



There was absolutely nothing that could be compared to this blissful sensation when one could shift into their form during a full moon. The taste of freedom was far much sweeter when one could actually feel the full moon embrace their superior form. During the day she had waited patiently within her home, the sun may have been up, but she could still feel the oncoming pull of the full moon. As soon as the sun began to set, she was already marching out the door heading for the abandoned outskirts. Sure she had gotten trap and injured by a foolish Dark Hunter, that disgustingly wanted to mate with its prey, but that wouldn't stop her from enjoying this coveted night. By the time she reached the familiar open ground before the massive trees began to thicken, her scarred form already began to bend over. That familiar feeling of bones breaking and shifting went numb as each sense began to awaken. As soon as her front grey paws reached the soggy ground, her ebony form tore through as she entered the safe covering of the woodlands. As she inhaled the sweet bitter air, blue-grey eyes widen as she picked up her pace. Running had always given her the capability to cope with the painful memories that continued to plague her mind. However, this particular running was nothing more than a chance to really bring herself in full force, allowing her the ability to only embrace the feral mind she had been told for so long was a curse.



Any fray of her humanity was barely hanging on at this point. The only thing that mattered at this point was just how far she could run. Long limbs carried her farther into the darkest part of the woods. The rolling fog completely ignored as her visibility range only decreased. Grey paws kicked up the loose dirt as she leapt over fallen trees, a low snarl rumbled in her chest as she picked up the speed lowering her head, feeling the ground shift upwards. As the trees began to disperse, the ground opening up wider, she had realized she was running up a steep hill. Raising her head and flattening her ears, she continued on upwards, her pace slowed a bit, but the goal was not abandoned. Her pace would slow down as she neared the top of the large hill, fluffy black and grey tail carried high as she paced along the top. Her scarred form moved easily along the top of the knoll as darkened slate eyes narrowed, scanning in both directions the woods she had just come out of and the other set of woods she had yet to explore. Cold nose tasted the cool winds, as barely a trace of ownership was detected in this area. Which only meant one thing- this area was free range, unclaimed and she had no need to worry about territories. One grey ear twitched when she heard the distant call of her particular species start their haunting melodic song and for a brief moment she had the urge to add her own note. Yet the sudden realization that she hadn't ever howled before gave her a cold rough kick of reality. Quietly she shifted her position, sitting on her haunches, grey trimmed ears twitched every now and then as she picked up on the distant calls, unable to respond. With the moon raised high in the sky, it etched silver trimmings along the trees and the rolling grass below, bathing her ebony form with a lighter silver glow along her grey-winged back and the Wiccan symbol on her left flank. Feeling her adrenaline start to decrease she inhaled deeply feeling her form relaxed, simply enjoying this peaceful view and the pleasant-sounding howls that entertained the starry sky. Yet- she was not the only one that would take pleasure on such an anticipated night there were other Weres in the woods coming to take part in this special occasion, and the broken wolf hardly remembered such a thing.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven