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Zeth MelGair · Journeyman Joined: 26 Feb 2007 Posts: 164

Zandria's mind wandered, as she lay on the moss beside the small pond. She wore her short leather skirt and her leather top that let her mid rift show. It was warmer down here and there was no snow. she lay with her bare feet dangling into the small pond and the sun shining down on her face warming her. She was getting tired of the cold and dark. It had been days since she had seen the sun light. Keeping her nose stuck in books and reading everything she could find in Zeths Lab. She still could not understand why the people of Stonegate were so willing to help her after what she had done.

The snap of a twig perked up her ears. All of her scences went on alert. Rolling over slowly onto her stomach she tried to find the source of the noise. Only twenty paces from her a small hind stepped out from behind a thicket, It too was alerted to something strange in the area.

Zandria lay on her stomach watching the hind. It seemed as if the whole world had stop all but the hind and her. She thought for a moment she could hear its heart beating. Then its scent hit her nose. Her green eyes locked in on the hinds neck she could see the blood pumping through the artires in its neck. She could smell it even from this distance.

Something in Zandria snapped, she now had a hunger that she had to fufill. She dug her toes into the soft ground and raised herself slowly onto her arms. Zandria felt wierd she could not exsplain it but she felt stronger. Her vision seemed more crisp and everything clear. The grass smelled stronger as new shoots struggled to break the surface. She could hear the pounding of the hinds heart beat. She could smell it as well. She Could taste it, she could feel the drool running down her chin. With power that she did not know she possesed she lunged forward and closed the distants. The startled hind tried to make its escape, but she was on him before he could get turned to run. Her clawed hands digging into his shoulder and head. Zandria closed her mouth around the hinds neck she felt the blood spray as fangs puncutred arteries and veins. She wrestled with the kicking hind and drug him back towards where she had been laying. Shaking her head from side to side with the hind still held firmly in her mouth she heard his neck snap. The hind stopped struggling, but yet she still held on. The taste of its blood in her mouth was wonderful. The smell of the blood made her own boil and made her breath harder and faster with excitment.

Zandria's mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. What am I doing. It taste so good. why did I not use my weapon. I just killed this with my hands and mouth. That is when she caught a glimps of her reflection in the pools cystal clear water.

Zandria sat on her haunches staring at her reflection. what was staring back was amazing to her. She reached up with her hand to feel her face, but it was like she was noticing for the first time that her hand was now covered in short black fur and her fingers which had shrunk in length were tipped not with nails but two inch long claws. She turned them over to look at the palms. Which now were padded. She looked down at the rest of her body. She still wore the same clothing but only her midrift was bare now her sides were coverd in that same short black fur. her thighs and calves were also covered. A bushy black tails struck her on the side of her thigh and she jumped. before she reliezed that it belonged to her. Leaning down to stare into the reflection, Zandria saw that her face had elongated. She now had a short muzzle like a wolfs. She openned her mouth and she could see that her knine teeth were also much longer on top and bottom, Her face was also covered in that same short black fur. She cut her eye as she turned her head, Her ears where long and pointy and her long black hair was now short and bushy like a mane.

Zandria openned her mouth to scream but all that came out was a long and ear peircing howl. Zandria turned she needed answers and she hoped she knew where to find them. She headed for stonegate as fast as she could running on all fours.
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Harlequin · Journeyman Joined: 07 Feb 2010 Posts: 140

Steady. A dark-haired girl in a painted white mask leaned out slowly from behind a tree trunk and leveled her bow. She had her shot. The silver arrow notched, her body as tight as the bowstring she held against her cheek. The creature before her startled, seeming confused. Quinn checked to make sure she was still downwind. The wolf turned a quick circle in panic, then gave a long, piercing howl .

Odd, Harlequin mused. Very odd. The wolf-girl turned tail and sprinted off in the direction of Stonegate. Quinn lowered her bow and released the tension on the bowstring. She watched the lycan disappear into the woods as she leaned against a tree trunk twirling the silver arrow in one hand. Stonegate. Maybe I should just watch this one for now…
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Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
~Paul Laurence Dunbar

Zeth MelGair · Journeyman Joined: 26 Feb 2007 Posts: 164

Zandria had read everything she could find in the Cave on Lycan's. She sat staring at the pages of the last book, her finge had once again found its way into her mouth and she was sucking on it again. The blood of the hind long gone. but she still craved its taste. Her talk with Feyln had proved helpful but she still had questions she needed to find Merci or the Wolf King. But that would have to wait. Zandria move over to a mirror that was still intact and stared at herself. Feyln had said that some could change at will. She closed her eyes and Tried with all her power to think of just how she looked in her reflection on the pond. She openned her eyes to look in the mirrior but still the human stared back at her. For hours she tried to make herself change, but to no avail.

Zandria was hungry, it was a hunger like she had never felt before. The fingers of her right hand were shriveld and looked like prunes as she had kept putting them in her mouth. Zandria looked around the cave, There was nothing there to eat. So she pulled on her cloak and started down the narrow path she would head into Luna to find food. Just as she came to the end of the snowy path that lead down out of the valley a rabbit darted out from its hiding place and across her path.

Zandria didnt feel the change happen but the next thing she knew she was busting through bushes in chase of the rabbit. running on all fours her eyes glued to the rabbit as it zigged and zagged in front of her. The rabbit lost its footing making a sharpe turn and it was all the mistake Zandria had been waiting for. Her teeth sank into the rabbits back, with a crunch. She slowed down and stopped looking around. The rabbit still firmly grasp between her teeth. Zandria looked down at her body. Once again it was covered with short black fur. She smiled slightly, the blood from the rabbit, ran down her lips and down her chin. Zandria grabbed the rabbit with her shortened front paws and began to rip it apart with her teeth. The raw meat seemed to be what she was craving. The rabbit wasnt enough though when nothing remained but bones and some fur. Zandria sat thinking about where her next meal would come from. She worked her way closer to Luna searching for food. Three rabbits and one albino squirrel later, Zandria made her way back to the cave. Her stomach full and her hunger gone for now. She focused on brushing that bushy tail of hers before she changed back.
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