I woke in a sweat. Pouring from my pours. I quickly run out the back door. I had prolonged it to long. Although I did not blame myself, I knew everyone in the house would be understanding. Fealing the cold ichiness of the wet dewed grass of the early moning under my feet hurried me along fatser. I reached the line of the woods and stood there a minute taking it all in. Would they all undersatnd? No one else in the world was like me. As far as I knew I was alone. I snap back to reality and tip toe bare foot in to the woods. Searching for a small thicket to change. Finding only a tight crawl space between two tall pine trees. I slowly eased myself between them and knelt on all fours. I lowed my head between my shoulder blades and concintrated hard. A pain full blinding surge of pain rose up my spine, all down my limbs and rested on my brain. A few more minutes of blinde pain and streching of my skin and it was all over. I streched the new cotours on my limbs and lay on my side resting. I slowly stood as if I might just be lieing to my self. I started at a trot and broke out as fast as I could till my lungs hurt from the pain early moring breaths.
Yes, I was a werewolf. I had been for as long as I could remember. I lived with my sister. I had grown up close to my sister. She was the only person to relize me. My name was Leah O'Brian. I was only 27 with a masters in Anthroplogy. I dont remeber anything form the age ten down. After I had watched my younger sister get murdered, the night I was bitten.
I swung back into reality just as I saw a flash of something to my left. I swung around to meet my 'friend'. The only thing I was used to meeting in this stage was a stray dog or a deer. I switched my senses to my nose. I didnt smeel anything only the sweep musk of dew and the rabbits nest snug underground. My 'freind' was down windso no doubt did they smell me. Being as curious as I was I darted in that direction ready for anyhting. Just as I heard the assalint run up behind me and knock me out. The last thing I remeber was a seeing an overly large wolf, and a man with a club and a needle.
| man... sorry, kacey, i love the detail you go into with the transformation and runnin and all, but honestly, werewolves are losing their touch. thanks to the growing popularity of Wolf's Rain, anythin with wolf is losing intrest, yet gaining popularity. does that make sense? i dunno, i think that you could probably take you descriptive ability and focus on another legend no one really focuses on. like the phoenix or somethin. no offense, deary. i love werewolves and pretty much anythin related to any canine, it's just that it's dying. then again, you could be the one to revive it full swing. who knows? keep going, lets see what happens, shall we?||| Posted on 2004-11-28 00:00:00 | by hybridmagnolia | [ Reply to This ] || Are you going to finish this book? I would love to read it. Looks like the potiential for a good read. I could not stop once I started. You pulled my intrigue. Now I am left unfinished.(Sniffle, sniffle) If you ever decide to write a small story, drop me a line so I can feed on the feast you prepare. Thanks for the read.|
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|| Posted on 2005-03-07 00:00:00 | by smalltown | [ Reply to This ] || Interesting piece... im not really interested in these kinds of stories but i found most of it to be very descriptive.. i think you could work on your format a little and change the "yes, i was a werewolf".. there are a fair few spelling mistakes too.. word can help you with that one :).. i would like to read the final piece.. maybe write a few more drafts :)||| Posted on 2004-11-01 00:00:00 | by stormyskies | [ Reply to This ] |