Post by dahlia jade greyback on Dec 22, 2020 0:20:55 GMT -7
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Three months and there hadn’t been a change in the behavior of her classmates. Her personal loss was completely overshadowed by the fact that she was now receiving special treatment by the school as a werewolf. The hushed whispers that followed behind her as aggressively as the incoming winter winds were hard to ignore.
It added up, you see. She had managed to hold it all in during the summer, when she was poked and prodded relentlessly at the hospital as blood was drawn and tests were ran. According to the doctors, she was a full blown werewolf. That meant nothing at the time. She had barely learned about them in school over the last few years, having never really delved further into the species. But now she was one.
The first turn was full of unimaginable pain. Losing her mother, despite their irreconcilable differences when she was alive, didn’t even compare to the ripping of muscle and agonizing sear of her body turning into something unnatural in form. The same doctors that had diagnosed her with her new affliction also said that the Wolfsbane potion she had been taking for the week leading up to the transformation would prevent this sort of feeling, but it didn’t seem like it was doing anything. Everything was according to them, after all. None of them knew what it felt like to have their bones snap and rebuild into a monstrous figure. They only assumed the potion would work. If this was how it was going to be every month, wouldn’t it be better to be dead?
According to the doctors, that happened the first turn, regardless of the potion. They only give it out to get the werewolf accustomed to having to take it. Supposedly it would ease the pain during the transition period, and then make her sleepy during the full moon. The following few months were better, albeit still painful.
But none of it compared to the talking. She’d take transforming any day of the week over all of that. That was another thing the doctors didn’t understand. They only knew their medicine, and she questioned even that. They had no clue how she was supposed to handle school again, only that there was a plan and a place for her to go for the moon. To keep her from doing damage. See, they didn’t understand that she wasn’t the truly dangerous one. Maybe as the wolf, sure. But not at Dahlia. The real danger at Beauxbatons was all the talking, and she was starting to get tired of it. She was still the same person, despite everything that had happened, and yet they treated her like a freak. They were lucky she got locked up during the full moon. Because she already knew that she could only restrain herself for so long.
Right now, it was only to prove all of them wrong.
It added up, you see. She had managed to hold it all in during the summer, when she was poked and prodded relentlessly at the hospital as blood was drawn and tests were ran. According to the doctors, she was a full blown werewolf. That meant nothing at the time. She had barely learned about them in school over the last few years, having never really delved further into the species. But now she was one.
The first turn was full of unimaginable pain. Losing her mother, despite their irreconcilable differences when she was alive, didn’t even compare to the ripping of muscle and agonizing sear of her body turning into something unnatural in form. The same doctors that had diagnosed her with her new affliction also said that the Wolfsbane potion she had been taking for the week leading up to the transformation would prevent this sort of feeling, but it didn’t seem like it was doing anything. Everything was according to them, after all. None of them knew what it felt like to have their bones snap and rebuild into a monstrous figure. They only assumed the potion would work. If this was how it was going to be every month, wouldn’t it be better to be dead?
According to the doctors, that happened the first turn, regardless of the potion. They only give it out to get the werewolf accustomed to having to take it. Supposedly it would ease the pain during the transition period, and then make her sleepy during the full moon. The following few months were better, albeit still painful.
But none of it compared to the talking. She’d take transforming any day of the week over all of that. That was another thing the doctors didn’t understand. They only knew their medicine, and she questioned even that. They had no clue how she was supposed to handle school again, only that there was a plan and a place for her to go for the moon. To keep her from doing damage. See, they didn’t understand that she wasn’t the truly dangerous one. Maybe as the wolf, sure. But not at Dahlia. The real danger at Beauxbatons was all the talking, and she was starting to get tired of it. She was still the same person, despite everything that had happened, and yet they treated her like a freak. They were lucky she got locked up during the full moon. Because she already knew that she could only restrain herself for so long.
Right now, it was only to prove all of them wrong.
dahlia jade greyback ● 484 ● The Road Crusader by Jeremiah Kane
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
