Post by sarah jane oliveira on Dec 23, 2020 19:35:37 GMT -7
2019
On the Run
On the Run
It didn’t matter that she had grown up accustomed to transforming alongside other werewolves, nor did it matter that Sarah had felt absolutely horrid for the previous few days. She had spent the better part of the past year trying to find Fenrir Greyback and his pack, and to be awaiting her first full moon with them was nothing short of a badge of honor for her. Her “uncle” had welcomed her in as one of his own when wizarding society had wanted nothing to do with her—and all because she had stood up for herself in class. If that had been what Hogwarts had wanted to teach its students, that they were better off acting like sheep, then she was more than happy to be a wolf.
Waiting impatiently as the sun set, Sarah had never felt more ready for a transformation in her life. Never again would she have to stomach the taste of Wolfsbane Potion. There was no one forcing her to make her condition palatable for everyone else. Instead, she was encouraged to let the beast inside of her take over like never before. She could practically feel it clawing at her skin, and she’d chosen her outfit with enough care to ensure that it wasn’t anything she’d mind getting destroyed in its entirety.
There was cloud cover from her vantage point that night, but it wasn’t enough to keep her from seeing the full moon above her, its light shining down upon the earth below it like a spotlight. Sarah took that as her cue and readily gave in. She knew what would happen to her, and she embraced it as her body gradually changed its form. There was pain, but knowing that there would be release afterwards was even better. Beyond the fabric of her shirt, there was fur, and her heart beat faster and faster until she was fully canine.
Her humanity was gone, in every sense, and it certainly didn’t matter with other members of the pack around. She sniffed the ground, and it smelled to her like prey. There had been something nearby, and she hadn’t been the only one to make note of it. Hungrily, she joined up with the others for her first true hunt.
Waiting impatiently as the sun set, Sarah had never felt more ready for a transformation in her life. Never again would she have to stomach the taste of Wolfsbane Potion. There was no one forcing her to make her condition palatable for everyone else. Instead, she was encouraged to let the beast inside of her take over like never before. She could practically feel it clawing at her skin, and she’d chosen her outfit with enough care to ensure that it wasn’t anything she’d mind getting destroyed in its entirety.
There was cloud cover from her vantage point that night, but it wasn’t enough to keep her from seeing the full moon above her, its light shining down upon the earth below it like a spotlight. Sarah took that as her cue and readily gave in. She knew what would happen to her, and she embraced it as her body gradually changed its form. There was pain, but knowing that there would be release afterwards was even better. Beyond the fabric of her shirt, there was fur, and her heart beat faster and faster until she was fully canine.
Her humanity was gone, in every sense, and it certainly didn’t matter with other members of the pack around. She sniffed the ground, and it smelled to her like prey. There had been something nearby, and she hadn’t been the only one to make note of it. Hungrily, she joined up with the others for her first true hunt.
