Post by rhys alexander greyback on Sept 21, 2020 2:29:32 GMT -7
I can't stop what I'm hearing within
The face inside is right beneath my skin
The sun goes down
I feel the light betray me
Rhys groaned rather audibly as he dared to breath among the immense pain within his being. He blinked as he found he couldn't quite take a deep breath without there being a sharp pain in his side and he made a mental note of all his limbs and appendages. It had certainly been some time since he'd fully transformed, the majority of the time he took the Wolfsbane Potion as was expected of him for his safety and for others, but his experience all these years as a Curse Breaker and just research in general had allowed him to put enough protections in a room in his flat for such situations. He hadn't intended not to take the potion this time, and he mentally kicked himself for being so careless. Everything hurt. He had forgotten the immense physical toll that transforming took on a human body and it seemed that only the saving grace of his magical blood even prevented himself from being ripped apart from the transformation. Merlin, how he hated this. This curse on his existence, As if the monthly transformation was some penance he had to pay for sins that were not his own.
Slowly, he sat up and observed the scene before him. His clothes were ripped to shreds, he was cut up from destroying the various furniture he'd had in this room and his head hurt. Blinking faster now he tried to get through the bleariness of the morning, it couldn't have been past 7 in the morning. The pain in his side had settled some, so he used the opportunity to get to his feet and find his wand. Rhys opened the door he'd charm to lock during the duration of the full moon and he walked into the living room where his wand sat undisturbed on the coffee table. Picking it up he dragged himself to his bathroom where he stared into the mirror, the bleariness in his eyes was starting to clear and he could see the mess he'd made of himself. Scratches lined his arms and his chest, blood dripped slowly from the side of his ribcage where a small gash was discovered.
After inspecting himself and seeing the damage wasn't anything he couldn't take care of he muttered some healing charms to fix himself up, but it wouldn't fix the exhaustion he felt as he dragged himself into the shower. Rhys placed his hands against the shower wall, his head underneath the falling water as he felt the hot water flow over him. Closing his eyes all he could see was himself, a monster, as if a being possessed with no more than simple bloodlust. Clenching his jaw he remembered feeling when the moon had risen and and appeared and how his heart rate elevated quickly and a burning pain inside threatening to burst out. Transformations were never easy, it didn't matter how many years went by and full moons one went through. This is why the wolfsbane potion had been so important and by some stroke of luck he'd found a sibling who not only understood this mental and physical torture but could brew the potion in her sleep.
Next month. Even at age 25 sometimes his bones felt beyond his years and really that was expected as certain magical injuries couldn't just be fixed. Rhys turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry himself off, he'd fix up that room once he'd had some rest. At the moment his body hurt and he was hungry but also slightly nauseated. Grabbing his wand he made his way to his bedroom where without even changing, collapsed on the bed. The day or two after the full moon was never filled with any obligations Wolfsbane or not. The potion helped with the dangerous part of the transformation but the next stay still felt like a bad hangover but it was worth not having the risk of injury or something worse.
He'd sleep this off and then go pay his sister a visit to restock on potions for the next times. Merlin he hated this.
