This river is famously known for its fish!
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Posted on June 19, 2013 at 06:51:38 PM by Eden/ Zero
Eden fearfully looked at the sky, cringing at the silvery light that bathed his blue-patched body. His golden eyes blinked rapidly, and he was shaking profusely. A full moon tonight…his worst nightmare.
The day had started out so well. The sun had shone in a clear blue sky and its warmth was countered by a pleasant breeze that cooled his dusty back as he trotted around the river, pausing only a few times to take a drink from its glassy surface. He had fallen asleep for longer than he had intended in the shade of a leafy tree and by the time he had woken up night was approaching fast ,bringing the silver ball of pain with it. Judging by the position of the moon, he had but a few minutes until his transformation into a were-beast would occur.
“Don’t panic! It’s ok!” Two tried in vain to soothe Eden’s worrying, but to no avail. Three stayed silent, sure that there were no words of comfort he could have dredged up to make this any easier. The pain would not dull as long as the moon was still up, and despite his and Two’s efforts, the adrenaline rush would always give Absolute Zero the boost he needed to take control in Eden’s most powerful form. It was all the other personalities could do to make sure that their host’s voice was not destroyed in the devastation that was going on in the one head they shared.
A sickening crack sounded from Eden’s back, as the bones snapped and popped while they reformed themselves. His muzzle ballooned outward, and new sharper fangs split his gums.
“Nuh…no!” He managed to gasp out, before he was only able to howl in pure animalistic rage and pain. His claws grew and sharpened, and his back gave another louder crack as he stood slightly crouched on his hind legs. A sound, not unlike the shattering of chains could be heard coming almost from his head, and his eyes shone a reddish black before his pupils narrowed into slits. Zero was out.
The seven-foot were paused for a moment amidst the snaps and pops that accompanied it, and gingerly held out a paw to study. Head tilted, it spotted a thin tree and uneasily made its way over to it then, with a swipe carrying the force of a small truck, managed to knock it over. It gave a sort of odd growl, and looked around to see if it could find anything to eat…something warm blooded.
((Open post, should anyone feel like coming face-to-face with a werewolf!
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