[open/transformation] Look, Don't Touch.

[SEVRUM SNOW]

Sevrum had all but counted the nights until the full moon this time. Normally, they had a habit of sneaking up on him as the weeks bled together like melting candles side-by-side, but the werewolf had made a particular effort to keep track of the days this time. For the last few moons, he had taken to hunting his food in advance, preserving it with magic and keeping it in his tent to eat when he changed. His had taken his wolfsbane potion almost relgiously for the entire week leading up the the moon, and he was confident that this night would not be one that was out of his control. If he was going to live another night as this beast, it was going to be by his terms once more.

The moon was nearly full as the clouds parted in the starry sky. The chirping of birds and twitching of bugs was undertaking a gradual diminuendo as the entire forest seemed to settle in preparation for what was to come. Sevrum wan't stupid enough to think that he was the only wolf changing in the forest tonight, but it was big enough for them to all change and not run into each other at all. Normally, Sevrum would have thought that he should protect the area with charms and shields before turning, but that wouldn't be much good to him, as he wouldn't be able to take them down if he needed to while in his beast form. He just had to step outside, change, and go back in for meat and blood.

Sevrum could feel the moon tugging on the beast within him. His body was already feeling warm, and his blood felt as if it would begin to boil at any moment. Realizing that his time was running short, Sevrum quickly popped the cap off another vial of wolfsbane potion and downed the harsh-tasting liquid with practiced ease. Then, he stripped off all of his clothes, not wanting to ruin any more than he already head. After stripping down naked, he folded up his clothes, and put them on a table next to his mask, his sword, and his wand.

His blood began to feel warmer, and his jaw began to ache-- Sevrum knew those feelings well by now. He stepped outside his enchanted tent, braving the chill on his skin very briefly, knowing that it would be only moments before his entire body felt as if it were boiling.


Then it began.



His stomach sank so quick that he nearly hurled, but he couldn't-- his mouth was violently screaming as his legs snapped from underneath him. He collapsed into the ground, groveling in sticks and leaves as he screamed and cried like a child. His shoulders were next, thrusting themselves back suddenly and forcing a tear to crawl out from his eyes. His entire form was dyed grey as the beginnings of a fur coat sprouted form his skin. His nose shot forward, and his jaw elongated to match it, tiny daggers of teeth popping out from his gums. Blood filled his mouth, bubbling and splashing out as he screamed bloody murder. His hands and feet stretched so painfully that, for a moment, he felt nothing, but then he was overwhelmed with pain once more. His nails thickened and sharpened, forming claws, his back snapped into an arch, and his ears became longer and pointed as his intestines jumped around into their new homes.



The fur grew longer, his eyes slammed themselves shut and opened as a bright, sinister yellow. His next scream of pain was not a scream at all, but a howl of hunger, and it was done. The last bit of blood dripped off Sevrum's fangs as he wiped his paws on the ground to test his movement. Sevrum made a magnificent grey wolf, although the scars on his chest and eye were still there-- scars made by a werewolf never went away. Still, your average wizard wouldn't be able to tell him from a real wolf. Werewolves were only differentiated by real wolves by their short snouts, and not many people examined snout size when they were being attacked by a set of fangs; they didn't much care what it was that was attacking them, just that they lived through it.



Sevrum knew that he should go back inside and get something to eat, but he just wanted to stand out there a little longer and let the wind carry through his fur. After all, he was a man on the run, and it was very rare that he was able to feel so powerful and free. He closed his yellow eyes for a moment, feeling the crisp winter air on his snout. The full moons were a truly mystical event.

[ARIANA MORGAN]

If Ariana had known that there was a werewolf in the woods she would never have gone out into them that night to hunt. Normally she loved hunting on a full moon, it was silent, and the night held a graceful ere to it that made it feel fresh and unique. It was only early in the night, but she would normally be out for at least half the night. Making her way down to the forest, her hooded cloak was hiding her face with the darkness lapping around her for protection against any prying eyes from the castle. She kept to the edge of the tree line until she reached her favored entrance. Making sure she had her wand in her boot and safely secured so there was no chance of it falling out, she walked slowly, but swiftly into the black hole of trees.

Ariana sensed and smelt the blood of a deer not far off, but too far for her to catch in the next few minutes. Instead, she decided to walk to other direction,her legs slowly turning into a jog. She stopped at the sound of a rustle in the bushes behind her. There was no fear in her, but it was the desperation and hunger for blood that she so wanted to hide which was rattling around in her body. In some ways she was ashamed of what she was, but at other times, she rolled in the delight of being a vampire. Unlike full blooded vampires, being only half meant she didn't have to feed on as much blood, but she still had to. And at times like these where she had had just one pint in the past week, she seemed pretty desperate.

Slowly, after a couple of seconds holding her breath, Ariana let it out surely. She didn't smell anything odd, and didn't seem anything when she looked at the bushes behind her back. Therefore, she turned her thoughts back onto the hunt ahead of her. Ariana turned back around to face the way she was going but panic hit her full in the face as she saw the creature that was just beside the tree a couple of meters in front of her. Werewolves. A vampire's worst nightmare, especially on a full moon. Backing up slowly, she didn't want to make the creature angry, but most likely if the werewolf had sensed a vampire, the vampire would be in big trouble.