Post by Willow on Nov 21, 2008 17:28:27 GMT -5
Fenrir began to shift, falling on all fours in his wolf shape, his eyes bright with excitement. Willow forced herself to remain still, and after a beat of studying her, the wolf sprang forward, his fangs flashing. She screamed as teeth sank into her thigh, blood running down the leg of her jeans. The lycanthrope clamped down on her thigh until he hit bone, held her there for was seemed hours, and then released her, stepping back. Willow dropped on one knee, bracing herself with an arm, the newly infected leg twisted at an odd angle. She clutched at the wound, her own blood hot against her palm as she held the ragged flesh together. The lycanthrope virus was spreading through her like a burning fire, searing her veins.
She knew it would be painful, but not like this. Her skin suddenly felt tight, a size to small, and for a full second, the pain vanished completely. Willow raised her head to look at Fenrir. The hulking wolf watched her steadily with gleaming eyes, and a moment later, the pain swept through her in pulsing waves. Her blood pounded in her head, and she shuddered as her bones began to shift, snapping out of place, changing positition, shrinking and stretching. Her muscles throbbed in protest but then they gave out too, pulling at each other, and fur rippled to the surface, feeling like a million needles breaking through the skin.
Willow couldn't even scream anymore, the shifting was too intense, too painful to do anything but let it take over. Her spine lengthened, her legs were the wrong way, and when she jerked her head to look at them, they were jointed wrong too. The gryffindor dropped on all fours, panting through a long snout, her new claws digging into the earth, and a last wave of pain drove her to the ground. Gradually, the final changes took place, and as Willow lay in the leaves, the pain faded.
She opened her eyes, not remembering even closing them, and shakily attempted to rise to her feet. The leaves rustling beneath her sounded impossibly loud, and she winced, almost falling over again. Everything was more detailed, clearer, and a hundred scents at once made her twitch with excitement. Moss, mold, blood, and...
Another wolf.
Suddenly Willow remembered Fenrir, and she swung her head around to look at him. He was even bigger than he'd looked when she was human, and Willow felt like groveling. Her black tipped ears flattened against her skull.
ooc- No problem.
She knew it would be painful, but not like this. Her skin suddenly felt tight, a size to small, and for a full second, the pain vanished completely. Willow raised her head to look at Fenrir. The hulking wolf watched her steadily with gleaming eyes, and a moment later, the pain swept through her in pulsing waves. Her blood pounded in her head, and she shuddered as her bones began to shift, snapping out of place, changing positition, shrinking and stretching. Her muscles throbbed in protest but then they gave out too, pulling at each other, and fur rippled to the surface, feeling like a million needles breaking through the skin.
Willow couldn't even scream anymore, the shifting was too intense, too painful to do anything but let it take over. Her spine lengthened, her legs were the wrong way, and when she jerked her head to look at them, they were jointed wrong too. The gryffindor dropped on all fours, panting through a long snout, her new claws digging into the earth, and a last wave of pain drove her to the ground. Gradually, the final changes took place, and as Willow lay in the leaves, the pain faded.
She opened her eyes, not remembering even closing them, and shakily attempted to rise to her feet. The leaves rustling beneath her sounded impossibly loud, and she winced, almost falling over again. Everything was more detailed, clearer, and a hundred scents at once made her twitch with excitement. Moss, mold, blood, and...
Another wolf.
Suddenly Willow remembered Fenrir, and she swung her head around to look at him. He was even bigger than he'd looked when she was human, and Willow felt like groveling. Her black tipped ears flattened against her skull.
ooc- No problem.