...howl[in] at THE m.o.o.n

[Ebony Arka]

e b o n y

The full moon, the one thing that pulls all werewolves down ,makes them feel ill leading up to it, and then, at the final end, it changes them. They become visciouse snapping beasts, loosing their minds and souls for the pursuit of simpler, base pleasures. Deaths destruction and the creation of more. Thank the gods for wolfsbane potion and the rarity of werewolves. If only the potions master had allready made some...

The moon was fast rising to it;s peak as Ebony rushed tiwards the shreiking shack, if she was lucky she could make it inside before the transformation and the pain began. THe itching was starting allready and she curled her fingers, she could all but feel the hairs forming on her back, she needed to get somewhere private and shed her clothes so as to complete the change soon. Before that desicion was made for her.

She as now half running desperatly trying to make it to the shreiking shack before it happened, it loked however like it was not going to happen. She had only just reached the perimeter fence and by the feeble light of the moon, now almost riding at its peak she could see fur on the backs of her hands. Feeling sick with dread at the first potion free mood for a long time she stripped off quickly stuffing her clothes under a bush.backing away her muscles crapmped and contorted violently and she collapsed the the ground wimpering in pain.

Lyingont eh gound stark naked Ebony shivered a little int eh cool night air, but hen the burning nd pain of the change took oer ans writhed on the floor, occassionally moaning or wimpering when the pain became too great. Withing 5 minutes the moon was fully out and a werewolf lay panting on the path. A pained, anygry, ravenous werewolf with a grudge against society.[/right][/font]

[Gwendolyn Xiang]

<sup>i cant escape this hell
so many times ive tried
but im still caged inside
somebody help me through this nightmare
i cant control myself

Her heartbeat pounded a haphazard tempo inside her chest. She fancied it was the monster inside her chest, beating against her trying to get out, trying to escape the cage of weak human emotions and moralities. Her bare feet pounded the same rhythm as her heart did, an uncontrollable strand of thumps as she fled, stumbling and tripping in her haste over the uneven ground. She passed the old gamekeepers' hut, passed the whomping willow, passed the school gates and was running along the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The normally soft spoken gentle girl was uttering vile curses and swearwords directed toward the fat gloating sphere above her head. Her canine teeth were elongated already and her jaw was aching miserably, her already long nails were stretching and curving. Finally she couldn't resist it any longer. Bright green eyes stared up at the moon and a strange wolfish grin spread across the face of the young girl as her emerald eyes slowly melted scarlet.

i cant escape my self
so many times ive lied
but theres still rage inside
somebody help me through this nightmare
i cant control myself

Grinding her teeth together to stifle her short barks of pain the young witch slowly sank to the ground, the dead leaves and pine needles cushioned her like a bed. Suddenly she was exhausted, a tiredness that came from the soul not the bone, tired of resisting, tired of secrecy. With a contented sigh the girl laid down on the ground and gave herself up completely to the transformation. As a wolf she was free, free from fear, morality, pity, sorrow, all those restrictions that kept her chained back when she was herself. It was resisting she realized that made it so painful, of course there was still pain, but it wasn't the usual agony she experienced. Her legs lengthened, her face changed, her back arched, a tail appeared and fur sprouted everywhere, long, luxurious, and black like her own. Gwendolyn Xiang, a thirteen year old girl with a family, a witch in Gryffindor had laid down in the woods just outside Hogsmeade.
A were-wolf stood up.

somebody help me through this nightmare
i cant control myself
somebody wake me from this nightmare
i cant escape this hell</sup>

[Ebony Arka]

e b o n y

Whilst some students only worries were for the upcoming yule ball or whether they had handed in their Transfiguration homework others worried about more. Some for example dreaded the fact they had no wolfsbane potion and that the full moon turned them into fully fledged monsters. It was a matter that put life in perspective; for some.

A quiet rustlingin the woods which bordered one side of the shreiking shack peppered the sensetive ears of the newly transformed werewolf, Ebony jerked around with her russet coat standing on end. Her hackles rose involuntarily and a low growl rose in the back of her throat. Its meaning was clear. Who are you? She started to creep forwards. Still growling quietly.

Up above the moon shon down brightly, almost mocking in it's presence at the fate of those held in its sway.

//no muse, pologies\\
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[Gwendolyn Xiang]

<sup><< no problem Howlie, i don't have much muse either.


The transformed Gwen took a few moments to check herself out, scratch her left ear, sniff experimentally, that sort of thing. A low questioning growl crept through the night and into the alert perked ears of the were-wolf. The wolf inhaled through her nose, the forest, near by humans, and a vaguely familiar canine scent rushed to her brain for categorization. Gwendolyn didn't recognize the scent of another were-wolf, but instincts did, and that deep inbred knowledge informed her of a closeby female were-wolf, a little older than her. That was the sound. All of this took place in a matter of seconds and without much concious thought from Gwen, just a rush of sounds, smells, and urges. She answered the growl with a soft bark of greeting, it wasn't positive or negative, only informing the other that she was there and meant not harm unless antagonized. The small were-wolf's ears pricked forward in a friendly, inquistive postion.



<< i've never written from a were-wolf's point of veiw but i figured it would be a bit like a wolf's so >< if its icky that's why.</sup>

[Ebony Arka]

e b o n y

A rustle a shiver inaudible to the human ear but amplified and tuned it is like a gun shot in a canine aud. It is all a matter of adjusting, so sudden bodily chanes arre apinful, not only to the system but to the mind set as well. This is the peril faced by werewolves and animagi. It is not always their choice.

A quiet neutral bark, over tensed newrves stretched towards it, another canine and yet not quite, could it be? Ebony padded quietly in the direction of the sound, she kept her fangs bared, just in case. No harm in being cautious. She came nearer and just ahead of her could see a darker coloured wolf, infact it was a much darker shade than her own russet coat.

She felt ever so slightly less alone in the world as she gave ehr own neutral bark, nostrils flared, letting her lip drop but still itching to run and to kill, somthing, anything. But first introductions must be made. She came forward into the others sightline, Another female? she seemed in pain. Clearly she was new to the change. She gave another quiet bark. Adknowledging fellowship between the two.[/font][/right]

[Gwendolyn Xiang]

<sup>A shiver of joy ran through the slim form of the black wolf. A packmate! Gwendolyn approached the other were-wolf cautiously but it was obvious she was excited, her tail was held straight out like an arrow and her ears were pricked forward in a friendly position, but were slightly lowered as she questioned her position in the pack.

The inherint traits of the wolf that Gwen gained after the transformation informed her that since the other wolf was older and larger she would have a higher status than the little black-furred wolf. A call rang out through the air, the sound of two friends going home from a late night at the Three Broomsticks, as they went into their respective houses they bid each other goodnight in loud slightly surred voices.

This didn't register immediately to Gwen, all she knew was that there were humans out, and that her duty was to attack them. Torn with indesiscion she continued to look at the russet colored wolf in front of her but a small whimper-bark escaped her lips.</sup>

[Ebony Arka]

e b o n y

Heirarchy is an important part of day to day life, however unadknowledged it may be among humans it is till there. Among our ranks our company positions our ages. Teachers and pupils, Bosses and employee's, even the phrase, respect your elders. It's just more obvious in animals, with pack leaders and under dogs. But mostly it never gets violent.

Russet wolf recognised the others intentions and lowered her own guard a little, dipping her head to the other, smaller, black wolf. She saw the wolfs cravings and knew them well herself, how many times she had yearned to use her state for her own advantage, rip someone limp form limb or transform them by herself, but by know she had learned to control the baser instincts, chasing only rabbits or occassionally maybe a deer.

She dipped her head ad lowered her tail, whilst she could not enforce her own will she would not follow either. this wolf was clearly young to the cycle and must learn the ocnsequence of her own actions, for it is not until one had killed someone of somthing innocent that they feel the desire to control the impulses. To hold their own minds.

She swept her tail lighly across from one side to another, blowing through her nose she twisted her muzzle to the moon, impulsivel she tipped back her head and howlie loudly.
Awhooooooooooooooooooo A quiet scuffle broke ou t as small creatures scattered in the wake of the echoing sound.[/font][/right]

[Gwendolyn Xiang]

<sup>A wolfish grin spread across Gwen's lips, revealing her many sharp teeth, she had been accepted into the russet wolf's favors. Now, a deep sinister part of her said, It is time to hunt. The black wolf wholy agreed with this statement but was constrained by laws of courtesy set down by her ansestors long before. She would not leave unless the other wolf sanctioned it, or came with her.

The fat glowing orb in the sky rained down its influence, the night sky was clear of any clouds that might impead the moon's rays. With the stars and the moon, it was bright as daytime to Gwendolyn's sharp scarlet eyes. As her newfound friend lifted her head, the wiry black were-wolf mimicked her.

The wolf song echoed out through the night.</sup>

[Ebony Arka]

e b o n y

Wolf song, the most beautiful, mournful music of all, howling crys echoing up and out toward mountain and moon. Telling of a deeper pain, a deeper understanding. All that is the lupine burden. And in Ebonys song she allowed a deep and mournful tone to fill it. For she knew that the other young changling wanted to hunt, knew that she must make first blood to understand the terrible burden of the desire to kill. And thus it was that she howled.

Drunked voices reached her auds and her instincts itched to follow them, to lay open their hearts and to aste teh coppery red blood, but her mind was present enough to be revulsed by it, and pushed away so completely and utterly. And so it was an internal battle. One that the normal wolf did not have. They killed to eat. It was simple, brutal but effective. And so she wrestled inside with her body impassive so as not to display false signals to the black wolf. But it was clear there was no avoiding it. It would have to be done.

She wolf tilted her ehad back scenting the breeze in hope that there was another more suitable target, but if there was one then it was down wind. She could not scent or sight or hear another than the earlier voices. And so it was they that would be. Trying not to show her resignation she dipped her head to ebony wolf and tossed her snout in teh direction, feeling her lungs deepen as she took in great lungfuls of air, oxygenating her blood. Her nostrills flared and her heart raced as the adrenalin that she would need kicked in. The hunt was on.

Overhead the moon rode high bathing the land in it's light. A breeze rustled an owl hoooted softly from his perch. And two wolves prepared for a hunt to the death.[/right][/size][/font]