The thing Remus hated about the moon, the thing that sent his practical mind into a great turmoil – greater turmoil - wasn't the fear he carried around with him, or the reminder the moon served of the constant howling, greed, and anger that snarled beneath his skin, or the monthly transformations themselves, or even the scars and the pain and the shame that came with them – no, the horrible thing about moonlight was that despite all the fear and the pain and the prejudice and the loneliness that it forced on him every bloody month, the moon was still the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on, and he couldn't help but think that – just once more – he'd like to see a full moon with the clarity and appreciation of a human.
That was me, trying one of those long sentence thingamabobs. Turned out okay, I think. This was written for the Battleship Challenge, prompt: "The moonlight shows us for what we truly are" and Lítost in the Interesting Words Challenge.