"Wow, a full moon again". I swear, there has been more in the last few days than in an awful Twilight Movie"
"Yeah, Twerp, why do you think I changed? Why I am the way I am? Tonight, Twer- I mean Timmy, Lets Ride.
What are you- Ahhh!
Yeah, I know this seems like the setup to some awful form of media, but it is not. For this a true story, told by many names of different powers, age, gender and whatnot over the last few years. As it's been said since the dawn of the tribe, the wolf is the predator, and the feminine predator wanted Him.
Anyway, our story begins with the ultimate stereotypical scenario: Timmy is blackmailed into doing some backbreaking chore by Vicky, his ruthless dictator masqueraded as a babysitter. It's like she had blinded everyone into looking the other way. Now she was just watching Timmy. The time was 10:00 at night…
Wait. Something was off. How could it be ten at night and she wasn't sleeping or lazily watching the Television?
That look too. She was just staring at him, so deeply it seemed that his very soul was at risk, like the song that speaks we all shall dine in hell tonight was to become true.
"Timmy", she whispered.
Timmy stopped, just looking at her, straight at those green eyes of hers. And then he saw it.
Before the writer gets into it, what we must comprehend is that there had been strange signs for a day or so. Sure, it was normal that Vicky would stare at him while he worked, or laugh menacingly, but like she was Today? This was, was-unheard of.
Now the full moon was like a signal to Vicky. She stared at the Moon, like a warrior does waiting for command from his superior. Timmy, for the betterment of his safety, made the decision to retreat to the living room. As he did, Vicky followed.
And dropped.
Being the compassionate human he was, Timmy rushed to her side, being pushed into the blue-orange wall behind him. Dusting his person off, he saw something that made him turn Casper ghost white.
Claws. All Fingers. Skin turning grey. The greenness of her pupils. This could only mean one direction.
Proceeding to do the only thing he could, for the young teenager was afraid of getting the body he possessed ripped to shreds, he ran.
Out of the house.
Faster and faster in speed and distance from her, he got slapped by the fence in his backyard. Wow, that stings, he thought.
Suddenly, wind threw his Phone at him. Or he thought it was wind. But it was Vicky, whose greyness was all over now. Obviously, she had come out of the house looking for him.
"Timmy, she growled. " Turn on The Animal".
"Are you-"
"NOW", the 19 year old yapped at him….
A few minutes later she was a Wolf. The claws, the ears, the long tail, she had it all.
Other than the words at the beginning of this piece, no words were spoken for the time being with the exception of screaming by Timmy, who held on to the Wolf-Woman with all his might.
Deeper and deeper into the forest she forged, not stooping until a clearing washed away of tree or debris of any sort came into view. With one last leap, she let her rider off with a shake of the skin.
To say that Timmy was disturbed by the proceeding events was an understatement. He just stared by her, transfixed by, well…
Her Beauty.
It was only now that he saw her true beauty for what it was. He realized that like every other thing on earth, she was nary nor never going to be perfect. It was time to forgive her, and he did.
Peace continued to fill both of them, as they stared at each other, visiting each other's souls. After things being like that for a time, Timmy said the words he had been thinking for awhile
I forgive you Vicky.
That was all Vicky needed to hear.
An embrace proceeded to follow, as sweet as a mothers touch, and as joyful as the night proceeded to be.