I DO NOT OWN LOTR
I ONLY OWN NATALIA AND ANY OTHER OC'S
THIS STORY WAS INSPIRED BY superkiran's 'Other Side of Me'
Prologue
I felt the usual pain run through my veins, replacing my blood and making a loud piercing scream escape my dry throat. This happened every Full Moon. And it will never stop. I felt the tears stream down my face as a white hot pain struck my bones as they snapped and popped into new positions. I started sobbing as my muscles felt as if they were about to burst into flames while they stretched and expanded.
I couldn't take it anymore. This pain, caused by my own father, was getting under my skin and scratching like hell. I dug my fingers into my skin, my nails piercing the surface and blood dripped down my pure white skin. I ripped the skin from my body revealing sickening flesh and blood pooled around my writhing body. I started to scream again but they were choked back and replaced by inhuman snarls and barks.
My body grew larger and broader as jet black fur grew unevenly across my body. A long bushy tail thrashed in the blood and my face morphed into a mighty wolf head. I lifted my head and let out a booming howl. Finally, the pain faded and all that could be heard was my forceful pants and growls. My eyes were crimson and glaring at the Full Moon as I stood on my back legs as a man would and clenched my hands into fists.
I heard frantic whispers and frightened cries from the darkness of the forest. I didn't move, but I did arch my neck to look over my shoulder, without actually doing so. I heard what the voices were saying and they were talking in Elvish from what I could tell and I couldn't understand a single word they were saying but… they had seen me change. That's for certain. I growled and they were silenced. I turned around and my night-vision quickly kicked in.
Three Elves were crouching behind a large bush and had fear etched into their faces. I pulled my lips over my teeth to expose those razor-sharp, incredibly long and slightly curved canines. They made the mistake of attempting to escape. I lunged at them and caught ones leg. I had unfortunately not seen the several Elves that were hiding up in the trees. Two landed on my back and I abruptly released the Elves' leg. I tried to rip them from my back but they plunged their knives into my back. I ignored the pain and managed to grab one of them; I then threw him into the tree with as much force as I could muster. He lay unconscious in the grass. Some of the Elves pulled his limp body away from him. While I was distracted, one of the Elves skidded in-between my legs and used two knives to slice at my inverted knees. My legs gave way and I fell to the ground, but I wasn't about to give up that easily.
I kicked and lashed out at any who were brave enough to come towards me. I snarled and growled at them. The noises I made were loud and menacing as they rolled in the back of my throat. The pain hit me and I whimpered slightly. I stopped moving and just glared at them. They all came towards me at the same moment and when they were close enough, I howled as loud as I could. They covered their ears up with their hands and fell to their knees. As they recovered I managed to stand up, but my body felt like a ton of bricks all of a sudden and I had to think of a way out quickly, WITHOUT killing anyone.
I hated killing and I rarely did it but sometimes, it's the only way out. I charged clumsily at a tree and dug my claws into its bark. I began to climb, occasionally slipping when my claws broke the bark off in chunks. I could hear the shouts of alarm and I leapt lazily from tree to tree. Suddenly, arrows pierced my skin and they kept coming. Blood matted my fur and the pain was immense, but I kept leaping. Eventually, one last arrow hit the back of my throat-my weak spot. I snarled and lost grip on a rather thin tree. I plummeted to the ground with a deafening thud. I couldn't get up. The pain and exhaustion weighed my entire body down and the nearing footsteps sealed my fate.
I actually felt…happy, relieved among others. They were going to kill me and put an end to my suffering. Hope filled my heart and soul. I wouldn't have to undergo the terror of the Full Moons or the loneliness or the hate or… anything. I would be free. Free…I felt hand tie rope around my paws and I closed my eyes. When they started pulling my body along the ground was when I began to doubt my theory but I quickly succumbed to the pain and the endless darkness swallowed me whole…
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~~~~~~~ASH NAZG DURBATULÚK, ASH NAZG GRIMBATUL~~~~~~~