Disclaimer... I do not own the term animagus... everything else is mine... at least in this story...

A/N--This came to me in my Survey of the New Testament class today... I probably should have been taking notes instead... but this kept bugging me... I wanted to try something new... let me know what you think...

Full Moon:

A short One-shot in the Wolf & Raven Universe

I feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins as I run—the thrill of the hunt—despite the fact that I am not hunting anything… yet. I weave in and out of the trees, making my way through the forest. It is normally forbidden—it technically still is; but, then, I blend in with my surroundings as a creature of the forest. I hear the howl of werewolves of to my left somewhere. I know to be wary of them, but I understand the call of the moon. The full moon's pull is almost unbearably irresistible. It started as a tingle of anticipation early this morning and erupted into an all-encompassing fire at sunset.

A rabbit scurries across my path and I lunge for it, veering to the left to catch it, snatching it up with my teeth. A snack would be perfect right about now. I settle down at the base of a tree and ponder while I am snacking. Is it normal for the hunt to feel like this? to let my instincts take over? I've always liked my meat rare, but is this taking it too far? The blood flows down my throat, and it tastes so good that I do not really care whether it is normal or not at the moment… whether it is right or wrong.

When I finish my little snack, I realize that there is a strange calm over the forest: the werewolves have stopped their cries to the moon. A twig snaps to my right, and a frisson of terror trills down my spine. My fur bristles. Another twig snaps; this time behind me. I listen closely and hear heartbeats—there are at least four distinct heartbeats… possibly more. I am frightened: I do not know how to save myself.

A growl to my left.

A pounce.

Surrounded.

All-consuming fear.

Red.

Blood.

Mine.

Theirs.

Fury.

Panic.

A snip.

Torn flesh.

Quiet.

A leap.

A howl.

More blood.

A cry.

Harsh breaths.

Blood.

Everywhere.

A swipe of paws.

Escape.

Flight through the forest.

A blur of trees.

Stone floors.

Light.

Warm.

Safe.

I come to myself in a disused classroom. Moon light streaks through the dusty windows in the room. I stand and realize that I am human once more, the taste of blood still fresh in my mouth. My experience comes to me in flashes—exhilarating, yet… terrifying. I could have been slain—slaughtered. I am thankful the werewolf's bite does not affect an animagus: my shoulder is bleeding. I feel exhausted. I stumble back to my quarters—the headgirl's rooms.

My last coherent thought as I collapse onto my bed: 'I hope every full moon is this fun.'

The End

A/N--Yes... the fight scene was supposed to be like that... I am allowed literary lisence to do whatever the Hell I want... if I'm trying to convey a certain... Je ne sais quoi... and if I know that it's not bloody well appropriate for formal writing (but then this isn't bloody well formal writing now is it?). If you didn't bloody get it perhaps you should try reading more... or I could tell you... if you ask nicely... I appear to have a tendancy to use 'bloody' much too often... perhaps I should work on that... nah. R&R! Please!