Contortion
Sunset. The last golden rays of sunlight against a red sky with pink clouds and hints of violet. A breeze lifted the hair of a woman who was seated comfortably next to her husband in their fenced backyard. She was quite a beauty, with her long golden hair, now accented by the light of the dying sun, and her long neck. Her eyes were a dark blue and her complexion was perfect.
Her husband could be considered good looking, in a rugged sort of way. His dark hair and set jaw made him look rather intimidating, but his eyes were filled with wisdom, courage, and kindness.
Their sun was quietly sipping a glass of some beverage, his wavy brown hair getting in his eyes. His mother quickly wiped the irksome strands away. His eyes were brown and always filled with curiosity. He had a quick mind, a quiet way and a sense of humor.
Dusk. Fireflies came from nowhere and lit up the yard. The apprehension in the mother's eyes grew stronger. The father studied the sky. The young boy's eyes darted to firefly to firefly. He bit his lip in effort not to cry as his parents stood, went into the house, and locked the door.
Night. Owls and crickets made noises from every plausible direction. Slowly, but surely, the moon rose. The spherical silver orb was a beautiful sight, sending a magical, mystical light settling in the yard.
The young child crumpled. The body, not yet six years of age, shook horribly. Then, it changed. Silvery gray hair sprung from everywhere. The brown curiosity was replaced by golden rage. A snout formed. Within minutes, the boy that was not was charging, full force, at the fence. The wood did not stand a chance against the claws. The creature that the boy had become charged in the direction of the nearby woods.
A howl went up to the moon that chilled the marrow of every bone within five miles. Remus Lupin set off to hunt his quarry.
Sunset. The last golden rays of sunlight against a red sky with pink clouds and hints of violet. A breeze lifted the hair of a woman who was seated comfortably next to her husband in their fenced backyard. She was quite a beauty, with her long golden hair, now accented by the light of the dying sun, and her long neck. Her eyes were a dark blue and her complexion was perfect.
Her husband could be considered good looking, in a rugged sort of way. His dark hair and set jaw made him look rather intimidating, but his eyes were filled with wisdom, courage, and kindness.
Their sun was quietly sipping a glass of some beverage, his wavy brown hair getting in his eyes. His mother quickly wiped the irksome strands away. His eyes were brown and always filled with curiosity. He had a quick mind, a quiet way and a sense of humor.
Dusk. Fireflies came from nowhere and lit up the yard. The apprehension in the mother's eyes grew stronger. The father studied the sky. The young boy's eyes darted to firefly to firefly. He bit his lip in effort not to cry as his parents stood, went into the house, and locked the door.
Night. Owls and crickets made noises from every plausible direction. Slowly, but surely, the moon rose. The spherical silver orb was a beautiful sight, sending a magical, mystical light settling in the yard.
The young child crumpled. The body, not yet six years of age, shook horribly. Then, it changed. Silvery gray hair sprung from everywhere. The brown curiosity was replaced by golden rage. A snout formed. Within minutes, the boy that was not was charging, full force, at the fence. The wood did not stand a chance against the claws. The creature that the boy had become charged in the direction of the nearby woods.
A howl went up to the moon that chilled the marrow of every bone within five miles. Remus Lupin set off to hunt his quarry.