SHAPE_HIFTER
Slowly, his face began to reflect
that permanent change:
no longer was that elongated nose
once – with the moon – but a constant
feature the mirror saw.
Wounds bled over and did not heal
and there was no going back
when a wound fails to heal.
He was more a wolf now than a man
he knew: those cheekbones, once full of life
and his father's heritage, had faded
into the gloom of a wolf's fierce hunger
and his eyes, once warm and brown,
not had a permanent yellow tinge to them.
No-one else saw them, save those who knew
that face before: these subtle changes
were still a human mask
But that change – that once a moon –
was becoming a truer face
by the time…
It was only supposed to be once a month
but once a month was too many times
for his face to stay unchanged.