Everything had gone well the past few weeks, my wounds had healed into some nasty scars but they no longer hurt and my heightened senses had stayed behind-which I was growing to be grateful for. I'd even been able to start riding Starling again lately, for which we were both glad. Whiterun, however, was losing its appeal quickly now and I began begging Baragma to take me along on an adventure or two, but he'd started treating me as if I were made of glass after the incident and had declined after every attempt at letting me come along. I wanted desperately to get out and about again, but having been mauled left me very wary of the world outside the city walls and thus I'd stayed mostly cooped up in Breezehome and occasionally going out to the stables to visit the horses.
It was nighttime now, and I was feeling more stir crazy than usual. The moons' light peeked through the thick, dusty curtains hanging from the windows of Baragma's home and I had had enough of walking in circles through the house. Something within me toiled and screamed for release, and I wasn't about to fight it. I told Lydia that I'd be gone for a while, and she grunted at me before returning to her book as I made my way out the door, still yanking on my soft leather boots as I went.
The night air was crisp and wonderful, a gentle breeze tousling my silvery hair behind me as I strode toward the city gates. That screaming presence inside me ached to run, just run as hard as I –as it-could. I no longer felt afraid of the wilderness, and I didn't even desire the company of Starling tonight. It was just as well, I could tell by the way he was breathing when I walked past his stall he was asleep anyway.
That thing inside me felt wild, dangerous even, in the way it squirmed and tried to wrestle its way to the front of my mind. I'd never experienced anything of this nature before, and my curiosity got the better of me. I relaxed my mind, so to speak, halted all my racing thoughts and just let whatever come, come.
And then searing, horrible pain wracked my entire body. I could hear my own bones snapping and grinding against each other like kindling in a campfire as they shifted into a new shape and my face felt swollen and hard, like it was longer than it used to be. Head pounding, vision pulsing and every sense on high alert, I raised my head to the moons that now governed my actions and howled with ferocity that I did not know I possessed. Now, my consciousness was at the back of my own mind. It was like I had become secondary to whatever foul beast had taken control of my body. I hated it, and I wanted to go back to how things were a moment ago. Still though, my new body charged on as if by its own accord.
The last thing I remember of that night is the copious amounts of saliva that dripped unabashed from my jaws when I caught sight of a lone patrolling guard. After that, everything went dark just as it had that day I'd been attacked.