Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 20:52:31 GMT
The last thing she remembered was excusing herself from dinner, her stomach churning and vision blurry. At first, she figured it was the flu, and that sleeping would cure the temporary ailment, but as her eyes shot open hours later just as the sky cleared outside to reveal a pearly white full moon, she gasped. The sheer pain traveling to the end of her every nerve, every muscle, every bone was enough to bring a man to his knees. An unbearable sense of agony spiraled down her spine, creeping into the depths of her mind, crushing her limbs as she cried out. She knew what was going on even in her foggy state of mind, something she'd only done once before. The shift. Another wave of spasms sent her body crumpling to the floor, bringing the tangle of sheets around her frail body with her. Searching for a scream, she was granted with only the smallest of croaks, desperate to reach past her lips but falling short. Her watering eyes darted towards her strained arms, fingers curled into the wood floor as she tried to fight the torment raining down on her body to find her skin shaded a deep blue. Her fingernails sprouted into claws, talons that could slice a throat with just a petty swipe. Needle-sharp teeth pierced her bottom lip, feline like canines crawling out of her gums as if she was growing fangs. Shaking her head violently, she fought with her body, trying to stay in one piece only to break some more.
This was torture, each new burst of pain sending her into a ball, clutching herself tightly as she shook against the cold wooden floor. Despite the heat radiating off of her trembling skin, she shivered, eyes wide with terror as the door peeked open. A lanky, tall boy with shaggy brown hair looked down at her with horror painted on his face. Sammy. He stood in the doorway, frozen, barely able to let the word meet his lips, "Noelle?" A groan leaping off of her lips as she found her footing, he stumbled out of the way, allowing her to sprint out the room and ultimately out of the mansion like home they resided in as he watched with confusion. His little sister was what he'd grown to hate, the exact thing his family hunted.
Tripping over a fallen tree, she toppled to the ground, her skin shedding it's tan tone completely for a royal blue tint. Finding her footing, she patted her face, gripping her fangs with angst and disgust. What was she? Last time she had luckily been out in the woods searching for a nest of owls she'd been keeping tabs on when it happened and not at the dinner table where her father wouldn't have hesitated to shoot her. Still, this only being her second time shifting with the light of a full moon and barely thirteen she had no clue what was going on. Recalling everything her hunter father had ever relayed to her about werewolves, none of that fit this. She wasn't a dog, she was more like a... a cat. Beyond baffled, she stumbled along the forestry, her eyes a shocking neon green and face spotted like a leopards in different shades of blue. Picking up speed, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, needing to get further and further away from her house. Step by step, side ways glares met only with the moon-lit shadows of trees, her pace slowed as she approached a pond near the center of the preserve. Her senses were heightened, allowing her to pick up every swish of water, every creak the swaying trees made. Her reflexes were cat-like, swift and precise. Drawing to a halt, she knelt by the creek, hand dipping into the water, fingers scrubbing at her skin as she tried to wash away the cobalt tint. Yet it wouldn't fade. Growling at herself, she sighed, confused and alone in the winter woods. Or so she thought. Pushing herself and turning in place, the young girl went to go search the woods before but rather found a hand at her throat, squeezing-
Noelle sat up in her bed swiftly, hair disheveled and body coated in sweat. It was just a memory in the form of a nightmare. The night so many years ago still haunting her to this day. How naive she was then, to think that the woods were a safe place. Ha, as if. Shaking her head, she shoved her fingers into the mess of golden locks, legs scooting her towards the edge of her king sized mattress. Tossing the limbs over the edge, she sighed. Normal being the last thing she was, that's what she presented herself as. At home she was the giggly daughter, at school the silent outcast. Really, though, she was the lone werejaguar stalking the night every full moon- or whenever she felt like it, actually. Over the span of the nearly five years she's been supernatural, she learned how it all works. Shift whenever she cared, summon up berserkers when she pleased, but the full moon still brought her to her knees. Luckily, no one knew of her existence, except for Sam, of course. He'd helped her, kept it all a secret and defended her at all costs. As much as she trusted Teddy, he couldn't know. How obedient he was with their father would only bring disaster if he were to find out. Dropping the thoughts, she pushed herself out of bed and tugged on some clothes.
She wasn't going back to bed, may as well go for a walk.
A pair of black sweats retained the heat below her waist, slippers on her feet and a maroon sweater clung to the rest of her. Not bothering to tame her mane of hair, she snuck out of the house, being sure not to stir any of the sleeping inhabitants. It was barely four in the morning, the sun still hidden under the treeline. School was out for winter break, Christmas just on the horizon, so she didn't have to worry about getting ready for school later. Sighing as she padded down the silent street, she wondered what it would be like if she hadn't been in the woods that day. Would she still be popular if she hadn't been turned? Would she have all of her friends still? Cutting her thoughts off before she fell into a pit of overwhelming darkness, she lifted her head just in time to see him. Who he was, she had no clue, but he was there. Of course he wasn't a threat, she'd take him out if need be- though she had never resorted to that before- but still. Mouth hanging open slightly, she studied him, clearly taken aback by his presence in the street at the wee hours of the morning.
"Hello?" Bad idea to draw attention to herself, but Noelle had never been one to run away. Curiosity did kill that cat, though, so maybe this wasn't the best plan.
This was torture, each new burst of pain sending her into a ball, clutching herself tightly as she shook against the cold wooden floor. Despite the heat radiating off of her trembling skin, she shivered, eyes wide with terror as the door peeked open. A lanky, tall boy with shaggy brown hair looked down at her with horror painted on his face. Sammy. He stood in the doorway, frozen, barely able to let the word meet his lips, "Noelle?" A groan leaping off of her lips as she found her footing, he stumbled out of the way, allowing her to sprint out the room and ultimately out of the mansion like home they resided in as he watched with confusion. His little sister was what he'd grown to hate, the exact thing his family hunted.
Tripping over a fallen tree, she toppled to the ground, her skin shedding it's tan tone completely for a royal blue tint. Finding her footing, she patted her face, gripping her fangs with angst and disgust. What was she? Last time she had luckily been out in the woods searching for a nest of owls she'd been keeping tabs on when it happened and not at the dinner table where her father wouldn't have hesitated to shoot her. Still, this only being her second time shifting with the light of a full moon and barely thirteen she had no clue what was going on. Recalling everything her hunter father had ever relayed to her about werewolves, none of that fit this. She wasn't a dog, she was more like a... a cat. Beyond baffled, she stumbled along the forestry, her eyes a shocking neon green and face spotted like a leopards in different shades of blue. Picking up speed, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, needing to get further and further away from her house. Step by step, side ways glares met only with the moon-lit shadows of trees, her pace slowed as she approached a pond near the center of the preserve. Her senses were heightened, allowing her to pick up every swish of water, every creak the swaying trees made. Her reflexes were cat-like, swift and precise. Drawing to a halt, she knelt by the creek, hand dipping into the water, fingers scrubbing at her skin as she tried to wash away the cobalt tint. Yet it wouldn't fade. Growling at herself, she sighed, confused and alone in the winter woods. Or so she thought. Pushing herself and turning in place, the young girl went to go search the woods before but rather found a hand at her throat, squeezing-
Noelle sat up in her bed swiftly, hair disheveled and body coated in sweat. It was just a memory in the form of a nightmare. The night so many years ago still haunting her to this day. How naive she was then, to think that the woods were a safe place. Ha, as if. Shaking her head, she shoved her fingers into the mess of golden locks, legs scooting her towards the edge of her king sized mattress. Tossing the limbs over the edge, she sighed. Normal being the last thing she was, that's what she presented herself as. At home she was the giggly daughter, at school the silent outcast. Really, though, she was the lone werejaguar stalking the night every full moon- or whenever she felt like it, actually. Over the span of the nearly five years she's been supernatural, she learned how it all works. Shift whenever she cared, summon up berserkers when she pleased, but the full moon still brought her to her knees. Luckily, no one knew of her existence, except for Sam, of course. He'd helped her, kept it all a secret and defended her at all costs. As much as she trusted Teddy, he couldn't know. How obedient he was with their father would only bring disaster if he were to find out. Dropping the thoughts, she pushed herself out of bed and tugged on some clothes.
She wasn't going back to bed, may as well go for a walk.
A pair of black sweats retained the heat below her waist, slippers on her feet and a maroon sweater clung to the rest of her. Not bothering to tame her mane of hair, she snuck out of the house, being sure not to stir any of the sleeping inhabitants. It was barely four in the morning, the sun still hidden under the treeline. School was out for winter break, Christmas just on the horizon, so she didn't have to worry about getting ready for school later. Sighing as she padded down the silent street, she wondered what it would be like if she hadn't been in the woods that day. Would she still be popular if she hadn't been turned? Would she have all of her friends still? Cutting her thoughts off before she fell into a pit of overwhelming darkness, she lifted her head just in time to see him. Who he was, she had no clue, but he was there. Of course he wasn't a threat, she'd take him out if need be- though she had never resorted to that before- but still. Mouth hanging open slightly, she studied him, clearly taken aback by his presence in the street at the wee hours of the morning.
"Hello?" Bad idea to draw attention to herself, but Noelle had never been one to run away. Curiosity did kill that cat, though, so maybe this wasn't the best plan.