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The beasts had attacked without warning.. Three were dead before we even knew we were under attack. By the end of the battle, only my love and I remained, though I had not made it unscathed. He gazes into my eyes, promising that he would always love me, no matter what I become. I promise him that /7/ be strong, that I won't let the beast take over, as he rushes off to find help. 1 I’ve witnessed enough of my brethren turn before to know what to expect. Some had been reduced to primitive animals, like our assailants. Others had managed to keep their mind intact, even if their humanity no longer was. / was determined to become part of the latter. I remove my armor and boots, preparing myself for what’s about to happen. [" To make it as bearable as possible. My skin glistens with sweat as I try to calm myself, gathering courage to face the coming ordeal. Art by Geckz
The warmth spreading down my leg gives way to the itchy sensation of sprouting fur. I raise my foot up, watching in horror as my transformation begins. I stare transfixed as the nails on my toes push forth into silver claws, the soft skin beneath my feet becoming tough and padded. New and exotic sensations flow throughout my body. I feel the strain of my shifting muscles, the twitch of my lengthening ears... ...the pops and cracks of my spine as it pushes out into my new tail. My hands follow suit, taking on paw-like features as my fingers become fearsome predatory weapons. Art by Geckz
My sharpened senses beg me to chase the night sounds, the claws on my hands and feet to rip into the flesh of fresh prey. My mouth waters for raw meat, my teeth grow and sharpen in anticipation. I must stay strong for the ones I love. I must keep my promise. I cannot give in to the animalistic instincts rising with me. I must fight the curse as it tries to take over. My humanity may be forfeit, but I refuse to become a mere beast. This is not who - or what - / am. У The wave of feral urges assault my j mind. They lure me with promises of / freedom, of power. All it asks is one simple thing: that I succumb to the changes, to let them wash over me until there is nothing left of the girl / once was. Art by Geckz J
Art by Geckz J My freshly clawed digits grip the dirt below me as my hands and feet continue to shift and stretch, the sounds of cracking bones and tearing muscles filling the air. I cry out as my face twists and contorts into that of a beast, the changes consuming its once delicate features. With each pant, I feel my bones and cartilege snap and realign, pushing my face forward into a pointed snout. I am revolted by my paws, my fur, my muzzle. Even so, I can feel my will breaking. A part of me wills every change forth, embracing my metamorphosis and relishing in its power. I realize that I am undeniably faster and stronger than my human self could ever have hoped to be. I can shed the remnants of my old life and start anew, a feral queen of the wild.... Involuntary growls escape my throat, breaking the rhythm of my breath. They fill the silence, reminding me that I am alone with the monstrosity emerging from within.
Art by Geckz J But I cannot give up now, not when Гм so close. I refocus all the sensations of my curse, the transformation I’ve been inflicted', into anger. And so, when I open my eyes... Anger at the beast that attacked me. Anger at becoming an affront to nature. Anger at the thought of returning to the ones I love, no longer as one of them...but as a freak. I am still the girl my father raised. The one he taught to defend the weak and the poor, to keep the kingdom and its people safe. I defy my curse s attempts to corrupt me. My resolve gives me the strength to endure until my transition is complete. I claim victory... for I am still me.
Later. (Epilogue) I was so afraid I'd lost you. .Leah? ifs...okay... I understand. Y...Yeah... if s...still me Art by Geckz
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