my first change
theres a secret world only seen through the eyes of fur.one night i chose to enter a form so natural and pure,the moon was my godess.twigs, and thorns grabbed at my arms,waist and legs as i stripped myself of cloth.peeling away the last sock,i broke into a run.when I was deep enough into the woods,wind kissing my cheeks,violent shivers rushed through my veins.the convulsions worsened as I felt my eyes darken,blur,then sharpen.a salty bead of sweat fell to the corner of my mouth,my blood temperature rising.....98.7......100.1.......103.9......106.4.a calming feeling engulfed me,hinting everything was going to be alright.cold shivers raced up my spine,and with a loud crack my spine began to leagthen just beneath my skin.my eyes partially closed from the mild pain of my bones reshaping,growing and bending, my feet and hands padded over.my bare hide began to sprout thick silvery-white fur,whilst my long dark hair receded into my skalp.a face that didnt seem mine, stretched into perfect view mere inches below my eyes.i felt my newly shaped ears adjust themselves above my temples,then my arms and legs found themselves comfortably formed at my sides.on all fours,my paws hitting the ground,the moon seemed my only means of survival.
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