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The young gypsy was riding into a deep wood, her goal to become as lost and as far from any sign of civilisation as was possible, and she was running out of time. She stopped near a stream, pulling the cool air in through her nose, and finding only scents of pine, animals and flora. No smoke. No people. She took Raksha’s reins and tied her to a hanging branch, ignoring her discontented nickering at the matter. She left the mare close enough to the stream that she could drink, and there was enough grass to keep her from going hungry. “I’ll find you soon, Raksha. Hush..”
She felt as sick as she had during the few days leading up to the last four full moons. It wasn’t getting any easier. She seemed to have new muscles that lay dormant under her skin until the growing moon pulled at them and they swelled painfully, rippling under her skin, and faded again. It was the sensation, rather than the pain that turned her stomach.
Silver was usually warm, at least she had been since she had been mauled .. her blood ran so much hotter now. But her skin was clammy and pale with cold sweats, so much so that one might believe her to be dying of fever. Her bones ached with every step she took, as though they might snap at any moment. She could almost hear them thrum with energy, ready to shift and break and warp into something unnatural. She kept going, not only must she venture as far from people as she could, but also from her horse. Raksha was all she had, and she couldn’t live with herself if the horse came to harm by her hand, or more precisely, claw.
She cried hopelessly as she stumbled, quick as she could, deeper into the forest, until her ankle broke under her skin and quickly snapped back into place and she fell with an agonising scream. After another few tears, and a few deep breaths, she pulled herself to her feet, trembling and dizzy with pain, and continued, limping now through the trees, keeping her senses alert as she could for any sign of life. But the forest didn’t appear to have been frequented for some time, and she hoped it would be a safe enough place for her, with enough elk on offer to sate the hunger of the beast that roused inside her. So far – it had mainly killed livestock and deer, and one bear. She had managed to stay hidden well enough, but she didn’t know this land well enough to be sure. She had never been a murderer, not until recently, but at least she had been human and able to make that decision for herself rather than have all manner of human conscience taken from her. The memories of her hunts and kills were still ever vivid in her mind – another wave of nausea.
She had walked for hours before her spine contorted with a few, loud snaps, a sound that might have been mistaken for a falling tree if it hadn’t been for the curdling scream that came after it. Silver collapsed to her knees, and her bones continued to twist in and out of shape, muscles erupting here and there before disappearing again as she fumbled at her clothes, discarding them before they were no longer of use to her. Her hands searched the ground for a branch, which when found she clenched between her teeth and bit down on it like a stubborn dog. All she could do now was wait, her scarred body writhing naked on a bed of pine needles ready to break and shift. It was going to be a long night..
She felt as sick as she had during the few days leading up to the last four full moons. It wasn’t getting any easier. She seemed to have new muscles that lay dormant under her skin until the growing moon pulled at them and they swelled painfully, rippling under her skin, and faded again. It was the sensation, rather than the pain that turned her stomach.
Silver was usually warm, at least she had been since she had been mauled .. her blood ran so much hotter now. But her skin was clammy and pale with cold sweats, so much so that one might believe her to be dying of fever. Her bones ached with every step she took, as though they might snap at any moment. She could almost hear them thrum with energy, ready to shift and break and warp into something unnatural. She kept going, not only must she venture as far from people as she could, but also from her horse. Raksha was all she had, and she couldn’t live with herself if the horse came to harm by her hand, or more precisely, claw.
She cried hopelessly as she stumbled, quick as she could, deeper into the forest, until her ankle broke under her skin and quickly snapped back into place and she fell with an agonising scream. After another few tears, and a few deep breaths, she pulled herself to her feet, trembling and dizzy with pain, and continued, limping now through the trees, keeping her senses alert as she could for any sign of life. But the forest didn’t appear to have been frequented for some time, and she hoped it would be a safe enough place for her, with enough elk on offer to sate the hunger of the beast that roused inside her. So far – it had mainly killed livestock and deer, and one bear. She had managed to stay hidden well enough, but she didn’t know this land well enough to be sure. She had never been a murderer, not until recently, but at least she had been human and able to make that decision for herself rather than have all manner of human conscience taken from her. The memories of her hunts and kills were still ever vivid in her mind – another wave of nausea.
She had walked for hours before her spine contorted with a few, loud snaps, a sound that might have been mistaken for a falling tree if it hadn’t been for the curdling scream that came after it. Silver collapsed to her knees, and her bones continued to twist in and out of shape, muscles erupting here and there before disappearing again as she fumbled at her clothes, discarding them before they were no longer of use to her. Her hands searched the ground for a branch, which when found she clenched between her teeth and bit down on it like a stubborn dog. All she could do now was wait, her scarred body writhing naked on a bed of pine needles ready to break and shift. It was going to be a long night..
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