Nightly Unpleasantaries

She hated shifting. She really, really hated it. But what could she do to stop something that was meant to happen?

It would have been much more pleasant, though, if she hadn't felt anything. It didn't hurt too much, but it wasn't nice either to have long, thick hair pushing through your skin, your teeth sharpening and growing in your mouth, your whole physique changing into something completely different.

But what happened within her body wasn't even nearly as awful as what happened within her mind.

Her claws were fully grown now; thick, white and sharp. She raked them over the floor, watching as they left long, white cuts upon the wooden surface. Her pale, slender hands had turned into black paws, her arms into long, thin forelegs. Her lower lip, still humanly shaped, had been punctuared by another of her now sharp canine teeth, and her mouth was now full with her own blood. It felt hot, bitter in her mouth..

..and so wonderful..

She went totally unmoving after realizing what she had just thought, her eyes widening. It had started. The shift of the mind.

She braced herself for the coming, feeling her tail darting out just from above her buttocks, long and lashing, taste of blood becoming more and more appealing. She has lost her ability to form words in her mind, to put them together in sentences, to think. Black fur is now covering her everywhere, her once brown eyes are now yellowish and blind to colours, her figure no longer belongs to a human. She has become a wolf.

Tomorrow, she'll be normal again. And she can be in peace for a while before the next shifting takes its place.