Faylyn felt the pull of the moon, urging her to shift forms. Her palms felt sweaty and she used her strength to slow the process, a small ability she had learned over the years, though it continued to decieve her. She met the eyes of her sister, "I'm so sorry" Faylyn said through gritted teeth. She felt a quick embrace from Evelyn and the feel of her fingers through her own hair, "There is no need to apologize." Faylyn caught sight of her leaving, her steps fast and her breath laboured. Faylyn stood up, her steps uneasy and her body seared with pain; a pain she felt every month in moonlight, and one that she remembered from her first change. She walked unsteadily along the beach, her steps leaving the sand messy behind. Her breaths became heavy in the effort to steady herself and make it quickly down the beach, avoiding the beach homes and hopeful no human would try and approach her.<span style="font-style: italic">Dammit dammit dammit</span>she thought as her pace quickened at her last efforts to find a hideout. She was relieved to find the likes of an old building, abandoned and worn away. She made it to the door, barely registering the movements of making it up the wooden stairs. She pulled open the door and quickly did her best to secure it, locking herself inside. She pushed her back against the door, tears in her eyes as she felt her wolf take over. The bones broke in her legs with a large crack, reforming backwards and lengthening. She looked at her hands, fur enveloping them.<span style="font-style: italic">I love this bloody dress</span>she thought off hand when the pain subsided, though she quickly screamed out, the pain starting once more. She watched her claws escape out her newly formed paws, piercing its way through her skin. Her ears pushed it's way through the top of her head. Tears streamed down her face, the constant cutting through her flesh and healing, only to be ripped open again broke her. She took a near dresser, throwing it hard against the wall in front of her. She felt the hot searing pain as her teeth grew, creating cuts in her small human gums. Her nose lengthened, giving way to her muzzle and her scents heightened. Her screams turned into low growls, and her roars echoed the walls of the house. She felt her conciousness dwindle as she began walking through the house, fighting against the wolf in herself. She made it upstairs before she blacked out.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/summerthyme/2512256077/">Abandoned Beach House</a>