At the conclusion to the story, Heather succumbs to her thirst and learns what happens when she loses control.
Heather lost track of her dreams, memories and reality. She thought Teri tried to wake her up twice but she wasn’t sure whether she was dreaming it or remembering the morning before. She dreamed she was flying and it was as glorious as she remembered. Wind buffeted her face and fur and she spiraled down to the ground before swooping back up. Catching prey in flight. Claws rending flesh. The smell of blood filling the air. The rush of excitement from the chase and the kill. …
Part 3 of 4. Heather begins to change as night approaches.
“Heather,” Teri whispered. “Are you awake?”
Bright morning light peeked around the edge of the thick, red curtains of their east-facing window. Heather groaned as her eyes fluttered open. Her body felt heavily and useless, as if she were buried under the thick, old quilt. Her freckles stood out in harsh contrast against her pale skin.
“It’s almost noon, Heather,” Teri continued to whisper. “I’ve already had breakfast and explored the town a bit. Do you still not want to get up?”
Still? Heather thought wearily. Speaking seemed to take too much effort. …
I actually did this about 3 weeks ago but I’ve not been sure whether I should include pictures on this site.
Thoughts? Yay? No? Don’t care?
I was proud of the hand for this one – I had to use my own as a reference and make it fit somehow. And I thought the foot turned out nicely – something else I had to add :) Oh, and BE and muscle growth, too :)