Intrusion: Private moment
Intrusion while shifting
What gives you the right? Everyone everything has a dark side to them. Even if they don't feel it at first. Even if they think themselves weak. There is darkness in and every person. It's their choice how long they wish to walk down the darkening blindness. Madness dwells there, if you spend too much time there, you will never come back, then where will you be?
Her skin felt as if it would melt off her bones, she was clawing her skin, screaming as the burning agony only seemed to worsen. The whistling through her body was so painful, She cried in pure agony, her back was a tuning fork. Her spine jarring in waves, left to right. Making her body twist in arcs not meant to do with proper training. Every time her body spasmed this way, her eyes seemed to burn. Tapetum growing at an excessive rate over her eyes. Fortifying against her weaker human eyes. The pain of something growing over your cornea should be enough to want to claw your eyes out. A thin shield growing over your pupil to give you stronger night vision and day vision. Her cones growing, the pain felt like stabbing pains in her skill, vision blurring, as the pain shocks through every nerve driving her to guttural screams. Making Kendra claw her eyes, screaming more, Lifting her head she felt the power breaking the mold of her skull and bone. She felt the pain of it being jackhammered into pieces and seeming to glue together wrong. Bigger, meaner, and stronger. Kendra was tearing up as she fell to her side, after all this time.
She still felt the immense pain of the shift. Especially when she was hurt. Her legs kicked out with the pain, not from need. It was as if her muscles continued to spasm. Fingers and body slid belly down, prose and fingers slid into hard soil. SO cool, SO wet. The heating lava pain fought all other emotions. Her fingers connecting with soil, with Gaia. Let her know she was her child too. Kendra grabbed futility at soil and grass. Her fingers burning and itching until they were paws and talons
This is how galaxies are made, this is how the pain covers the beauty. This is how the horror hides the disgust by smearing it with the twinkling lights. Lights in her eyes. She wanted to run into the light, but all that lay around her was darkness.
Back arching in pain she felt the pulling of the chord and muscle of ripping down her spine to tear her left to right as if was a puppet on a string, Her spasms finally stopped, when her bones stopped cracking. Kendra shook out her fur, loving the feeling of the top layer of flesh moving violently left to right and seeming to itch her muscle layer. Softly panting and looking at paws. Looking up, and lifting a newly formed snout to Artemis, Her wolven golden eyes, shining bright as she blinked to the prison that housed, Sin, Rhiannan, or Ixchel. Let Kendra know she was their child as well. A daughter of the Sun and Mockery. Yet she was a child of the moon...Her aunt. Her Uncle...Either way, she was shined upon, yet never spared of pain.
Reminded every day, that she exists from blood, broken bone, and soft skin. Fur replacing skin, and showing a massive beast four times the size of the woman that had laid in her position. A massive beast came forth, white fur almost silver. Ran through her body of muscle and fang. Sliding to stand, on shaky legs, the wolf shook out the pain from the last half hour. Half hour, that felt like an eternity on skin and bone. Maw and claw. It was a hard-won ally, the peace that came with the end of the transformation, and the intruder that watched it. The true monster in her world that would hunt nature's most beautiful creature. Who was the man to say it wasn't true? Who was the hunter to kill the beautiful creature nature provided? Who was the man to say, this creature wasn't divine?