Mothlight [Open] « Thread Started on Aug 17, 2009, 4:57am »
There’s something to be said for starving: it’s more brutal than most people are willing to dissect. The body doesn’t simply harbor nutrition for later use but rather consumes it as quickly as possible and drives one for an even greater hunger within days. The stomach is a curious organ in that the less attention it’s given, the less it asks for, and indeed over the period of a week the stomach simply ceases to function within the body. Digestive fluids are burped up and sloshed about the mouth and tongue, creating an acidic froth which erodes teeth and causes the eyes to water, and the intestines and kidneys begin to digest the juices around them--namely blood and unused urine. Starving is a painful, horribly slow process in which one is rendered completely helpless and yet completely alive.
I should know; I practice this refined art constantly.
Were it not for the stubbornness of my species that channels one to constantly search for life despite the most desperate of situations, I’d have died years ago. I can hardly hunt, my body is never under my full control, and I ache from skin, to balls, to bones. Surely this life is a walking study in decomposition and I, its eager student.
How then, Professor, do you intend to teach me next? If only I truly had someone so stable and concrete to talk to. Hell, if only I had anyone to talk to. The great swelling breast of earth that is Wilderness is terrible for conversation, despite how pretty her face is. I’d been alone in the laboratory of the Wild for nearly a week by the time I encountered the tribal region of London’s inner cities. Their population was legendary; hundreds upon hundreds of primitive beasts, all collectively raping and feasting upon each other. Conversation, at last. People, at last.
Food, at last.
A strange expression overtook my face as my jaw fell open in my Human form, thin legs straining heavily under the erect weight of my body. I stood, hands clinging sharply to the ribs of a tree as bark peeled between my fingertips and songbirds took swift flight, their calls echoing their full distaste at being chased away by some hungry savage. I could hear my lungs boiling within me, half full of liquid from malnutrition, half full of saliva from the sheer hunger which drowned my ability to focus on anything but slaking that urge. I could no longer smell the pleasantries of the forest - beetle dung and plant matter – but instead classified all of my attention on how painfully famished I’d become. Each breath produced a row of swords which speared from my torse – ribs, the lot of them – and with this came the involuntary whine which fell from my open mouth. Laboriously, one hand fell from the tree and cupped my thin body with forearm and palm. Again I moaned, uncaring of how pathetic such sounds would outwardly appear.
For a moment I paused like this, my eyes sightlessly observing the dark stain of healthy earth beneath me. The ground had given way beneath my tennis shoes so that pools of darkened water spread over the infant shoots of grass entangled among the weeds. There was pleasantness within this simple lake my own eight was creating, and until I recalled how much bigger the congregating water would have been was I not so thin, I’d not have remembered my state. “…Fuck…” How I’d ever let myself become so nervously withered, I was unsure.
Without grace I collapsed in a sitting position, one arm still wrapped fully across my stomach while the other held upright the tall figure whose spine was trembling in an effort to support itself. There is a strangeness to monotonous pain that I’ve never fully understood. It is to me the way insects view the world—backwards from the rest of us; thousands of repetitious images which fold across each other in a wave of colorless breath. They know it blindly the way I know the feelings of hunger and loneliness. They were a moth’s vision to me—mothlight, if you will. If white were black and black were white, a moth would see as I did from birth to death.
Re: Mothlight [Open] « Reply #1 on Aug 18, 2009, 4:38am »
A soft breeze blew through my boy short hair. I sighed in content as the wind's fresh and soft touch danced against my caramel skin. My dark brown eyes stared at the trees in front of me and a smile graced my lips. I was practically giddy with anticipation as I pulled of my cloths and careful stuffed them in a purple backpack I had brought along. The in coming breezes caused me to shiver a little. How could humans live with such frail skin was beyond me, but I had no real complaints Their ways were interesting and they certainly had good leisure time activities. Stretching my muscles, I gave one final human breath and then let the full transformation of the werewolf come over me.
It was certainly something, the rush of adrenaline when you transformed. My human limbs began to give way and before I knew it I was crouching on all fours. Mangy, black, and brown fur grew out to cover my bare flesh and I could feel a tug from my back side indicating the formation of a tail. Ears became erect and pointed and my face stretched out and became wolf like. The once human woman of me was now a she wolf. Amber eyed and searching. I had wanted to do this so I could run through the forest. Maybe kill a rabbit here and there?
Smells of the forest reached me nose and I sniffed it all in. Oh, how grand it was. To be able to smell the smells a wolf could smell. My mind seemed to dance with reactions. I didn't choose where I just went running off in a certain direction.
Running always made me happy, it reminded me that I had something that the humans could never have. The beast of the night that roamed the forest and human nightmares. This time though, I wasn't half human half wolf, just a full wolf. And I relished that as the blood pumped through my body. The brownish black flag that was my tail wagged with every step. Suddenly a flash burst right past my eyes. I stopped and looked around. Was I seeing things? Putting my nose to the ground I picked up the smell of rabbit! My tongue rolled out and I began to pant as I looked for it. It most likely ran into a bush.
Putting all my senses forward and into hunting the rabbit I stalked quietly in the rabbit's direction. When I was about 4 feet away from a bush it rustled and taking that as my cue I lunged over the brush and landed on the other side. A scared white rabbit panicked and ran, but I jumped toward it to pounce on it's soft, fat body. All I had to do was bite the thing in it's neck. The weight of me probably crushed it. However I did not take time to think of this fully, for my fangs already crunched the poor thing and it's crimson blood flowed into my mouth. I even shook it back and forth like a dog with it's chew toy.
Just as I was finished and about to eat, something else grabbed my senses. This time I dropped the rabbit and snarled. The scent was of one of my own. But that made me even more unsettled. We werewolves loved flesh and blood, and savagery was not uncommon. I picked up the rabbit's dead body and went to go investigate. What I found was sight to behold. It certainly was one of my kind, a boy who, by his smell, was terribly unwell. I slowly made my way toward him, a health werewolf like me against a sickly one like him. Not even a match. I growled through the rabbit in my mouth.
Re: Mothlight [Open] « Reply #2 on Aug 19, 2009, 2:44am »
There was a strange stillness about the air that collected in secret the sounds which should have been present about the beating flushed cheeks of the woodland. Insects weren’t mating, the leaves stood tired and restful across the nude fingers of their parent branches, and a distant wind had been choked into silence by his seductive ecdysiast. I felt each hair upon my skin move in this strange stillness and could hear the eye gout push and crust across my lashes with every blink. It was no surprise then when the sounds of something swimming through the vegetation caught my attention with sharp urgency. Immediately I looked up, lip curling back in distaste of further bother until I noted the intruder to be kin, however strange the coincidence might be. With great effort my chest dropped and buckled across itself, a sign ruffling the white shirt across my chest in a parted sea of solitary colors. Gently I tried to smile, and sourly pressed my back against the tree trunk so that I’d be sitting properly.
It wasn’t until I’d positioned myself in line with my guest that I noticed he was not what I’d first expected. He was a she.
This complicates things…
For a moment I paused with stilled breath, my chest expanding so that I appeared either startled or aggressive as I took in her more imposing wolf form. Her face looked displeased from my hunkered position, and in this I felt myself recoil for fear of a defensive attack to protect the rabbit clutched between her jaws. However, it was my distaste of loneliness that pulled my thoughts from the shyness and timidity which usually blister my conscience when encountering new faces, and in a sudden eager movement I pulled myself to my feet and locked eyes with the wolf-woman. My legs shook beneath me, so fatigued for want of my moment’s rest and I had to cling to the tree truck with both hands to keep from collapsing. My gaze shook with need in front of her earthen-colored eyes, and as I stared at her I tried to flash her a smile from beneath my weary face.
“You wouldn’t…” I paused as I swallowed to wet my tongue. It stuck strangely to the rear of my teeth with a thick tearing noise. “…by chance let me eat that would you?” I tried not to appear overly pleading to her meal, yet the weight of her mocha stare made my innards twist with inadequacy. Mindlessly I felt my body buckle, my spine folding flat against the tree to keep me steady. My neck folded as I closed my mouth and tried to breathe soundlessly despite my hungry panting. Her smaller size mattered nothing against the contest of our wills (nor our physical strength, given my condition), and hers won without question as my timid nature was flattened by mental and physical drain. Again, a tremor flew through my lower body as I clung to the tree’s flesh with nails erect and strained, eyes briefly jamming shut in this moment of struggle to remain standing.
Re: Mothlight [Open] « Reply #3 on Aug 19, 2009, 4:25am »
“You wouldn’t…by chance let me eat that would you?”
The question hit me like a full on tackle! Was this guy serious!? Did he honestly think that I'd let him eat what I caught for me? The question caused me to drop my rabbit and snort. If a wolf could laugh, I'd be dieing from a fit of laughter. But still, he was so weak looking. Every action he did seemed to come with a cost. A painful one. He couldn't even crack a smile and keep it, poor thing. I whined in sympathy, it wasn't like I had worked super hard for the rabbit that lay at my feet.
My first choice of action was to transform into my tier form, but I decided to just go ahead and give the rabbit to the boy. He might die while I was transforming. Picking it up I trotted over to him and tossed him the rabbit. I was feeling ,merciful today. The true reason for me coming out here was so that I could run through the forest. My hunger wasn't strong so I figured I could do without the kill.
Backing away I wasted no time in morphing into a half wolf half woman creature. My wolf shape began to change and the crack of bones could be heard. My tail and ears still remained, and even my snout was still out. I was standing on two legs with my amber eyes gazing. I swished my tail back and forth and growled in a low tone. " I'm surprised your still alive " a hint of amusement in my voice. By his look he must've been starving himself or maybe he just couldn't find any food? Oh who was I kidding? If he wanted food he could've came out here, or he could've snatched a human to snack on in the dead of night. As the current moment I wasn't getting this guy.
I looked back over my shoulder. My backpack was left at the spot where I'd came from. I could've gone back to grab it, but then again.... this guy in front of me was on the verge of death, or so it seemed. He must have some experience with holding out on food otherwise he'd probably be dead by now. Still, why would he let himself get this way?
Re: Mothlight [Open] « Reply #4 on Aug 20, 2009, 2:54am »
The entirety of my body complained as I straightened my spine along the tree’s fleshy bark, peeling my mouth open once more in want to breath. The air did smell denser; condensation licked across my eyes and along my lips so that these bare parts of musty flesh became thick with a foul scented secretion. My head fell back against the tree with a soft thud, eyes closing in in a sudden rush of reprieve. Without looking at the female wolf, my deep voice growled from the cage of my chest, slowly falling against the waves of distant thunder.
“Thank you. You‘re doing me the greatest courtesy.”
For a moment longer I paused braced against my body’s sling, my chest expanding rhythmically in steady breathing. I chanced a look at the browned woman, her engaging stare rendering mine locked to hers and before I’d taken my eyes from her once more I paused, drawing in breath so that I might speak once more.
“I’m Estafilade, by the way. Est, if you have trouble pronouncing it.”
At these words the subtle trill of a foreign accent flowed about the pronunciation of my words—Greek, if one was to trace my lineage back to the Mediterranean. With complete stillness I watched the woman in mild interest, drinking in the moment when the rabbit that fell from her mouth would be clenched in mine. For a brief period more, I relished in the relaxation that was my body’s stationary pose before pushing off the breast of the tree with both hands and clutching at a nearby branch for stability. With that movement I nearly fell, and both wobbly legs had to web out beneath my weight to keep me upright. The hare was but a few feet away, yet the effort in getting there was seemingly more trouble than the food was worth. I suppose, such is the psyche of those who are starved. For reassurance of my allowance to eat the floppy mess I glanced back up at the woman, my surprise showing visibly to see her transforming into her Tier form. It was seamless, though noisy, and I felt a sudden flush fall across my face at the notion of being able to shift without restrictions. She was both fed, and lucky. Had a been a more violent person this would have rendered a horrible hatred in me, yet as it stood I simply observed her, quietly wondering what shifting felt like when it was both under one’s control and painless.
From her now imposing body rang a voice unlike the one I supposed she had when she was Human. A deep, husky tone rolled from the barrel of her large chest, spelling words of a condescending manner, although their truth outweighed their rudeness.
"I'm surprised you’re still alive."
At this I glanced up at her feral face, my own splitting into the childish grin I was so known for. The tree branch I clung to via one hand shook at my inward repressions of laughter, and at this I nearly toppled over from unbalance.
“You’re about in line with me then.” As I spoke, I gently began walking forward, my shirt rising above my waist line to reveal a shriveled, but chiseled stomach as I did so. When the rabbit was but a few inches away, I released my hold on the tree and crumpled unceremoniously to the ground. I didn’t look at the kind Werewolf, but delicately wrapped my fingertips around the hare’s front and hind legs, lifting it so that I could smell the fresh flesh twisting with quick decay beneath the skin. In a quick wrench of both fists, I split the rabbit’s stomach wide, the intestines spilling onto my lap as the glistening muscles danced red under the sunlight. Without pause, I buried my face in the bloody mess, the sounds of tearing echoing up as I feasted.
Re: Mothlight [Open] « Reply #5 on Aug 22, 2009, 12:49am »
Truth be told this wasn't how I thought my day would be. A trip to the forest to stretch my limbs and get some exercise in. Get a break from the work and have some fun. Of course being a freelance artist you had to deal with various people. Some more bitchy then the next, but still that didn't mean I couldn't get out to enjoy myself.
" Think I'll call you Est. " my voice between a growl and normal, human speech. I gave a toothy smile. His thanks was partly responsible.
My ears could hear the sound of Est ripping into the rabbit carcass. God, even I could be more in control then that! Okay, being that I'm werewolf I'm going to have to take that back. Honestly I've never gotten any where near the condition Est is in, so I guess I've never felt the hunger he was going through. And I was beginning to feel sorry for him. Wait no! You're here to have a good time, not get sad and wrapped up in emotions. Maybe I could help him some more?
My dark tail waved in the air and then it came to me. If I was going to formally talk to this guy I'd need my cloths. Or he could shift to his Tier form. Then again he was tired and that one rabbit wouldn't be enough. That's when I got an idea. " Est? " I looked at him softly " Would you like to go on a hunt with me? Catch a few rabbits to help regain your strength " I couldn't just leave him like this, he was a fellow werewolf. We werewolves had to stick together.
Re: Mothlight [Open] « Reply #6 on Aug 25, 2009, 6:20pm »
If a person stands to watch another’s expression, there’s a lot he can learn from it. This Werewolf, showy as she seemed to be, withheld a certain quality of control, and in this placidity was a level of kindness rare in our breed. Although her body language tore control compared to mine, her face was gentler—pretty, in an alien sort of way. Her strength of character and situation had an increasingly calming effect on my lethargy. I stared at her consistently as she spoke, my tongue lightly moving over the rabbit’s blood along my teeth in thought as I did so. Only when a growl of speech rippled through her earthy throat did I withdraw from my previous study of her and return to my own thoughts. It was strange, this flattery of simple attention.
Yet despite her words of unfaltering kindness, I caught myself forcibly trying not to chuckle. It felt strange being coddled by a creature so much physically larger than me. My expression softened visibly, and I could feel the folds of furless skin ruffle in a childish sort of way across my face; merriment was surely lighting my eyes. She had a spirit of hardened survivability that normally would have produced stinging jealousy from me. The fact that I was able to look at her without spite was uplifting. Within my head, her complex words drifted with lazy connectivity:
“Est? Would you like to go on a hunt with me? Catch a few rabbits to help regain your strength.”
I paused then, my face falling lax with a sudden shame I’d been hoping to avoid. Hunting required that I transform, and she was unaware that I wasn’t able to do so.
A rush of images and words fell past my mind, each bringing fourth a weak excuse as to my inability to shift. I was too weak to do so? I didn’t feel like hunting? The rabbit had filled me up? These thoughts were calloused in the lie that was my body’s confused disease--but how to tell her? For a stretched moment, I simply gazed at her furred face, feeling the tug of longing at being able to slip from body to body with the ease that she was mindlessly used to. I licked my lips with quiet consideration and sat up, placing both bloody hands across the grass to brace myself.
“I actually…Can’t shift.”
The painful simplicity of these words held a weight that thundered hard in my chest; I felt my breathing falter as my heart raced with the footfalls of several galloping horses. In this moment of noisy stillness, I gazed at her face, trying to read an animalistic expression with Human eyes. I bit my lip in anticipation, fingers tightening within the reeds of grass across the forest floor. Werewolves are notoriously judgmental, but I could only hope I’d found the exception.
Re: Mothlight [Open] « Reply #7 on Aug 31, 2009, 12:17am »
When Est answered that he couldn't change I was quite confused. Was he still too weak? Hm? Well the hunt thing was out of the question. I looked at myself. I didn't want to stay in Tier form forever. I then looked at Est. If he couldn't transform then maybe he could walk. I wasn't going to ask him that. I began to grow a strong urge to be back in my human form. Even humans walked these forests and I wasn't about to get caught. Plus my run was pushed aside so why stay in Tier form?
I looked over my shoulder. I had to fetch my backpack. " If you can walk you can follow me. But if you can't, stay here " I growled. A vision of my wolf form came into my head and I felt my body changing again. Bones cracking. The slight pain and then sweet feel of transforming. I stretched my forelegs and wagged my tail. Wasting no time I dashed off toward my previous location.
My wolf form weaved in and out of the trees. It took me no time at all to find the spot where my backpack was. I shifted from my wolf form to human form. This time the pain was more stronger and morph more slower. Paws became claws which then became fleshy human hands. My furred body grew naked and was replaced by caramel colored skin. Wolf ears shrunk into human ears and the hair on my head was back to it's short style. It felt strange not to have a tail. I swiped my hand over the lower area of my back. If one saw they'd notice a butterfly tattoo there.
Quickly I dug through my backpack and put on my lace strap shirt, I didn't bother to tighten up the criss-cross lace on my blouse. I slipped on my underwear and pants and put on my black wedge sandals. Hopefully Est hadn't got here yet.
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