Yes. You wake up and realise that you have escaped the cellar you hide in during full moon. The sun is warm on your skin, but there is a strange taste in your mouth. When you lift you hand to your face your skin is sticky.
It's not fresh blood you realize, but sap. Drawn by your beaver instincts you have gone to your beloved's garden. There at your feet is their prized Japanese Maple, fallen from it's proud height by your animal savagery.
They must never find out. Not after the days they have spent feeding and watering the tree; the weeks of delicate pruning and their devoted care of their tree. You must get the wood chips off your face before they see you.
Your dentist however will be pleased as you have trashed your implants - again.
Re: Fic Discussion - an island entire of itself
You wake up and realise that you have escaped the cellar you hide in during full moon. The sun is warm on your skin, but there is a strange taste in your mouth. When you lift you hand to your face your skin is sticky.
It's not fresh blood you realize, but sap. Drawn by your beaver instincts you have gone to your beloved's garden. There at your feet is their prized Japanese Maple, fallen from it's proud height by your animal savagery.
They must never find out. Not after the days they have spent feeding and watering the tree; the weeks of delicate pruning and their devoted care of their tree. You must get the wood chips off your face before they see you.
Your dentist however will be pleased as you have trashed your implants - again.