This was it. His first full moon, which meant that his first victim had to be found tonight. Whether he was turning or killing, someone had to be a victim. Dylan had lost all sense of regret and compassion now after his training with Moira. He was now a part of James's pack and he had to show his loyalty. Moira had been preparing him for this, she had been training him to be able to keep up with prey and to kill or turn someone. Now was his time to show what he had learned.
It was his time to show his loyalty.
Shortly before the sun had set, Dylan Davies had escaped from the Ravenclaw common room and headed down to the forest. He'd been in there when the sun set and the moon came out. He stood in the middle of a clearing, watching as the moon set into its place and once the moon's rays hit him, his transformation began. The pain he felt had been as bad as Moira had described to him. He knew that he had to get through it though, otherwise his training would have been for nothing.
As his human figure begame to transfigurate into that of a Werewolf, Dylan was forced onto his knees and he gripped the ground underneath his palms as his hands turned into paws, his nails grew longer and sharper. His mouth elongated into a snout and his canine teeth grew longer, long enough to poke out of his mouth. His spine changed and morphed into that of a canine and hair began to sprout all along his body. Soon the transformation was complete and Dylan lay on his side for a few moments, his chest rising up and down before he stood up and shook his head.
His senses had heightened and he was able to hear things around him that he couldn't hear as a human. He soon heard panting and leaves crunching under someone's feet. Perfect. he thought. His victim was in the forest and it seemed to already be running away without knowing he was coming after it already. The person must have noticed it was the full moon, no doubt. They must be in a hurry to leave so they don't get hurt.
This would be fun.
Dylan began to run toward the person who was trying to escape the forest. The scent seemed like that of a female and Dylan licked his lips. He reached the girl rather quickly but he kept his distance at first, when he noticed that she seemed injured. She must have fallen or something and hurt her leg or ankle. It seemed to be her ankle by the way she was walking though. Without much thought to it, Dylan ran past the girl and stopped in front of her, cutting her off from her escape route. He let out a low growl to try to intimidate her.
by Jamie Griggory Fri Nov 08, 2013 2:44 pm
