Tonight, tonight, tonight. That's what it's all about. The full moon beaming down. Though some can't enjoy it, and that's always a shame. It was always a shame for Brienne, who never experienced it before she met Daniel, who made the potion to clear her mind. However, that wasn't always helpful, or not as helpful as she wanted it to be. The Wolfsbane would only take effect to make her mind clear, but not her body, of her ailment. She honestly couldn't handle that anymore. She couldn't handle being a werewolf as much as she had to suffer with it. However, there were some hidden perks which she'd never considered nor ever seen in action.
She sipped the foul liquid, it burned her throat and tongue. She had her radio equipment out to listen to a strange local numbers station she was trying to trace. It wasn't a Muggle operation, since it only broadcast within the limits of the Wizard World. Daniel brought it to her attention when he'd turned on a radio. She began obsessively listening to it, and trying to trace its origins. She knew she'd probably never know the origins of the number station, but she'd try.
Suddenly, a feeling of dread came over her. Dread for herself. She knocked over her radio, which was battery powered. It took a nasty tumble and shattered on a few rocks below. She hadn't realized it would come on this quick, it was only....oh shoot. She'd underestimated the time that passed. It was dark, a million twinkles above her, and the accursed pearly orb. Someone would die tonight, and it wouldn't be her. She imagined there were a few others like her in the world right about now, who'd be undergoing this cursed transformation.
Her ears extended painfully, like a shot to the head. It burned horribly. Unfortunately, unlike the shot to the head, the pain wouldn't end. She quickly stripped herself, as she didn't want to ruin her clothes. Her muscle mass increased tenfold, claws ripping from her hands and feet. She belted out a loud shriek, like a banshee but worse. She felt her heart hammer in her chest at an amazingly fast, but disturbing rate. Fur grew over her body. She was transformed. She felt energized, but no better. Though she still had her mentality intact.
She felt herself run, chasing after some delicious scent. Delicious to her dog-side, but not to her. It smelled like....buck urine. Disgusting, but she felt compelled to chase it. She picked up the trail, soon coming upon the poor unfortunate deer standing there. He ran, but was no match for the wolf. Brienne pounced upon him, her claws seemed to seek areas with a pulse. They ripped into the neck with ferocity, coating her paws with blood. Warm, delicious blood. She dug into the corpse, eating the fresh flesh that lumped under her. She snarled in triumph, ripping offal and muscle away from bone. Hide was tossed aside. Wait, what was she doing? She was eating. Her logical side knew that, but she was eating raw meat. She tucked her logical, human mind away temporarily while she ate. That same mind that failed to stop her from killing the deer in the first place.