Post by Susie on Apr 3, 2008 21:16:14 GMT
It wasn't her fault. It really wasn't. If that man hadn't come so close to her, smelling so wrong then she wouldn't have had to change and she wouldn't have had to do what she'd done. It wasn't her fault. Susannah Darling, currently in the form of a three-foot tall black wolf, panted over the still form of the man who smelt of whiskey and dirt and all manner of things that instinct told her was bad but she didn't know how to define. Her muzzle dripped and beaded blood and saliva, her ribcage shifted and heaved as she pulled in breath after haggard breath, bright feral eyes staring down at the homeless man, his throat shredded, blood everywhere. Matting her fur together, making her senses go crazy with it, her brain was flooded with the coppery smell, the metallic taste of it rolling down the back of her throat. Briefly the wolf made a sound between a cough and a sneeze, an awkward motion.
Away. She had to get away form here, because she would be in trouble for this, this was a bad thing to have done, even if he had staggered towards her from the shadows, reaching to touch her hair. Blearily, as if through a filter, Susie could recall the moment when she had felt her eyes burn a brilliant gold, the exact second that the change had started, her muscles started to ache, her bones started to scream and everything had gotten blurry. Cracking bones, the snap of sinew and the shriek of the man as she'd lunged at him and carried his body down to the dirty ground and just... torn him to ribbons; it wasn't her fault though, he shouldn't have tried to touch her, should have left her alone like she'd said.
As if an electric jolt had just run through her limbs, Susie started and turned away from the corpse and the mess she had created in the back street. Running as fast and hard as she could, sticking close to the walls and the shadows there, getting away was all that she could think of, the only thing consuming her mind. As she moved the adrenaline brought on by the change and attack began to ebb away and she felt exhaustion seeping into her limbs, the wolf beginning to recede. She stopped in a darkened doorway, far away from the streets and any people who might be out and about to be unseen as the change reversed itself, her skull changed shaped, muzzle diminishing, eyes returning to their human blue. Susie gave a strangled cry of agony as her bones shifted and her wolfen tail disappeared, her spine pressing back into a shape that allowed for movement on two legs. When it was done she curled up in the corner of the doorway for a moment, limbs folded into a protective crouch, her weight set almost completely against the brickwork as she shook violently, aching all over.
Without a watch or any other way to measure time it slipped by marked only with the repetitive gasp and hitch of Susie's breathing. After a while, cold and hungry she peered out into the garbage filled street and then down at the torn shirt she was wearing she swallowed and felt tears burn in her eyes. When she had first stolen it the men's t-shirt had been white, now it was filthy, torn around the neck line, but at least it still covered her, swinging down around her knees. It was covered in horrible dark patches of blood, some dry and some fresh, from tonight. The blonde child wiped her face, the tears running tracks through the dirt there. There was blood on her hand when she took it away, her jaw was covered in it, it was up around her nose and mouth and Susie sobbed. What had she done this time? She couldn't remember. There had been that man lurching and swaying at her out of the darkness and then nothing. She couldn't remember, and yet she knew somehow that she had done something bad.
Dirty hands threaded into her short blonde hair. It was so loud in the city; the smells made her head ache and the lights made her eyes water. Susie just wanted to be somewhere quiet and calm and dark. On unsteady legs and bare feet that were bloodied and ct from broken glass and other garbage that she stepped on without a care, thinking only of staying out of harms way, out of the sight of people who might hurt her for being what she was, a monster, Susie pulled herself upright and staggered out of the doorway. Sticking to the backstreets she would go to the park, it was quiet there, she could hide there and maybe find somewhere to lie down and sleep for a while where she wouldn't be disturbed.
Continued in Blackwood Park.
Away. She had to get away form here, because she would be in trouble for this, this was a bad thing to have done, even if he had staggered towards her from the shadows, reaching to touch her hair. Blearily, as if through a filter, Susie could recall the moment when she had felt her eyes burn a brilliant gold, the exact second that the change had started, her muscles started to ache, her bones started to scream and everything had gotten blurry. Cracking bones, the snap of sinew and the shriek of the man as she'd lunged at him and carried his body down to the dirty ground and just... torn him to ribbons; it wasn't her fault though, he shouldn't have tried to touch her, should have left her alone like she'd said.
As if an electric jolt had just run through her limbs, Susie started and turned away from the corpse and the mess she had created in the back street. Running as fast and hard as she could, sticking close to the walls and the shadows there, getting away was all that she could think of, the only thing consuming her mind. As she moved the adrenaline brought on by the change and attack began to ebb away and she felt exhaustion seeping into her limbs, the wolf beginning to recede. She stopped in a darkened doorway, far away from the streets and any people who might be out and about to be unseen as the change reversed itself, her skull changed shaped, muzzle diminishing, eyes returning to their human blue. Susie gave a strangled cry of agony as her bones shifted and her wolfen tail disappeared, her spine pressing back into a shape that allowed for movement on two legs. When it was done she curled up in the corner of the doorway for a moment, limbs folded into a protective crouch, her weight set almost completely against the brickwork as she shook violently, aching all over.
Without a watch or any other way to measure time it slipped by marked only with the repetitive gasp and hitch of Susie's breathing. After a while, cold and hungry she peered out into the garbage filled street and then down at the torn shirt she was wearing she swallowed and felt tears burn in her eyes. When she had first stolen it the men's t-shirt had been white, now it was filthy, torn around the neck line, but at least it still covered her, swinging down around her knees. It was covered in horrible dark patches of blood, some dry and some fresh, from tonight. The blonde child wiped her face, the tears running tracks through the dirt there. There was blood on her hand when she took it away, her jaw was covered in it, it was up around her nose and mouth and Susie sobbed. What had she done this time? She couldn't remember. There had been that man lurching and swaying at her out of the darkness and then nothing. She couldn't remember, and yet she knew somehow that she had done something bad.
Dirty hands threaded into her short blonde hair. It was so loud in the city; the smells made her head ache and the lights made her eyes water. Susie just wanted to be somewhere quiet and calm and dark. On unsteady legs and bare feet that were bloodied and ct from broken glass and other garbage that she stepped on without a care, thinking only of staying out of harms way, out of the sight of people who might hurt her for being what she was, a monster, Susie pulled herself upright and staggered out of the doorway. Sticking to the backstreets she would go to the park, it was quiet there, she could hide there and maybe find somewhere to lie down and sleep for a while where she wouldn't be disturbed.
Continued in Blackwood Park.