Sion
When I shifted into my lycan form it was easy…natural. My lycan always stood in the light, we ran in the sun, I knew the feeling of that beast. I understood it… it was me.
Shifting into this… this new foreign form… was anything but simple. I didn’t have control over it as my body began to change. I didn’t recognize this; it was as if its cold fingers gripped into me.
Pain.
Agony.
Sorrow.
Doubt.
Darkness.
Cold.
Unfeeling.
Hurt.
Loneliness.
Regret…
In waves it beat against me, as a shadow it encircled me. Like razor blades it cut into me bleeding out the light inside of me. The air was no longer fresh… it was thick and musty. Magma was rippling through my veins, and I fell to my knees. The world clouded over as the brightness receded.
Volcanic pressure raced throu
