I watched as the moon rose slowly over the horizon. Her light tickled my skin and filled me with boundless energy. My eyes began to glow bright amber. I yelled at the top of my voice, but no matter how loud I yelled it felt like I would never be able to fully express my full joy tonight. For tonight was the night of change, it was the night of the full moon.
I began to run forward, across the field of grass, rushing towards the rising moon. Fur sprouted out across my entire body, uninhibited by my clothes. My hands and feet turned into paws of great strength, my head morphed, shaping into a long, pointed muzzle, and a tail sprouted out of my backside. In one seamless change my weak human body had become a sleek and powerful wolf. Now, not only could I feel the full moon but smell her wonderful aroma, taste her mouth-watering flavor, hear her beautiful music, and see the sight that would leave all speechless. I am commanded by none, and admired by all. I am a Werewolf.
Chapter 1
I tried not to notice all the humans watching me as I sipped my scalding tea. Their eyes followed my every move, even down to the slightest twitch of my tail and ears. I wasn’t even halfway to the inn before I had most of the village following me. I sighed, knowing that I should be used to this kind of attention by now, but their stares always gave me the creeps. I
I jumped when I suddenly felt someone’s hands grab my tail. My face flushed with embarrassment and anger that someone would grab me in such perverse way. I was about to turn around and backhand the sick pervert until I saw that it was young human pup of about five years. He stared up at me with his sad green eyes, his clothes dirty and torn, and with my strong sense of smell I could tell he hadn’t probably bathed in months.
“Could you tell the gods to help my mommy, Miss Angel?” he asked his voice too heartbroken for someone his age. “She’s sick, Miss Angel, and we have no money, but you could ask the gods to make her better.”
Whether gods existed or not, I wasn’t sure, but in my heart I knew I would never be able to tell this boy that there was nothing I could do. I reached into the sack of coins at my waist and pulled out a gold terra.
His eyes sparkled when I put the coin in his hand and said, “Take this and go get your mommy a doctor,” I said. “The gods told me that if you get your mother to the doctor she will be all right.” I didn’t feel right lying to the kid, but I knew that he needed hope.
“Thank you, Miss Angel,” the boy said excitedly. He bowed quickly, and ran out the door.
I leaned back in my chair, and did my best to control my emotions. It seemed that in every village or town I went to some human without hope was asking for my help. Humans, for whatever reason, believed my kind were beings sent down from their gods to help them, and as far as I knew, none of my race believed in a god. We were people of the here and now, never worrying about the past, and not fretting over the future.
I sat up and sighed. Picking up my tea, I stood up and walked over to the bar setting it down. The bartender from me to the cup of tea, and back to me again. He looked almost fretful, as if I was somehow displeased with him. “Is something wrong with your tea, ma’am?” he asked.
“No,” replied, sitting down on a stool. “But I could something strong. The strongest of whatever you got.” The man pulled out a bottle of amber liquid and poured it into a small glass. I grabbed the glass and downed it in one gulp. It burned all the way down, and I felt my emotions begin to melt away with it. “More.” He poured me another glass-full and I downed that as quickly as I had done the first.
As the night descended I could barely make my way to my room. I could barely focus my mind long enough to get my door open and stumble in. I shut the door behind me and collapsed onto my bed. Lying there, I could hear all the people who had asked me for years to help the, knowing I could do nothing for them. I cried, curling into a ball, trying to make myself as small and insignificant as I felt.
*The first part I wrote a while ago, and have been wanting to base a story off of it. The second part is a result of the first. On my character I want a female opinion mostly because I am a guy and I want to see if I captured a good female attitude for my MC.*
I also really like some of your descriptions. The first paragraph of the prologue, for example. That bit actually seemed very feminine as well, come to think of it. There were quite a few areas where I really liked the descriptions.
