The rain drenched
her.
The leaves were
soaking wet, and they stuck on the dirt road like a carpet, forming a dense and
shiny weave. Looking closely at the pine needles, Emily could glimpse some
drops of rainwater. They got stuck in the mud on the irregular green surface
and set, showing themselves as light reflected off a mirror.
The cloudy afternoon
was winding down, but the moment had not yet arrived.
The extreme
impatience strongly urged her to set out on foot, and she forgot her cape at
the lodgings. It was hanging up in one of the rooms at the Dragonfly Inn. The
night was coming.
Raindrops cleaved
through the air, and she was soaking wet. She loved the rain, especially when
she walked nude. She got undressed quickly, and she felt the rain run down her
naked body in tiny rivulets, following her curves.
She remembered
herself wearing an old, purple rose dress that dripped down on the floor in
that rainy night, like blood traces. It had been her first time. And it had
been ages ago.
The moon was high in
the sky overhead, shining brightly through the clouds.
The transformation
was about to happen, and she would be able to feel memories about that good
night when she tore up that old dress. And she felt so sad about that.
Since then, she
pre-emptively bared herself.
Her body then
started to change. She could smell animals’ blood, and she closed her eyes
trying to visualise their palpitating jugular vein. She was hungry and excited,
and all of a sudden she shouted frighteningly to the full moon.
She was now ready
for hunting.
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