I See A Bad Moon Rising...

[Vixyn]

The cool night air felt wonderful as it sifted through her soft auburn fur, her muzzle tipped to the sky as she bound over fallen trees and rocks along the mountain side. Her padded paws made barely a sound as they connected with rain-dampened leaves and branches; the night air itself was alive with the sound of wildlife scurrying about. She could smell tiny rodents and rabbits, could sense their fear but she wasn't hungry. Her attentions were focused on simply enjoying the night for what it was.

Eventually, though, she would tire and came to a trotting stop, pink textured tongue lolling out of her mouth as she panted lightly and shook vigorously once to dispel water droplets, like liquid diamonds, from her coat. With a little annoyed growl, she rubbed her nose alongside her leg, getting an inch she couldn't otherwise scratch. When that didn't work, the little female fox let out a rather humanoid sigh...

...and Changed.

It wasn't like what you saw in the horror movies; there was no breaking of bones, no screaming, no blood or anything like that. It was a smooth, fluid motion that was actually beautiful in its unnatural metamorphoses. Her limbs elongated and bones gently rearranged painlessly, fur melted into smooth, pale, flawless flesh save for the curtain of hair that kissed her sculpted back. Her eyes remained the same; still cunning and deep and introspective and animalistic, but now the female held a human's face, the bridge of her nose and her cheeks sprinkled lightly with pale freckles.

In the place of the fox stood a young woman, naked completely, and now she would raise her hand and scratch the side of her nose with a tiny satisfied smile. "Ahhhh..." she murmured, tilting her head from side to side. "Nothing like opposable thumbs."

[Nightshadow]

Nightshadow walked slowly through the mountains. She looked almost like a ghost in her white silk dress. The material clung to her body and she sighed as her bare free crunched the grass. Her master liked it when she wore white. He said it made her look sexier, she just thought he had a thing for virgins

She touched the trees lightly the wind playing with her long black hair. She felt a chill go through her as she felt a nearby prescence. It was like her own. A werewolf maybe? She had never seen another of her kind outside her master's home. Of course she rarely traveled outside her lord's house either. He was just so busy lately. She was going to spend a few days out here letting out her wolf. She had left him a note saying she would be back soon, though she was sure he would be angry for not asking. By not he should have known that she wasn't going to run off on him. She was way too loyal

She sniffed the air and smell femme. She wanted to see this other creature. Vampyres were common to her but the only wolves in the house were her master's pets like herself. Oh how she hated those pets, but this one was free. She would never understand that concept. She preferred to be strapped to her master at all times

[Vixyn]

If Vixyn had still had her fox ears, they would have instantly swung forwards in a gesture of extreme attention and alertness as she detected the sound of soft footsteps falling over the dry underbrush. Out of instinct she froze, muscles tense as her golden eyes widened and swung towards the sound, her nose going like crazy as she tried to catch the scent on the wind. Luckily, whoever was coming towards her was upwind of her, the scent particles carried on the air down towards Vixyn to assault her senses with information.

Female, definitely female, and not human. A Were, like herself, but unlike herself. Not of her breed--not a fox. And in that moment, Vixyn recoiled sharply, a bolt of cold terror trailing icy fingers down her spine.

If she had still had fur, her hackles would have risen.

On the scent of the female Were approaching clung the smell of a Vampire, the scent of subservience and slavery. This was a Vampire's pet coming towards her, and everything in Vixyn told her to flee. She had never met a Vampire face-to-face, had only heard hushed stories whispered amongst her den. They entrapped Weres in silver, made them slaves, kept them as domesticated playthings.

Slowly, feet moving soundlessly across the ground, Vixyn began to sink back into the sanctuary of the trees, hunching down close to the ground and moving with an agility that came with being a Fox. Wolfs were strong and agile as well, but Foxes were cunning, swift, sly...and masters at hiding away when they wanted to.

With wide eyes in a pale, perfect face, Vixyn waited, crouched stealthily behind an old, moss-covered tree.

[Nightshadow]

Nightshadow stepped into the grove where Vixyn had been moments before. she could definitely smell it now. Even in her human form the scent of fox was all around. She was sure the little creature had either run off or was hiding somewhere. She hated how foxes always thought she was trying to eat them. Really all she wanted was someone to talk to outside of her master's palace

"If only, if only." The moon speaks no reply
Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by.
Be strong, my weary wolf, turn around boldly.
Fly high, my baby bird, my angel, my only."

Nightshadow softly snag to herself as she sat down. She wrapped her arms around her knees and looked up to the sky. The great white moon above held her entraced as she smiled.

"If only..."