Moon.

[witchscauldron]

A silent white eye tracks overhead, too bright to sensitive eyes. Longing to howl. Craving release. A taste like cold iron in the mouth, burning. Muscles ache and twinge. Cram it in, push it down. Sighing. Gaze out the window again. Wish for a city to vanish, neighbours to disappear, something to chase that isn't a dream. Fangs prick the lips, a reminder of what isn't allowed. Deny it. Chain it. Forget it.

There is no place in the human world for a wolf.

Comments

agrees wih sil

[shadaria.livejournal.com]

theres lots of places around here she and i could take you to run. hell the field just across teh street from my place is pretty good size and maybe 2 other houses nearby, but night time howling wouldnt be thought as odd. there are lots of coyotes round here