the curse of being a werewolf isn't in the changing. it's in the changing back.

roughly 30 transwoman trying to live her best life
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catgirl android
the curse of being a werewolf isn't in the changing. it's in the changing back.
god, you get that taste of it and then it's snatched away from you again... leaving a void that's just itching for the next full moon
It's sort of eldritch horror in a way, a new kind of awareness that is opened up to you, sensory, instinctual, realer-than-real... only to be taken away afterwards, and now you can do nothing but simmer in the knowledge that your ordinary, limited perspective cannot even fully recall what that experience was like, let alone relate it to anyone else.