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Here's mine. (werewolf! heh)

Her kind was supposed to move together in packs. It was in their blood, their instincts, their everything. But not her, she wandered alone, for there were none like her here. Small country towns tend not to play host to her kind. Painted dangerous, painted insane, and painted deadly her kind were not welcome any where. Lest of all here, a disgustingly proper small town where everybody knew each other and woe betide any one who was out of place. Anyone like Duana, Duana looked like the average teenager round the small town of Ravensden. Well groomed, well mannered but unlike others her age there was something different. Around her, dogs would back up whimpering, all animals began to cause a fuss, and children who couldn’t yet speak would cry or shy away. That was when the peace was disrupted, when she and her family moved in.

At first it wasn’t a problem. Old ladies dressed in dresses and shawls peered out from their rocking chair at the front window where they religiously spied upon the coming and goings of the town activity. One particular one, Miriam, had a front row seat right in front of Duana’s new house. All day and most for the evening Miriam would sit, cup of tea in one hand, high powered binoculars in the other whilst the family moved around inside their home with no curtains. Instantly a profile of the two females had been passed around the close town.
“Miriam here, have you seen the new people in house 7?....Yes, yes I know, black hair, green eyes, slender as a birch tree, yeah…as though you could snap her just by breathing on her…..yeah, hope they aren’t trouble makers……no, no of course not…… mother is much the same…..oh no, no father at all, another new age family, single mother……yes child mustn’t be spoilt…best go now, tea is getting cold…..bingo? ahh yes…..definatly see you there Ethel.” Eventually the talk around town settled down as the family began to socialize and slowly infiltrate the tight social circles. In being part of the gossip circles Duana’s mother, Silvia, avoided being spoken about. Her father had disappeared many years ago and Duana never gave him a second thought. The family of two seemed normal enough, Duana attending the local high school, creating her own group of friends there, settling into the small town life easily. But there was something so un-small-townish about Duana. Duana had been bitten two years ago by a wolf. White trails of scar tissue angrily streaked across her tanned skin served as her proof, but these scars were not anything she showed off proudly. These scars were a constant painful reminder of why she couldn’t be like everyone else. Every night as the moonlight hit the streets, bathed the pavement in a soft white light, touched Duana’s scar tissue, she lost herself. Lost herself to a creature of the night who was dangerous, who was a killer and who shouldn’t be let free. During the day she attended the local high school, perfect record, perfect grade but by night she roamed the forest that surrounded the quiet town with a pack of timber wolves who had accepted her into their fold. She covered it up well enough; by avoiding sleepovers and a lot of social activities that happened once the moon rose she could avoid the town’s interest. But that’s easy to a girl of just thirteen years old. As she grew older it became harder to come up with excuses to stay at home. After several months of successfully staying home and locking herself in her room Duana’s presence was demanded at a sleepover with the group of girl’s who her friends were at school.
“If you don’t come you simply can’t be one of us, you miss out on all our meetings and stuff ‘cos you don’t come!” Gemma told her, thrusting a beautifully decorated invitation in her hands. Walking of with the other girls as the school bell struck Duana leant against her locker staring at invitation with dismay. She would have to go, but must be careful lest there be a tragic accident.

That night went smoothly, all her skin covered up it was nearly impossible for her to get any moonlight, as long as curtains stayed shut and she did not look at the moon then her wolf would stay inside her, dormant. But the girls had other ideas. A round of truth or dare went around, a dare was given to Duana, she had to be blind folded and be taken any where she had to dance the can-can. All would have been fine if they had not taken her jacket and led her outside. Laughing and dancing she suddenly felt a jolt of pain down her spine. Realizing she was outside she screamed and threw the blindfold off. Looking directly at the moon lashing at her bare skin she screamed louder. Her bones beginning to elongate, her face stretching out until her nose became a wet, black snout, her eyes shrunk and became black dots with white lights than danced inside them. A thick coarse hair grew all over her body and her limbs became strong muscles. Breasts shrank into her chest which molded into touch muscle, her chest swelling for the larger lungs. Dropping to all fours she growled and whined, howled and screamed. A pitiful halfing creature writhing in pain on the floor. The girls ran away terrified, shouts of shot guns and fathers were yelled to each other running in separate ways. Now in her wolven counterpart she panted and howled sprinting away with spring bound leaps towards her meeting place. Their meeting place.

She turned and ran up the hill to perch on the flat crypt, straining on her haunches. Howling at full moon, calling those like her to the cemetery. The wolves gathered and howled in unison, discordant screeches that blended to create hair raising cadences, rising and falling with the imperfect notes shattering the night’s silence. A silence blared louder than a raging waterfall as the pack silenced the dominant female climbing down to her place on the crypt. A short, sharp howl pierced the sleep air as Duana began to lope easily down the path between the untended graves, out the gate to where the forest that surrounded the slow town sheltered their kind.

YES! oh god yes. GO LIZARD BOY!