Snippet #1669289

James Smith
"You guys feeling it yet?"
If James could have responded he would have said yes, or maybe he wouldn't have done, who really knows. He could feel his bones become lighter and his muscles heavier at the same time. The vibrating which some would call painful though to him it was refreshing and sometimes relaxing tingle. James didn't try and hide his smile as his eyes started to brighten. It would not be long now and when the time came he would be truely free of his human bonds, well except his disease which travelled with him to even this form, which sometimes he cursed but other times he praised. He looked over at Harry, their moon ages were a fair distance apart, meaning that James would always feel the change fist then Harry after about ten minutes.
Lately Harry had been saying that changing for him had been getting harder, though he wrote it off as only having been a werewolf for a year now, though James was worried. He may have been overreacting but he felt that the cause was probably much worse than simple inexperience.


Harry King
Harry sighed, already some of the others had started to experience their changes, James being one of them. He hated being one of the last ones that changed. It meant for a short period of time that everyone had left him again for a better exsitence someplace else, which always reminded him of a line he had heard one of his family say at his parent's funeral, though most likely not of spite. But how was it supposed to be a comfort? Harry did not know the answer and probably never would until maybe he had a grandchild of his own and could tell them the same thing, but that was a long way off and maybe not even possible. Most people saw Harry as a spoilt rich kid who had now been kicked into the world which others had to live in.
He sighed, decicding against having another hot-dog, he had lost his appeitite for now. He just hopd, more than anything, that his loved ones wouldn't leave him again... he hoped... but hoping cannot stand against fate.