@thespianTestified — #body

'Vexar stared at the half moon with longing, staring through the glass of his bedroom window. He never knew he could feel for such longing, for the longest the moon was only something of a painful reminder, a curse that gripped his being down to his very bones. He thought on his last cycle, the last full moon. He had struggled through aching joints and painful migraines to chain himself to the support pole of his basement. He hadn't realized he was not alone until he had felt a comforting hand on his back, easing newly grown fur and growing bone out from splitting skin. At some point, during the midst o...Read more