08-18-2013, 09:56 PM
Charlotte is there homid-shaped, human-skinned, looking rather like a scarecrow whose limbs are too long and skinny for her body. Her hair seems to have been dip-dyed pink over its native, shining platinum, though perhaps it has merely started growing out and she has not yet renewed the pink. She is wearing jeans and a raglan SPRING t-shirt in a heathered green and gray and walks beside Erich-wolf with a suprisingly long gait through the woods as the rite begins.
- and when the rite begins, Charlotte shifts. Spends some of her rage to erupt into her wolf-skin because she knows the site of the moon, pregnant and full and gleaming down on them will return it to her the first time she looks up.
As a wolf Charlotte is a leggy adolescent yes, but still: pure white, pure blooded, pure, gleaming, moon-lit promise. And also, as they all must surely know: mad, somehow, beneath her skin.
- and when the rite begins, Charlotte shifts. Spends some of her rage to erupt into her wolf-skin because she knows the site of the moon, pregnant and full and gleaming down on them will return it to her the first time she looks up.
As a wolf Charlotte is a leggy adolescent yes, but still: pure white, pure blooded, pure, gleaming, moon-lit promise. And also, as they all must surely know: mad, somehow, beneath her skin.
But my heart is wild and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula