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1. Whether born what you were or afflicted, show us your first transformation, and what it was like.

As the days passed as well as the night. Vicky's father sensed her changing more and more. She was becoming much more aggitated about things and however much she tried to focus Vicky would just lose it. Unable to do her homework like she was supposed to. Thankfully the full moon was on a Saturaday that particular month and it was a good time to get her out of the house.
After packing her things for a special campout. Her mother bid them farewell and have a good time. Oh yes, she knew what her husband was, and at first she was not too keen about it, but soon accepted it after realizing that her husband did so much for her and had a great disposition. Having an extra strong man in the house made things much easier and safer. Not once had a robber break into their home. So werewolves definately had usefullness.

Neither Vicky nor her father liked driving anywhere. They both prefered to walk. So much more to smell and look at without steel and windows to block it. Not to mention it was good for the legs! Their trekking led them far off from Sligo Ireland. There was so much land to be had there. Lots of farming opportunities. Anyhow, when they reached their destination. Which was nice and peaceful and close to a stream. A good place to do a bit of fishing for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Heck, maybe even some rabbits and other animals could be taken down. Her father could certainly do that if he wanted. Though, for some reason he stuck by her. Not leaving her out of his sight. She really had no idea why but she was going to soon find out when the night came.

"How are you feeling Vicky?" he asked her casually as if nothing was wrong.

"I feel, kinda....strange. Like...something wants to come out of me. We came here for a reason didn't we dad," Vicky finally brought up the reason for this trip.

"Yes, that can happen. I can't really remember how my first transformation went but... I do remember it would be a bit...painful. And...yes that's why we're here. So you can be away from other people to avoid any complications," he replied and moved a hand to rub the back of his neck fur. It was clear he was holding some things back. Not wishing for her to worry.

"Uh...what do you mean by complications? What the heck's gonna happen?" Now she was freak out. This was rather scary for her, what was going to happen during her first transformation? Pain...ok maybe she could handle it, complications? WHAT COMPLICATIONS??!! The information was like something a person in a hospital would be feeling. "I'm sorry sir but there were some....complications with your operations." The fear in that could be overwhelming. This fear she was feeling began to start the trigger to shifting. With the moon out and a strong emotion building up in herself. It was the perfect combination for instinct to kick in. Her expression turned from worry to something painful.

"Ok dear, this is it. It's alright, let it takeover," her father said stood back to watch. Being able to shift at will he would do so. Just so he would have a bit of extra protection with all that fur as well as show her that he would be there with her. Be the same form as she was. Perhaps it would help her cope with it just a little bit more when it was over.

"Ahh!!! The...pain," she said then a popping sound was ushered. A feralistic muzzle was pushed out from her face. Pigmentation began to change as dark fur began to sprout from her face and body. Clothes began to be torn off as everything began changing.

"That's it, try to relax...I know it's painful," her father frowned as he watched his daughter feel such a thing. Pain was something he did his upmost for her to not feel. Sadly, this pain had to come sometime. As Vicky was changing he felt such pride, and a even stronger bond with her. They were both werewolves.

As Vicky shifted more, a soft growl would soon grow louder from her throat. The more she changed the more a smile crept over her father's face. Shifting pain would soon be gone and everything would be alright. Her pelt colorations began to form much stronger now. Slowly developing into what would be her full pelt colors. As these developed and he saw what pigment would cover over her chest and tail he began to quickly go back to a bit of a frown. This coloration ment something. Something he would have to explain to her when it over, and he hoped she wouldn't take it personally; if she had certain ideas of wishing to be something overly great and powerful.

Finally the transformation was completed. The pain was soon slipped into relaxation. This itself soothed any rage she had during the shifting. Thank goodness her father would not become a victim!

"You done! Proud!" he said and moved over to her to give her a nice, big, werewolf hug. Then patted her on the back as he pulled himself away to look at her. She was quite the beauty. Twas a shame not many humans would accepted creatures such as werewolves. He was fortunate to find a human woman who accepted him for what he was when he finally told her. "This werewolf form," he added then fell silent. Wanting to know what she thought.

"I...have fur...." she replied. Perhaps in a feralistic tongue of sorts.

"Yes...yes werewolf have fur. What you think? Bit painful yes, but look at you! You lot taller and more meaty," he chuckled roughly a bit in a low tone and shook her a bit playfully. "Oh...and uh...I no idea coloration you be before turning. Now that look over you you have colors that...not fall certain standard of werewolf pack...." her father fell silent as he collected the right words to tell her the news.

"How do mean?" she said and looked over herself, then looked back up at him in confusion.

"White...upon chest and tail. They are signals of scout. You be spotted easy in dark. As long as keep it hidden from sight you be alright, but it useful if you spot danger. You signal white on your chest or tail to warn pack. Do understand? I sorry my Vicky, but you do not have the pelt of a leader pelt. If only white was not there," he said and folded his arms. Seeming a bit displeased at this fact.

Though her first change had been overcome, her future seemed not so easy.

artwork + characters (c) me 2011

Description
1. Whether born what you were or afflicted, show us your first transformation, and what it was like.

As the days passed as well as the night. Vicky's father sensed her changing more and more. She was becoming much more aggitated about things and however much she tried to focus Vicky would just lose it. Unable to do her homework like she was supposed to. Thankfully the full moon was on a Saturaday that particular month and it was a good time to get her out of the house.
After packing her things for a special campout. Her mother bid them farewell and have a good time. Oh yes, she knew what her husband was, and at first she was not too keen about it, but soon accepted it after realizing that her husband did so much for her and had a great disposition. Having an extra strong man in the house made things much easier and safer. Not once had a robber break into their home. So werewolves definately had usefullness.

Neither Vicky nor her father liked driving anywhere. They both prefered to walk. So much more to smell and look at without steel and windows to block it. Not to mention it was good for the legs! Their trekking led them far off from Sligo Ireland. There was so much land to be had there. Lots of farming opportunities. Anyhow, when they reached their destination. Which was nice and peaceful and close to a stream. A good place to do a bit of fishing for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Heck, maybe even some rabbits and other animals could be taken down. Her father could certainly do that if he wanted. Though, for some reason he stuck by her. Not leaving her out of his sight. She really had no idea why but she was going to soon find out when the night came.

"How are you feeling Vicky?" he asked her casually as if nothing was wrong.

"I feel, kinda....strange. Like...something wants to come out of me. We came here for a reason didn't we dad," Vicky finally brought up the reason for this trip.

"Yes, that can happen. I can't really remember how my first transformation went but... I do remember it would be a bit...painful. And...yes that's why we're here. So you can be away from other people to avoid any complications," he replied and moved a hand to rub the back of his neck fur. It was clear he was holding some things back. Not wishing for her to worry.

"Uh...what do you mean by complications? What the heck's gonna happen?" Now she was freak out. This was rather scary for her, what was going to happen during her first transformation? Pain...ok maybe she could handle it, complications? WHAT COMPLICATIONS??!! The information was like something a person in a hospital would be feeling. "I'm sorry sir but there were some....complications with your operations." The fear in that could be overwhelming. This fear she was feeling began to start the trigger to shifting. With the moon out and a strong emotion building up in herself. It was the perfect combination for instinct to kick in. Her expression turned from worry to something painful.

"Ok dear, this is it. It's alright, let it takeover," her father said stood back to watch. Being able to shift at will he would do so. Just so he would have a bit of extra protection with all that fur as well as show her that he would be there with her. Be the same form as she was. Perhaps it would help her cope with it just a little bit more when it was over.

"Ahh!!! The...pain," she said then a popping sound was ushered. A feralistic muzzle was pushed out from her face. Pigmentation began to change as dark fur began to sprout from her face and body. Clothes began to be torn off as everything began changing.

"That's it, try to relax...I know it's painful," her father frowned as he watched his daughter feel such a thing. Pain was something he did his upmost for her to not feel. Sadly, this pain had to come sometime. As Vicky was changing he felt such pride, and a even stronger bond with her. They were both werewolves.

As Vicky shifted more, a soft growl would soon grow louder from her throat. The more she changed the more a smile crept over her father's face. Shifting pain would soon be gone and everything would be alright. Her pelt colorations began to form much stronger now. Slowly developing into what would be her full pelt colors. As these developed and he saw what pigment would cover over her chest and tail he began to quickly go back to a bit of a frown. This coloration ment something. Something he would have to explain to her when it over, and he hoped she wouldn't take it personally; if she had certain ideas of wishing to be something overly great and powerful.

Finally the transformation was completed. The pain was soon slipped into relaxation. This itself soothed any rage she had during the shifting. Thank goodness her father would not become a victim!

"You done! Proud!" he said and moved over to her to give her a nice, big, werewolf hug. Then patted her on the back as he pulled himself away to look at her. She was quite the beauty. Twas a shame not many humans would accepted creatures such as werewolves. He was fortunate to find a human woman who accepted him for what he was when he finally told her. "This werewolf form," he added then fell silent. Wanting to know what she thought.

"I...have fur...." she replied. Perhaps in a feralistic tongue of sorts.

"Yes...yes werewolf have fur. What you think? Bit painful yes, but look at you! You lot taller and more meaty," he chuckled roughly a bit in a low tone and shook her a bit playfully. "Oh...and uh...I no idea coloration you be before turning. Now that look over you you have colors that...not fall certain standard of werewolf pack...." her father fell silent as he collected the right words to tell her the news.

"How do mean?" she said and looked over herself, then looked back up at him in confusion.

"White...upon chest and tail. They are signals of scout. You be spotted easy in dark. As long as keep it hidden from sight you be alright, but it useful if you spot danger. You signal white on your chest or tail to warn pack. Do understand? I sorry my Vicky, but you do not have the pelt of a leader pelt. If only white was not there," he said and folded his arms. Seeming a bit displeased at this fact.

Though her first change had been overcome, her future seemed not so easy.

artwork + characters (c) me 2011