Post by SAMANTHA ENOLA ULEY on Feb 17, 2023 6:51:49 GMT
*twerk in progress*
One foot in front of the other was getting harder and harder for Sam. The moonlight illuminated her path, but somehow it still seemed a little blurry. She tried to shake her head to clear herself of the feeling, but that only made it worse. A grunt of frustration left her lips as she looked for forest trail instead of pavement. She knew most of the hunters were most likely fast asleep in a drunken stupor as she was literally the last patron to leave the local pub that night. She hoped they weren’t out with their guns with one squinty eye down a barrel, but by the way the bartender was talking about their intellect, she wouldn’t put it past them.
The woman swayed in the moonlight, her arms crossed as her breath turned into cloudy whispers of anger and exhaustion, redemption and recklessness.
When Sam reached a park on the edge of the woods in Forks, she sat down on a bench and took off her boots and socks, tucking the latter into the former and hiding them behind a trashcan to retrieve later (if she remembered). She looked around, making sure she was alone, and although her senses were slightly depressed, she thought she had not been followed. She slipped into the woods, and instead of crossing her arms she threw them up in ecstasy feeling the dirt beneath her feet. She closed her eyes, running her hands down either side of her face and neck before feeling the curves of her body. When she reached her jeans she undid them, stumbling greatly once they were to her knees. The woman found a tree and used it to balance as she took off the denim, kicking her feet out of them wildly. She left them there in that spot as if she were raptured up, but it only took her a few more feet until she crossed her arms over the bottom hem of her flannel and lifted it up over head, getting stuck on the buttons. She stopped in her tracks, swaying slightly as she struggled in the speckled light of the moon peeking through the canopy of the treetops. She was stuck, and being bipedal was no longer working for her.
She arched her back, giggling and groaning sounds coming off of the woman as she felt her body change. The sensations were all off. The condensation in the air thickening as her breath grew more rapid with her transformation.
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