[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Lyla Darrow
Funny things about full moons: obviously they didn't occur straight at midnight, but rather when the sun happened to come out that night. And, no, not like in the movies, the werewolf does not have to see the full moon: their body just knows that the full moon is out, and that is has to react and react immediately. Did it seem like a heat of flaming bullshit? Yes. But that was the way life worked sometimes.

So, the moment it hit 7:14 that evening, Lyla felt something starting to crawl under her skin. Unfortunately, she had been through many transformations in her lifetime, after being bitten at the age of twelve; the feeling would only grow more powerful, until she could see the veins in her skin becoming more prominent, and the skin around her body tightening, strengthening, becoming almost impenitrable. She could feel her jaw lengthening and unhinging, growing heavier and more dense as her teeth grew in size and weight. Her body was changing, morphing, and the strength and clarity behind her eyes also grew as she lowly felt what was left her her rational thought began to fade away...

Something that felt like Lyla, and not like Lyla at the same time, got down on all fours and sniffed around the room. Everything was clear, and it felt so foreign to it, much different than the small town in the country where it had previously been in. The musky smell of the woods was gone, and eveyrthing sounded so much louder now, and it didn't like that. There was nobody to latch onto, nothing familiar -

Meat. The scent of meat. That scent meant food, and food... Food was everything.

Before it could process anything else, it was suddenly outside, hiding from the moon and through the shadows of the city (at least this place had that: shadows), as it looked further for the scent and possibility of meat. And it found some, hidden in the belly of a creature that was staring straight into a square light. It couldn't help but let out a loud moan – which sounded like a disturbing, loud growl to anyone in proximity, which was only one person – before it bounded for the person that had the faint trace scents of pork and beef on her lips.









[[OOC: Sorry, I wasn't sure what to do about Puck at this second. I figured I'd drop her for a moment, and pick her up when the vampy come back into play. :3]]