Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-14139769-20140731052052/@comment-5518614-20140805103829

Wyeta still lies unconsious. Her mind is blank, a white slate that is empty. Suddenly, a werewolf appears to her. She trys to move but her legs are rigid, and frozen. The werewolf comes closer and closer and closer. It stops just infront of her, it's breath stinking of rotten meat. She moves her face away, so it stoops down in front of her. Then she raises her eyes and stares into the beasts. The are human eyes, and beautiful, full of warmth.

Back in the forest, her body convulses in spasms. The wolf pads over to her, and licks her face.