With an eldritch, actinic glow the magic came roaring out; a tempestuous crescendo of change. Claws, teeth, muzzle, coat: all exploded into being. Many would write it off as overwrought special effects. He was happy he could truly be himself—so what if it was just in B-grade horror flicks as a monster?
His blood sang, but he knew he could not revel in the hunt. Throwing his head skywards he gave voice to a howl that not even surround sound could do justice to. Growling, he turned to the figure in front of him…paused…
“Shit, I forgot my line!”
I hate when that happens! Nice exposition.
Thanks very much mate!
Bummer! I feel for the fellow.
Fine piece.
Much enjoyed this story. Well done!