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The morning light was anything but that dim hope that Remus had expected. It was a blinding, accusatory beacon that revealed him for what he really was - a wolf, a starved, half-mad animal that in its failure to find something to hunt had turned upon itself. He shuddered at the thought, bleary eyes shying away from the light. If anyone knew the truth, any chance he had in this world would be extinguished like the delicate flame of a candle. It was that thought exactly that had made him pace about before the transformation the night before, and it was that anxiety that had pushed the wolf from bored irritation to blind fury.
If he weren't so parched a whimper might have escaped him - more a vocalisation of his fears than pains. As it was, aside from the pounding behind his eyes that resonated through his skull, he was still too dazed to feel the pain of the nights events. Every sensation was dealt with in a chill numbness that - if he had been thinking straight - would have alarmed him. In fact the cool aches were so welcome, compared to the normal onslaught, that Remus was almost content to lay still a while.
It was the knowledge that soon the matron would be by to tend his wounds that forced him to move. His muscles screamed out at the exertion causing him to tremble all over and for the pain he'd so carefully avoided to shoot across his body in agonising bursts that matched his heartbeat all too well. Before he could contemplate the rapidly cooling liquid drying on his face and body he snatched up his robes and curled them around himself. The one healthy arm he had, Remus pushed through a sleeve but his left shoulder burned too much at the contact of the heavy school robes.
He knew the effort that had cost him so much was futile - as soon as the matron arrived he would be stripped down again so she could tend to him - but he had to perform this ritual every morning after the full moon.
Remus leant heavily against the wood door, letting out a slight hiss of pain as it rubbed against the grazes on his back. He would greet her sitting up and clothed. He would meet her like a wizard - not a wolf. He was so determined that this be the case that he almost managed to enter a pained daze - where none of his injuries held his entire attention. His whole body was protesting his ill-concieved notion of pride anyway. He had a feeling that this month it would be harder to convince his friends that he'd just gone home to visit his parents.
If he weren't so parched a whimper might have escaped him - more a vocalisation of his fears than pains. As it was, aside from the pounding behind his eyes that resonated through his skull, he was still too dazed to feel the pain of the nights events. Every sensation was dealt with in a chill numbness that - if he had been thinking straight - would have alarmed him. In fact the cool aches were so welcome, compared to the normal onslaught, that Remus was almost content to lay still a while.
It was the knowledge that soon the matron would be by to tend his wounds that forced him to move. His muscles screamed out at the exertion causing him to tremble all over and for the pain he'd so carefully avoided to shoot across his body in agonising bursts that matched his heartbeat all too well. Before he could contemplate the rapidly cooling liquid drying on his face and body he snatched up his robes and curled them around himself. The one healthy arm he had, Remus pushed through a sleeve but his left shoulder burned too much at the contact of the heavy school robes.
He knew the effort that had cost him so much was futile - as soon as the matron arrived he would be stripped down again so she could tend to him - but he had to perform this ritual every morning after the full moon.
Remus leant heavily against the wood door, letting out a slight hiss of pain as it rubbed against the grazes on his back. He would greet her sitting up and clothed. He would meet her like a wizard - not a wolf. He was so determined that this be the case that he almost managed to enter a pained daze - where none of his injuries held his entire attention. His whole body was protesting his ill-concieved notion of pride anyway. He had a feeling that this month it would be harder to convince his friends that he'd just gone home to visit his parents.
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2448x3264px 5.29 MB
Make
Apple
Model
iPhone 4S
Shutter Speed
1/15 second
Aperture
F/2.4
Focal Length
4 mm
ISO Speed
640
Date Taken
Oct 28, 2012 8:55:24 PM +00:00
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