[He pauses, watching as Isaac transforms. His heart begins to speed, and whether that's his own instincts coming into play or simply excitement at seeing another werewolf, he can't say. He's never seen another change before-- and oh, this looks so much easier than his own. There's no screaming, no snarling-- just Isaac, his eyes glowing, his mouth drawn just slightly.
Soon, his body warns him, very soon, and he drops to his knees.]
Does it hurt?
[It doesn't, though, he can tell, and god, isn't he jealous of that.]
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Soon, his body warns him, very soon, and he drops to his knees.]
Does it hurt?
[It doesn't, though, he can tell, and god, isn't he jealous of that.]