[It hurts-- it's beyond pain, it's something intolerable, something that makes him want to claw his skin off, to beg, to grovel, anything to make it stop. Small wonder his hair is going grey; he does this once a month, transforming in and out, and he never, ever grows used to it.
Except--
Except this time, the pain lessens. It doesn't fade-- it will never fade-- but Remus is aware enough that he gasps, glances up. Isaac is there, gripping his arm, his gaze intent-- and he doesn't know what's going on, but the pain is lessening, and he moans in relief, his entire body shuddering even as he changes--
It only takes a few minutes, really. Three, maybe four. Whimpering and whining, Remus is soon Moony-- a grey wolf, yellow eyes, with fangs to rival Isaac's. And while Moony usually goes wild at the scent of a person-- well, this isn't a person. This is most definitely not a person, and Moony forgets his pain in favor of nosing forward. Eagerly he snuffles at Isaac, smelling any bit of him he can reach, firmly ignoring Remus' input (stop it you know who he is stop that).]
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Except--
Except this time, the pain lessens. It doesn't fade-- it will never fade-- but Remus is aware enough that he gasps, glances up. Isaac is there, gripping his arm, his gaze intent-- and he doesn't know what's going on, but the pain is lessening, and he moans in relief, his entire body shuddering even as he changes--
It only takes a few minutes, really. Three, maybe four. Whimpering and whining, Remus is soon Moony-- a grey wolf, yellow eyes, with fangs to rival Isaac's. And while Moony usually goes wild at the scent of a person-- well, this isn't a person. This is most definitely not a person, and Moony forgets his pain in favor of nosing forward. Eagerly he snuffles at Isaac, smelling any bit of him he can reach, firmly ignoring Remus' input (stop it you know who he is stop that).]