The first time that you undergo the transformation can be traumatic or it can be ecstatic. It can be the best day of your life or the worst. One thing is for sure though, once you have changed things are never ever the same again.
Everyone's first transformation is a little different. These differences can be based on what type of werewolf you are, as well as what type of human you are.
This is a place to tell the tale of your first transformation. The first time the animal overtook your human body, and brought you into a brand new world.
I was only 10 years old when I first transformed. My family lived on a farm out in Nebraska. I had been feeling energetic all day long, and when it was time for bed I didn't want to sleep. So I waited for everything to get quiet, and then I snuck out through my window.
Once my bare feet touched the cool grass I started running. I ran wild and free across the fields just feeling the wind blow through my hair. I remember noticing that it was a full moon and I loved the way the moon looked that night. I couldn't stop myself from staring up at it even as i ran as fast as I could through the fields and into the forest.
I don't know when I changed, I didn't even realize it. I was just running and running and next thing I knew I was running on four legs. I was much faster as a wolf and my senses were sharper. I loved it!!!!!!!
I hunted for the first time that night. A little hare that tasted delicious. I didn't even care about the brutality!
I stayed in my wolf form for many months. I lived wild and free doing whatever I felt not caring about consequences. When I did turn back into a human it was only to see if I could do it. I didnt care about the human part of me anymore I was the ANIMAL.
It wasnt until many years later, after I had caused much damage and suffering that I learned to find balance and peace with nature
Ever since I was born my family did not want me. When I started to crawl, I was only 6 months old, my parents put me with the new puppies they just got. They were hoping that the puppies were going to kill me.
But they were wrong, so wrong. They made me much stronger. By the time I was 2 years old I could move the couch, by lifting it off the floor and carry it across the house.
I turned 3 years old and the dogs were full grown. I was stronger.
I turned 4 years old and I was a werewolve. This is at the time my family noticed it. I turned into a werewolve when I was two. I was too young to remember the transformation exactly. All I do remember is that as a young pup I had found a new way to play with the animals, and I loved it.
Well... One night me and my brother were up playing video games and as usaual he fell asleep on
me. So I turned the lights off I tried to fall asleep but I could not. Then I heard a pebble aginst the
window so I took a look outside of my window.
noone was there exepct the nice warm glow of the full MOON I saw somthing moving going into the back yard
so I put some shoes and clothes on and went into the back yard. I saw an animal the took the fourm of a dog
or a wolf. Well I thought it was the nighbors dog so I reached my hand out to pet it...
Then it bit me soon I realized that it was not a dog it was somthing else.I woke up with no shirt on
and a faint pain on my hand where the animal bit me I had not told any one until now
My first transformation happened not to long ago actually. It was the full moon of last April. The ninth I believe. I was watching the telivision with my family, my parents and older brother. I had the sudden and familiar urge to go outside. I knew it was the full moon, I was planning on having my anual full moon ritual. I would cast a circle and ofer my blood to the Moon Goddess. Then I would put on my only dress and dance in the yard with her highness.
Anyway, we were watching this dreadful show that was suposed to be funny and I was twirling a lock of hair with my finger. Then part of the lock simply fell out. It was a small bunch of pieces and mostlikely unnoticeable. I was worried and I exscused myself to the bathroom.
In the dirty, toothpaste splattered mirror was a young teenager with jet black hair and turquiose eyes. She's tall and thin, at least five foot nine inches.
I suddenly felt searing pain run through my skull. As if my hair was acid. I had the urge to go outside, to escape, like the night air would stop the burn. So I snuck out my window that faced my back yard. As soon as I was out and the moon's gostly fingers touched me my whole torso started to burn like it was on fire. I clutched my fingers to my heart and drew blood. I had long, sharpened talons and I could see my cuticles starting to creep up my nails. My legs felt like they were shrinking slowly and I needed to run. Run as fast as I can to a tree-filled haven.
I raced out the gate and down the softly lighted road. I momentarily forgot my pain and it was replaced by freedom. Tears were rolling down my face but I was free. I took a left and ran another block I slowed as I reached the park and some bushes and trees. My pain returned, only it was worse. I wanted to scream but I knew I would draw to much atention. My insides felt as if they were squriming around, trying to find a different, more comfortable place in my body. The tips of my hair burned my skull like acid. I clawed at my head, trying to remove the source. My beautiful soft hair fell to the dark-green ground like droped ropes. My claws pulled flesh away from my cranium. Blood poored down my face and into my gaping mouth. I tasted so good. Salty, cppery, and delisious. The bones in my legs continued to shrink and move. At one point parts of my limbs fell off. My nose and mouth started to elongate, along with my tail bone. My teeth grew sharp and my skin grew fur. Short, black fur. It grew all over. I riped my clothes off and quicker than the pain started, it stoped. I wasn't quite sure what happened at the time, or why, but I knew I was now a wolf. I grabed my ruined clothes and leftover skin and took them to the trash. Hopefully the cans would be emptied soon.
There's more but I'd rather not tell. I made it home safely, and it hurts less and less when I transform. Which by the way is whenever I want, usally.
beig a werewolve is over rated, you have to constantly fear the day light and the search for food gets to be very competitive
Gibe me a spear, a club and a stout rope and I will eat like a king for the rest of my life werewolves be damn-d
I was a little over 16 years old and living in the only home I'd ever known. I was given up at birth and lived in an very cruel place until I was maybe 12 then I was sold to a man named Zane. He kept me around, taught me how to fight and how to sail and how to survive. He was mean to me and so was the rest of his crew, no one was even remotely nice to me and I lived this was for as long as I could take it. Zane and I were sparring and he kept hitting me and he wouldn't stop and I couldn't defend myself the pain was too great. Every single hit I took shook me to the core, hurt straight to the bone and sent fire and rage all thru me. I didn't even realize that I was laying on the floor, all I could feel was heat and pain. I could hear cracking and snapping and I could feel something inside burning me. I could feel the snapping and twisting of every bone. It went on for what felt like an eternity. Then it stopped and I was still. There was no sound, no pain, no fire. When I looked down at my hands they weren't hands anymore, they were claws, and the fur that covered them was white as snow. Zane wasn't surprised, no one was. They all knew what I was, Zane was a werewolf too. After I phased back Zane explained everything to me, and told me that's why he bought me he could smell it on me, even when I was too young to phase. That was the most painful day of my life, but it was also one of my best days ever. Being a tall white werewolf was the best thing to ever happen to me, I finally felt like I was worth something, that I was special.
There's not much to mine. I had just turned 17, My girlfriend had just broken up with me, i had to get out of the house. The pacing wasn't enough to calm me down as it usually was. My body got hot, everything went red, all i wanted to do was tear something apart. It's fully controllable now, nearly down to will power. My new girlfriend doesn't know about it, only my fascination with wolves.
Help me please i want to know how to become one Please im crying about it i really want to become im quiet so no one will know im very good with secrets and i want to feel the freedom and the wildness to me being a werewolf is a religion
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