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There's a very subdued ripple of noise from the surrounding animals, who sound as though they'd like to show surprise but are terrified of making a sound. All except one. Before you've even had time to furrow your brow from behind you comes a strangled howl.
"No!"
Then the werewolf has pushed himself to the front, picking up and throwing aside the creatures blocking his path. He scrambles forward, his eyes wild and staring.
"You can't! It's insane! Look at him!" He flings an arm to point at you, and glares with almost rabid intensity and contempt. Spittle is flying with every word. "He's a fool! A goof! He doesn't even know what the word means!" To your surprise, the wolf throws himself forwards onto his knees and clings to the witch's hand. "Mistress! Don't do this to us! He's useless! It's not right! It's not fair! I'M... your..."
In his near hysterical state, it's taken 5 minutes for the witch's bladder-freezing stare to penetrate. The werewolf stutters into silence, still on his knees, dropping the hand as if it were suddenly made of frozen oxygen. The last time you saw an expresion like his was that time just before you hit a deer with your old car.
In the icy, ringing silence that follows, you almost swear that you hear the wolf mutter under his breath "Oh, sh-" before the witch makes a highly significant and definately magical gesture. The wolf flies backwards, howling in agony as his body changes...
Written by Lupine
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