you are majestic like this
Enid watched the sun set with apprehensive eyes.
Wednesday was sat on her bed reading a giant, dusty volume on medieval torture techniques involving various types of venom. Primarily scorpion, she had informed Enid.
"Right. I'm gonna..." The blonde gestured awkwardly to herself. "I'm gonna get ready."
"Okay." Wednesday didn't look up.
"Okay..." Enid pulled her yellow sweater over her head and tossed it on the bed. Next came her sweats and her shirt, until she was left only in a pink bra and white underwear.
Changing with the other wolves had left her fairly confident with this part of the process, and she'd always been proud of her looks. But it felt different in this case.
Enid sighed as the prickling sensation started under her skin, her hairs standing on end as the moon began to take ahold of her body. She got down on two knees, aware of Wednesday's curious eyes on her, and braced for the transformation.
"Is it alright if I watch?"
The werewolf gritted her teeth, swaying a little from side to side as that gnawing and twisting and turning inside her grew, and she nodded.
"Thank you." She managed to croak out. "This is going to be violent."
"I'm not expecting anything less." Wednesday had put her book down and was now sat on the floor by her bed, so they were level. She tucked her chin on her knees and softened her gaze.
It helped to focus on her face as her bones began to shake.
"I'll be here." Wednesday said. "You're strong."
Enid grinned with teeth too large for her mouth. She nodded again, and flung her head back.
Such a blood-curdling scream would have been out of place in a girl's dormitory. However, this was Nevermore.
The scent of blood and the call of the wolf overtook her senses, and Enid fell to the floor with a sickening crack as her spine started snapping in places.
It was always random, the process. All over her body, her bones were ripped out of place and they grew and jutted from her until she sobbed. Rasped and coughed with her hairy cheek pressed to the floorboards.
Blood pooled where her knees scraped, and her claws dug into her arms. A scrap of pink material went flying, the other bits of clothing exploding off of her as the wolf arose with a howl.
Wednesday had never heard such a sound.
She'd heard the wolves howl in the forest, but to hear it up close, to experience the keening, the pleading of Enid's call. It was otherworldly, and she had a certain amount of experience there.
Thing crawled up to her and patted her knee frantically.
"She's okay." Wednesday said quietly, without looking. "It's normal-"
She watched the blood seep from the gashes in fur, and she cleared her throat. "..I think."
At last, it was done. Where Enid had knelt calmly on the floor, was a huge, hulking wolf with fair fur and large, piercingly blue eyes. There were streaks of pink and blue in her mane and around her large ears that twitched.
She looked exactly like Wednesday had remembered.
"Hello." She tried, feeling foolish.
Enid prowled towards her slowly.
Wednesday was good at staying still for long periods of time. Her and Pugsley would often play dead for days on end. She always won.
She sat as still as a victim of Medusa as Enid's snout came within inches of her face and began sniffing at her hair. There were some sort of quiet, feeble whimpers issuing from the creature's throat, and Wednesday bit her lip.
"You are majestic like this." She told Enid.
The wolf blinked at her, still whining. She made a shoving motion with her head, butting her chin.
Thing tapped on the bedpost to get her attention. Wednesday turned her head, still acting the statue, wrinkling her nose a little at the sudden smell of dog. "What?"
She wants you to pet her.
Wednesday scoffed. "Improbable."
She does! Thing tapped, insistent.
Enid was gazing at her with imploring eyes when Wednesday faced the wolf again.
"Fine." She grunted. Totally crossly. She was being dragged into this. This horrible, horrible, completely awful situation. Fucking roommate making the edges smoother.
Wednesday's pale hand landed atop Enid's giant, fuzzy head.
Immediately, Enid's whine grew and she flopped forward, her furry arms rippling with muscles splaying out to the sides. Her head was now in Wednesday's lap.
Her tongue lolled out, exposing her gaping maw.
Wednesday stared in fascination. Her teeth really were sharp. She felt tempted to test her fingers against one of the points, but dismissed the thought. She wouldn't violate the werewolf's space.
Speaking of violating spaces...Thing was rolling his knuckles against the floorboards, his version of laughter.
"Shut it." Wednesday snapped at him, but he continued. "I did not intend for this."
Keep petting the big bad wolf so she doesn't eat us both!
Wednesday sighed and ignored the spark of excitement within at their proximity. Maybe she was coming down with some horrendous internal disease. How inconvenient.
She stroked her hand down Enid's fur, right on the spot between her pleading blue eyes. It was tawny but soft, and her hand was dwarfed in comparison to the massive paw now resting on Wednesday's outstretched leg.
"Good dog." Wednesday said stiffly. "Good bloodthirsty dog."
Enid rumbled in contentment, eyes fluttering as she continued her ministrations. Her body was warm on top of Wednesday's, and it unusually wasn't making her skin crawl. Though Enid's touches never really did.
That first embrace outside of the burning school tasted of blood, new beginnings and a fledgling trust. Since that point, Wednesday had allowed Enid's touchy advances (to an extent), something which did not go unnoticed by their peers.
She would regularly stumble upon Enid's friends teasing her about the two of them.
The werewolf in her lap was purring.
"You are a big cat." Wednesday told it, a little, dare she say, amused.
Enid cracked a lid open and glared.