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Topic Started: Jan 11 2012, 06:16 AM (34 Views)
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If you've never been on a plane before, I suggest you never do. They. Are. Horrible. The small walkways, cramped seats, and a bunch of people you're glad you don't know don't make traveling very fun. Not to mention they try to shove as many bodies as possible into an airlocked aluminum can.
Normally, I would take the day plane so none of the humans could see me and I could just sneak on the plane and get a free ride to anywhere. Unfortunately for me, the dude at the gate had some amount of invisible blood in him, because he stopped mee and said I couldn't get on without a ticket, and if I attempted to try, he'd call the guards. Now, you may think, wouldn't the guards think he's crazy? Well, if he touches me, I can be seen by anyone. And I really did not want that happening.
So, my origional plan was to wait until he got off his shift. But this dude really must either not have a life, or just be that poor, 'cause he didn't budge. Even worse, he stared at me, and anytime I thought he wasn't looking so I could board a plane, he repeated to me, "no ticket, no ride."
As much as I didn't want to, now had to waste a good thousand dollars on a plane ticket I wouldn't have had to pay for if it wasn't for that goon. Stupid something-ling. He's not even a full invisible! He shouldn't get to boss me around. In the end, my need to get out of this airport and return to America was killing me. I get really homesick, and now I was airport-sick as well. But it's not the same kind of sick, let me tell you. I'll stick to ferry rides from now on. I'd prefer the ocean to the air anyway. Even if it did add on a few months to a few hour long trip.
The only good to come out of my predicament was when I tried to board the plane, the -ling at the gate put his arm out to stop me. So, I whipped out my ticket from the back pocket of my tattered jeans, and walked right by his scowling face with a smile.
What I didn't notice, though, was that the sun had started setting by the time I boarded the plane, so instead of hanging out in the cock-pit like I usually would, I had to sit in the uncomfortable seats. Even though I was assigned the middle, there was no way in hell I was going to be trapped between the two people now seated at my right. One snored like a chain-saw, and the other kept telling us useless facts no normal person would ever care to know. And he kept making these weird sighing sounds. Ugh. Worst. Plane ride. EVER. I closed my eyes and really hoped I'd survive the next five hours from England to America.

The moment the plane landed, it was around ten at night. Which, again, unfortunately for me, meant that I still remained to be visible to all. This is one of those times were being a werewolf sucked.
However, just because I can be seen now doesn't mea I have to follow the rules. At least entirely.
I sped to the front of the plane, not using the full potential of my speed. You know, you don't want to confuse the oo-mans. Being the first one off the plane, I took a deep breath. As far as I could tell, there were no -lings to be seen. Good. I left the airport, and walked until I got to a place were there was no one around. Double-checking to make sure my little alley remained to be population one, I crouched down.
Hey, I may be a guy, but the muddy concrete of this alley was disgusting to my fingers. I kept telling myself I wouldn't have to worry about it soon, but I don't think I'd even want my paws touching this. Grimacing, I began my change.
You most likely heard stories about how the Shift is painful. Well, you've never heard them from a werewolf himself. It doesn't hurt. Our super healing acts like a pain reliever/number. The weird thing about the Shift is you can hear your nomes breaking, organs shifting, etc. It's not the most pleasant sound, but you learn to get over that over the years.
My wolf form keeps many of the same traits as my human one. My sandy golden-red fur is the same color as my hair. My yellow orange eyes stay the same through both forms as well. And because I'm not fully grown yet, my paws look a little too big for my slightly-bigger-than-the-average-wolf body.
Once my transformation was complete, I howled into the night, nose pointing at the waxing gibbous moon. Soon, very soon, my power will be at its best. You can never understand the trill of the heighted power the full moon gives. And once I'm fully grown, man won't that be exciting.
Readying my muscles, I leapt forward and ran into the night.
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