Acquainted with the Night

Have you ever felt like your skin is being shredded? Has the sensation of your bones reforming themselves ever come to you? The feeling of fur growing all over your skin? The way your spine changes shape?

No, I don't suppose you ever have. But, then again, you probably don't want to. You're probably content to sit in your homes, safe in the dull mediocrity of your lives. Content to never feel the pain I experience every month.

However, it isn't only pain you're missing out on. Someone once said, that there is no good if not for bad. After all, if you didn't have bad, how would you measure good? You're asking yourself now, how can there be good in becoming this monstrosity.

You'll never know, never understand. The way the moon pulls me, the way I know its cycles even on a cloudy night. You'll never know the feeling of wind sweeping though fur. You'll never be able to experience the power I feel, knowing that nothing can stop me.

The power is amazing. Whether it comes from running through the forest, hunting prey under the fool moon, or anything else. Knowing what I know now, I can see why people crave this power. I understand the people that will do anything to achieve what they think of as power.

Now you're thinking I'm a little crazy. You're thinking that the power has coerced me to the side of the dark lord. No, it's not like that. Not like that at all. You see, Lord Voldemort only gives empty offers of power; promises that tell of a time when they will rule.

I don't need his fake power. I have real power. My power doesn't come from fear of a name or from social standing. My power is primal, real. A power as old as time itself. My power comes from a time when humans still held a fear of being hunted. That fear stemmed from my power.

That's what I tell myself when they look at me the way they do. They all have the fear inside them. The ones who admit it, they have my respect, it's the others I pity. The ones who hide the fear they won't admit with harsh words. The ones that like to deem me less than me.

Not that that's anything new. Those ones have always looked down on me, and they always will. No matter what I do, where I go, they will always find a way to belittle me. It used to give me grief, the way they didn't understand what was really important. Now, all I feel for them is pity. Pity, because they have to attempt to hide their fear with the delusion of power. Pity, because they cannot feel the power I have.

So, let them have their lies, deceit, hate and fear. I am happy to stay with the moon as my companion.

This is my curse. This is my gift. This is mine.