Story: It felt like he was angry without a source and wanted to dominate everything around him for the fun of it as a result. 


Sleepygirl: what could possibly go wrong...
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Story: the tip of the full moon rose over the horizon, casting an eerie, cool white glow over the waters of Lake Michigan.


Ivy: I like this detail because the full moon would indeed begin to rise around sunset, whereas something like a new moon would already be risen. ..... what, night owl things!
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Story: His jeans were the last piece of clothing to be torn away as his tail, now covered in thick, bushy black fur, appeared and began to sway behind him. 


Ivy: Doesn't Xander already have a tail?


Me: Yes but a werewolf tail would be much thiicker and bulkier


Ivy: Yeah but shouldn't the story state that his tail was now thicker, bushy with fur, it read as though he didn't have a tail to begin with.


Sleepygirl: it should make a bit more sense now
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Story:  In other words, a literal unstoppable beast. 


Sleepygirl: again, what could go wrong? :cP
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Story: Their usual scaly, dragon-like texture and dark red color were now black as night, thicker, and covered in a thin layer of fur where the scales would have been.


Ivy: I have never considered what a werewolf's wings would look like.


Psycho: After dozens of Val Helsing movies, pictures and books I would agree fuzzy adjacent bat-like wings.


Ivy: Oh, I agree it fits, I just hadn't thought about it before.
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Story: Gone was Xander’s usual surprising grace in the air, leaving a hulking mass of fury and rage in its place.


Sleepygirl: surprising...shocking...same difference
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Story: However, instead of a slow, graceful descent, the beast simply flew over his target and retracted his wings, accelerating to the ground with a massive thud and destroying a nearby tree in the process.


Sleepygirl: What did the tree do to you, huh?!
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Story: But Xander was no ordinary werewolf….I said that once already you should be taking better notes…


Ivy: AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH.


Sleepygirl: explains the deja vu i was having..
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Story: But where Xander's eyes tended to be cool spectrum colors like blues, greens, and purples, his werewolf eyes were much darker, much warmer colors. Reds and oranges swirled around in dark yellow and black, making them look more like molten lava swirling inside a volcano rather than his usual orbs of energy.


Ivy: What an excellent visual.


Sleepygirl: me: reads "molten lava swirling inside a volcano" 
also me (internally): "anakin, is that you?"
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Story: The moment those eyes activated, the entire clearing where Xander had landed lit up like it was being illuminated by a campfire. And Roxy was directly in the middle of his gaze. 


Sleepygirl: Great environment setting detail
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Story: If there was any human part of Xander left awake, it manifested in a grin on the werewolves lips before he arched his back again and howled victoriously into the night. A long, echoing howl that was suddenly cut short. 


Sleepygirl: who's to say he wouldn't do that even if he wasn't a werewolf :cP
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Story: As if the timing had been somehow planned,


Sleepygirl: almost like it was part of a carefully planned outline...
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Story: It was easily large enough and strong enough to hold her tiny frame against him, as her eyes began to roll up into her head while a slow grin formed on her face. To the wolf’s surprise, she started to slide her hands along his sides, not in an effort to get away but in a caress. 


Sleepygirl: pheromones are fun that way
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Story: It was like a weird fantasy mixed with a Discovery channel special. 


Ivy: Didn't they once have a special where a man was going to voluntarily get swallowed up by a snake?


Me: I’d love to say no, but it is 2025, so probably. 
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Story: Read between the lines…or between the legs…you’ll get it. =c)


Ivy: It's interjections from the author like this that keep me coming back to his stories.
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Story: her Alpha, the one who made her, the one who controlled her.


Sleepygirl: unexpectedly sexy but here we are
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Story: Xander, like all men who had just finished banging a hot girl, reared up on his hind legs and let out a loud growl that turned into an even deeper howl.


Sleepygirl: that tracks :cP
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Story: Instead, she simply froze in surprise while her feline tail went almost completely limp. Apparently it fainted for her. 


Ivy: Hilarious detail!!


Sleepygirl: ok that was a good one
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Story: A stream of red, orange and yellow hypnotic energy flowed from his eyes into hers. To an onlooker it would have looked like fire moving from his eyes into hers and igniting her eyes in a glowing white flame.


Ivy: Munches popcorn


Psyco: Yeah, hypnotic stream of energy floating through the air to connect eyes is a rare treat.


Sleepygirl: very much so, love to see it
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Story: Xander also landed on all fours, completely on top of her


Ivy: Wait, aren't you both still on the sidewalk?


Psycho: Yup.


Ivy: That sounds....uncomfy.


Me: in a story about a person violently transforming into a werewolf… the concrete is what gets her. 
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Story: the strongest rush of pleasure she’d ever felt, and wouldn’t you know it, her conscious form wouldn't remember a thing about it


Ivy: Now that's just evil.


Sleepygirl: and yet completely expected