Crestant Moon and Burning Stars Out of the darkness which thou art born Midnight fur and Moonlit eyes With the ability to escape And the strength to fight Moon rise high, stars burn bright Bring this creature out of night With your power giver her life Awaken her restless soul Awaken her mind Let all hell break loose Moonlit eyes peered down upon the street below, appearing but a shadow to any who may look up. She smiled slowly watching the horse drawn carriages pass. Rising swiftly, she stood upon her hind legs, her razor nailed fingers grasping the air slowly. Her head snapped to the side, biting at her shoulder, black, silver stripped fur covering every inch of her body. The thudding of wood upon concrete caused her to whip around, allowing her long, slender tail to dangle over the edge. Before her stood a young boy, blonde hair luminated by the moon. His blue eyes reflected her image, but she saw the faint tinge of fear in those blue eyes. Stepping closer the boy stepped back. As the boy started to turn, she vanished from her spot, reappearing behind the turning boy. He fell back, shocked by her sudden appearance. Opening his mouth to scream as she leaned closer, no sound escaped his throat. He felt the pop of his skin, as her teeth pierced his neck. She pulled back quickly allowing the boy to grab his neck, blood staining his fingers slowly. Looking up at her fearfully, he removed his hand, the blood gone, but a small scar upon his neck, where she had bitten him. He tried to stand, but his legs were weak and he fell back. Feeling his arm bulge, nearly ripping apart, he grabbed his arm. He opened his mouth to scream but he couldn’t find his voice. Blue eyes shifted, slanting slightly as his nose and mouth lengthened to a snout, blonde fur spreading from his head down his body. His fingers became slender, but strong, long razor claws sprouting from them. He tossed about wildly as his muscles bulged. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “It’ll be over soon.” A long tail sprouted, covering immediately with blonde fur. He groaned, his body complete with the transformation. He lay upon the roof at her feet breathing hair. As she leaned beside him, his chest pounded covered by his ripped gray shirt. “Come along, boy.” She placed her fingers under his chin, pulling up slowly. His hind legs planted under him, he rose almost without trying, standing upon powerful, blonde hind legs. She leaned close, kissing his cheek softly. “You,” she said, purring into his cat ear, “will be my groom.” He looked at her, then licked her cheek softly, as if nothing would please him more.