As Sinthia came around the corner of the house towards the back where he was--she could still smell him--the clouds covered the moon, obscuring it from shining on her. She shuddered, and the cracking and shifting of her skeleton began as she lost her fur: Sinthia was still limping as she stepped gingerly onto the deck, her hair darkening and lengthening as the white and gray rosette-patterned fur melted away.
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Date: 2019-10-27 11:00 pm (UTC)"You helped me."