Private Finished The Last Thing I Want to Do

Hella sure didn't seem okay. And the fact that she, or he... no she, was backing away was heartbreaking. Hella was a girl even if whatever magic she had been using to keep her appearance had failed or been broken. Just how much had she given up for this?

Aura whined plaintively as Hella pulled back and away. She reached for the right words but could not utter anything but noises. Saddened, dismayed noises as she was left on the floor alone. She howled again, trying to muster up the strength to follow her. The best she could do was crawl forward a bit, not making it all the way to the wall where Hella was before collapsing to the floor again with a low thud.

Aura's heart ached, though she wasn't in enough of a right mind to fully comprehend what had happened. Something terrible had happened and again she leaned on her instincts to guide her.

Since she couldn't speak she lifted one of her huge paws and draped it over and around Hella. Pulling her into the blood-soaked but warm vicinity of her body. So cold. People weren't supposed to be so cold.

She whined and curled her head down to sniff at Hella. Trying, and failing, to figure out what happened. Finally she gave up and closed her one remaining eye. Falling asleep protectively curled around and holding Hella.

There was just too much to recover from for her to stay awake.

Aura was exhausted, mentally and physically. In fact she was so exhausted that she slept right through until the next afternoon.

As the full moon's influence finally faded the large wolf unconsciously shifted back into Aura's human form. Although now she had no tendrils on her face, she was still more or less how she had been before all this mess- fairly petite and with purplish pink hair. Of course her hair was a mess.

She was wearing a loose fitting- the point of nearly falling off her in fact- pair of shorts and a tanktop. The clinic staff having decided not to try to force anything more restricted on her the previous days. Slowly she began to move and stir a little bit during that period where the body is waking up but the mind isn't fully active again.

Aura's head pounded but she was no longer locked into her canine form. She let out a quiet cross between a groan and a moan as she made to roll over and fall back asleep. But in her partially awake state she heard something that made her hair stand on end.

Sobbing.

Sobbing that wasn't her own. It snapped her to wakefulness probably quicker than was healthy and she blinked. Or winked. Because only one of her eyes seemed to work. But before she could investigate that she saw the blurry form of someone curled up in another bed.

Not recognizing them immediately, and still coming down from the agitation of the moon she growled and clambered out of her bed on shaky legs to prowl over towards the intruder. But her sense of smell was not diminished at all and the familiar scent of Hella, and blood too- but mostly of Hella, found her nose. What did this strange elven looking man have to do with her beautiful girlfriend? Thoughts were still a little slow to connect.

"Hella?" She croaked out quietly. "Where's Hella?" Her voice raising in confusion and panic.

Aura flinched and then growled in frustration and confusion. "No. Tell me... where is Hella?" Her anger dipped back down into the cold fear that Hella could have been hurt or killed as she said her name.

She didn't heed the request to not look either. Instead she approached and turned her head to the side. Swiping her messy hair out of the way of her eye.

But the motion was misjudged and she missed her hair the first couple times, as wooziness and the lack of depth perception messed with her head. Aura slumped back down to her knees. "I have to find her..."