11. I noticed a strand of fur on the back of my hand. While I have a lot of fur there, it usually doesn’t grow past half an inch. This strand, however, was almost two inches long, not to mention very thick. I tried to pluck it out but found that any time I tugged on it, my hand would go numb with pins and needles… so I decided to cut it. It seemed to fix the problem.

12. I drooled a lot last night. Seems all the stress of these “bodily changes” has been getting to me. I think I had bruxism, too… which would explain both the saliva and the pain I felt in my jaw. My laugh lines were incredibly deep now. I tried poking a pen in the line on my right cheek and slowly dragged the pen down until I got to the bottom of the laugh line… which was at the bottom of my chin now. I don’t remember my dad, nor my grandpa, having laugh lines this deep. Then again, they weren’t ever werewolves, so it’s possible that lycanthropy is the cause. But rapid aging seems a bit strange. This never happened to Scartooth.

13. I noticed a strange sensation in my arm. When I would bend it back and forth, it felt like something rough was sliding between my joints. It creaked much like wood would. When I examined it, I noticed the “Anti-cubital fafsa”, if you will, was rather deep, almost to the point of segmenting my arm into a forearm and upper arm. Honestly, it probably’s just my fur being weird – it’s been doing that recently… but it may be a good idea to check with the doctor again, especially if I’m rapidly aging.

14. I have to wait until Monday for the next appointment. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a free slot available. I could try working with another provider, but none of them are aware that I’m part werewolf. Frustrated, I decided to put on my jacket and go for a walk. Ever since my back had stopped bending, I found it almost impossible to put on clothes. My back was as stiff as a board. I could sit down, sure, but when I tried to turn left or right, my entire torso would move and not just my spine. After several minutes, however, I managed to finally put on my jacket and went to go get some donuts. Donuts always calm me down when I’m stressed.

15. A nightmare. Simple as that. The mysterious man from two weeks ago appeared in my dream. He beckoned me. While I am a lucid dreamer and have been able to control my dreams, I couldn’t control my body. It moved on its own until the man managed to wrap his hand around my neck. He then shoved his hand into my mouth… and unhinged it like a snake before shoving something inside and forcing me to swallow it by tugging on the back of my head… did I always have a long fur strand there? I should ask Jericho if he can take a look for me… since I can’t reach that area.

16. I woke up with a start again. I was in a cold sweat as my hands and legs felt numb. I tried to get out of bed but collapsed the moment I put pressure on my feet. It took me several minutes to get to the light switch and turn on the light. With the light now dimly shining on my hands and paws, I could see the creases on all my knuckles were more prominent than before, almost as if my joints were trying to make themselves known. If it wasn’t for the fact that my belly was still rather big, I would have assumed I was malnourished. I don’t know what happened after that, but it was probably just a dream because the next thing I knew I was waking up in bed. My joints still had a lot of creases in them, though.

17. Finally, the doctor! I called Caleb to take me there, as I didn’t trust myself with my hands and feet feeling so tingly all the time. He was very calm and patient with my frantic explanations of strands of fur that made me go numb, creases in my mouth and toes, and ears that were now as stiff as cardboard… but while I was saying this, there was a look in his eye. He looked… doubtful.
“That doesn’t sound very weird to me,” he said.
“My fingers look like toys that you can pop off and rearrange! Since when could a werewolf do that?!”
“But… aren’t you being overdramatic? Your parents did tell me you were prone to being a hypochondriac.”
“But I couldn’t move my legs! I was going to call nine-one-one!”
“And… why didn’t you?” Caleb glared at me.
“Oh, uh… cuz I woke up.”
“So it was a dream?” He sighed.
“Yes? I mean no? I mean… I don’t know, okay Caleb? I’m just… scared. I feel like no one believes me.”
Caleb turned away from me as he stopped at a traffic light. “Everything’ll be alright! I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about!”
As much as I wanted to believe him, I couldn’t… because he didn’t believe me.

18. The next day, I felt livid. The doctor didn’t help me at all. He just took one look at me and said, “This is normal. Your joints and back are completely normal. There aren’t any tests I can do to solve this paranoia you’re experiencing… but it seems like you’re suffering from body dismorphia. I can refer you to a psychologist if you’d like someone to talk to about this.”
While remembering this conversation, I lifted a hand and stared at my fingers. I could see them bend jaggedly as they creaked. This sensation bothered me the past while, but right now it felt comforting… comforting to know I could still move them. Hopefully, this was as far as they’d go.

19. Putting on my clothes today was a big hassle. Every article I put on seemed to fall off immediately. I didn’t realize what was going on until I went to the bathroom. Had I gotten shorter? It took me a good deal of effort to get the tape measure, but I managed to figure out how tall I currently was. The number was supposed to say 6’4”, but… instead, it was saying 5’9”. I had so much trouble putting on my clothes that day that I decided to not take them off anymore and went to bed.

20. When I lifted myself out of bed, I felt… lighter. Was I always this light? I don’t think so. I tried to give a yawn, but my mouth wouldn’t react to what I was saying. Rather… it felt like it was sewn shut. Panicked, I hobbled over to my bathroom and saw… my mouth. The usual laugh lines were there, gently sinking into my neck and making deep grooves. My eyes were glazed over, as they usually were… and my mouth was just there. I opened it with a hand, hearing the creaking of my jaw as I did. It felt drier than it used to be. Perhaps I just needed water? I usually had a dry mouth anyway.

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Art/Story/Concepts/Sarge (C)  Juntarhenogu Me

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