Talk:The Stream/@comment-4593657-20140714234349/@comment-4593657-20140716084445

Staying nearly silent, Moon was panting by now; the convulsions were starting to grow in intensity almost to her breaking point. Steeling herself against it, she shook visibly from the convulsions. The pain was intense enough that she almost saw stars in her vision; her usually-bright amber eyes were dull with exhaustion and pain, as the moon rose and the sky darkened.

Her pelt started to shimmer a little bit in the moonlight, as it always did.