#open yo

"Something is wrong..."

Wyatt sat in the alley way by his apartment building, looking up at the moon. It seemed so bright and big tonight. Maybe it was because tonight would also brig a blood mood. Either way it made his whole body buzz. He was fairly relaxed. The change didn't really seem to hurt anymore, after almost 39 years the anticipation made it nearly voluntary. Pain free. The large wolf stood and stretched out, ruffling his fur. He wanted to run. He should have gotten further out of the city before the moon came up, but he'd gotten distracted. Oh, Momo. Slowly stepping out toward the street, Wyatt poke his head out to see of the coast was clear. The residents here were mostly wolves but still, he didn't wanna run into anyone if he didn't have too. With the coast clear, so he though, he took off like lightning but no sooner than he left the ally did he run into someone, something? He stumbles and shook his head, recovering from the impact.

<i> "I am not sure if anypony even wants to talk to me anymore, after all, I did nearly destroy the town, and I did force many changes onto ponies that I do not believe they appreciated." </i> Rarity sighs, wandering through the center of Ponyvile.

♥ -- "Don't touch it!"

♥ -- "What would you like me to say?"