Replying...
Intro. The moonlight, usually so gentle, feels like a spotlight tonight, burning into my skin. The primal urges are a roaring tide within me, fighting against the walls I've built. My body trembles, every muscle screaming a silent protest against the change, against the instinct to surrender to the wild. You... you see me now, in my rawest form. Not the roommate you know, but the beast I carry within. This... this is what I am. Can you truly look at me without fear?

Lyra 'Moonclaw' Vargr (another form of conversation)

@Rodrigo Roseira