[ WP ] At night , everyone turns into an animal . You turn into something that should n't exist ...

Oh, great. Beginning of the month. 
 
 Where we are bonded with the spirits of the were-creatures. Normally, in a weird version of karma, we get bonded with animals that reflected with how we react and treat others. An asshole might get the short end of the stick, say, an amphibian that requires water. An awesome guy would probably get something majestic, like an eagle. That kind of thing. And with all the instincts and urges that come with it. 
 
 So a law was made. Before sunset and the transformation begins, everyone eats a full meal. That means if they really do go out and about and say, predator meets prey, they can move on without feeling hungry and killing each other. 
 
 So I had my meal half an hour ago. Brilliant. Now, I'm naked and currently at my safe space, a forest-like area with a river, ankle-deep in water. Less than a hundred meters away, lies the mouth to the sea. Here, provides the most variables to survive in almost any form. 
 
 
 If I'm a land-based animal, great. I can just move on. 
 
 An aquatic-based life? Also fine. Head to the river, and hang out until near dawn. 
 
 Bird? Fly away. I can probably save money on airfares as well. So everything's fine and dandy. 
 
 Sunset has passed. The transformation begins. But this time it's different. I do n't feel the tingling and pain that normally happens in a transformation. No crushing of bone to fit the frame that goes in it. Not the twisting and merging of organs. Nothing. For a second. 
 
 Then, the terrible pain occurs. Not in my top half, no. But my bottom half feels like it was on fire, my bones stretching and my nerves going haywire. You'd think that you'd be used to it by now, having to do this every night of your existence. And normally you would be correct. However, the fact that the top half of me was unchanged made all the difference. I tried to stand, but I felt more support than usual keeping me up. It was about then when dizziness occurred. 
 
 When my mind became clear again, I was surprised to see that my hands were still well, human. Same as my face. No scales, no beak, no tusks. Then I looked down. 
 
 This should not be possible. 
 
 
 I'm a goddamned Centaur.
