[ WP ] Were-humans ...

It was that time of the month, both the best and worst of life. Every other day felt like watching life from a bubble, everything was muted and blurry. She could hear, but she could not listen; she could see, but she could not look. Every day she wanted to scream, but she had no voice. 
 
 Today, though, the clarity. The memories of the past month flooded her mind. All the words spoken given meaning; all the actions taken given understanding. Then came the embarrassment and regret, how foolish she was during her time of... simplicity. 
 
 Her emotions raged like a storm of color. Hot red rage for her stupidity, excitement for her freedom as deep a blue as the infinite sky, a sable sadness for her situation, a frosty fear for the end of the day; she could only cry. 
 
 When the tears subsided she thought back on the month. *What had she heard? What new words could she decipher? What news of the world? * Language news was her freedom, it allowed her to experience the world, to understand. 
 
 The door started to rattle. *Ah, but it is also the worst of times as well. * 
 
 It was time for her to do her `` job''. Her kind were an enigma, she knew that much. Unfortunately, those blessed enough to always experience the world, like to do so as much as she. 
 
 The door creaked open. *It's time to get ready. * 
 
 `` Oi, Lassie. It's time to clean up. You smell like shit and piss and ai n't no one who pays to fuck you while you SMELL like an animal.'' 
 

