The first thing you notice is that the previous chill has only continued to build. You are bitterly, achingly cold.
The second is that your body isn’t the one you’re most familiar with. It feels natural, though; there’s no dysphoria or awkward adjustment. It’s still you, even though the shape is a little (or a lot) different. ...Under the light of the full moon overhead, though, you can feel impulses bubbling up. Some of these instincts might be familiar, things you’ve dealt with before; others might be new and foreign. All of them nag at you, however, impossible to set aside or fully ignore.
Snow drifts down in thick clumps, blanketing the ground around you. Between its reflective white and the moon’s bright light, it’s easy to make out your surroundings: a forest in the distance, and a small house a little ways ahead. Lights are visible through the windows, and it looks welcoming in a way the forest definitely does not.
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The second is that your body isn’t the one you’re most familiar with. It feels natural, though; there’s no dysphoria or awkward adjustment. It’s still you, even though the shape is a little (or a lot) different. ...Under the light of the full moon overhead, though, you can feel impulses bubbling up. Some of these instincts might be familiar, things you’ve dealt with before; others might be new and foreign. All of them nag at you, however, impossible to set aside or fully ignore.
Snow drifts down in thick clumps, blanketing the ground around you. Between its reflective white and the moon’s bright light, it’s easy to make out your surroundings: a forest in the distance, and a small house a little ways ahead. Lights are visible through the windows, and it looks welcoming in a way the forest definitely does not.