.ೃ࿐ erin.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- erin vane. ˗ˏˋ “look how i have not caged myself, look what i have made out of two paint buckets and the blessing of my still-here body.” ´ˎ˗ an esteemed heiress cursed with lycanthropy. iwtv, supernaturals & fandomless verse. mdni.

hm.. they seem very different. a brow quirks, head leaning back slightly as the other sniffs. it’s not been bad, nothing she’s hunted herself though. she clears her throat. “… brilliant introduction.”

it’s tempting.. but she’ll pass. more in awe of how confidently she went about it, no shame at all!

( 😍😍 )

( the gals <3 )

“ugh—!” a loud groan, she’s just broken her third pair of nail cutters over the course of two months. now her nails are uneven ( and ) she has a fancy dinner tomorrow. lycanthropy really is a curse!

“what happened..” she questions, which soon feels stupid. erin knows. “human, or—?” canine nose picks up. “animal. dog.” a deep breath, arm wraps around ashley’s shoulders. “no, it’s okay. come on, you need to change.” she blinks. “home isn’t too far from here.”

blindsided by worry for her dearest friend, her nose doesn’t pick up on what blood exactly coats her. “ashley— oh my.. are you okay?”

thank god i’m not alone in this ( our poor pets )

she’s been awake since sunrise — one of the few benefits to staying in on new years. her puppy was her midnight smooch… but that’s quite sad - so, no, it was definitely someone handsome.

gifted a new calendar, the heiress sits by her window - circling each full moon and the fragile few days afterwards. a sigh, she notices there will be thirteen instead of twelve. oh, how the universe is cruel.