When I regained my normal mental state I found myself sitting in the middle of a pool of gore, and there were discarded bones lying scattered around me. Physically I felt great, better than I could ever remember having felt before, incredible energy was pulsing through my veins and for the first time in over a decade, I wasn't hungry.

  The absence of hunger was nearly an alien feeling at this point, something I never expected I would experience in this life. The satisfaction was so incredible that I couldn't help myself from laughing out loud like a lunatic.

  After calming down, I exhaled and held my stomach in satisfaction. Good thing there is no one to witness this. Must be one hell of a sight, a blood covered monster laughing out like a lunatic in the aftermath of a massacre.

  As I was about to ask myself what I should do next, I suddenly felt a tingling sensation within me, curious what that was about. My muscles suddenly started to cramp up in every limb. The cramping intensified and it felt like electricity was shooting through my veins, the pain forced me down on all four and I started to scream out in unbearable pain. Steam started to rise from my body, and I saw a silvery light emitting from me. Everything hurt, it felt like my skin was stretching, my bones were expanding, and all my muscles were beating in tune with my pulse. Existing felt like an unbearable torment, some form of divine punishment sent from the gods for being such an horrific monster. I lost all perspective of time while I was doing my best to endure the pain. I rotated between growling and dry heaving between my screams of agony.

  When the pain finally started to diminish, I found myself lying in a puddle of blood and mud. The filth covering me perfectly mirrored how I felt. All my muscles were sore, I had an awful headache, and the damn hunger was back in full force. I grunted as I tried to get up and noticed pieces of my shirt lying in the blood soaked mud. In a panic I stood up, and inspected myself, and found myself standing there completely bare. Instinctively I tried to cover myself while searching for my clothes. I quickly found both my shirt and pants completely torn apart. I cursed under my breath before I noticed something was different. I held my paw over my breasts, but they seemed bigger than what I was used to. I hated feeling those lumps on a good day and today was far from being a good day.

  Nervous, I looked down and involuntarily gasped, they had doubled in size, and they were feeling damn heavy. It was not only my breasts, everything seemed bigger, my shoulders were wider, my arms thicker, and everything just seemed to have grown in the agony from earlier. Suddenly it hit me, and I grasped after my tail, only to find two there now.

  Oh wow. Did I actually grow my second tail? But I'm only twelve, I thought Arissa was an earlier bloomer, but this is an insane speed for me to grow. That means that I'm finally an adult, I won't be treated like a little pup anymore! This is exactly what I wished for. It came at a high price, I think I lost parts of my humanity, and I can't deny that I am some sort of monster anymore. Judging how the elves acted towards me, it seems like the world sees us as monsters already. Maybe I need to forge my own path, a path where I don't fully deny being a monster. I have too many traits of a monster to bluntly deny that. But what if I am a monster with my own set of morals and guidelines? Everything doesn't have to be black or white, and if I accept myself as a monster, that doesn't mean I have to be evil. Hasn't Hollywood managed to romanticize vampires for years? Girls went crazy for those. And they would argue that their favorite vampire wasn't an evil creature, maybe I can accomplish something of the same.

  It might take me some time to adjust to the thought of accepting myself as a monster. I always wanted to avoid thinking of myself as a monster, but with a different perspective it might not be as bad as I feared.

  I was pleased with my decision, I would try my best to not be an evil monster. To try and not deny my own monstrous urges too much, but still refrain from the big stuff, like massacre an entire village, terrorize the countryside and attack innocent people unprovoked, I rather try to keep some of my own morals intact.

  My stomach made a loud noise, my hunger letting its presence known. I turned towards the remaining two elves and a trickle of drool escaped my mouth. I wanted to eat more, I needed to quell this new hunger. If I’m supposed to embrace myself as a monster, I should finish the two other elves, and do my best to not feel bad or any remorse!

  I was on the edge of giggling at the thought of just letting myself loose, to just eat without restraint. The prospect of food made me forget the physical changes and my own nudity as I almost stumbled in eagerness towards the female elf. I kneeled beside her corpse, my paws trembling in anticipation. I extended my claws on my right paw, only to notice my claws had grown nearly an inch in length. I smiled to myself and cut through her garments and flesh with ease, my enhanced claws making it much easier than ever before.

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  I cut loose a slice of her thigh and greedily stuffed it into my mouth. I moaned loudly while rolling the meat around in my mouth, I hurried to tear off more and kept stuffing my face with meat, taking pleasure in every bite. I felt my consciousness slip for every mouthful, sending me further and further towards blind feeding frenzy. I avoided holding back and let the primal instincts resurface, sending my active mind into the backseat. My body roared and I tore the corpse apart while shoving everything edible into my mouth with industrial effectivity. With my body on autopilot, I made quick work of the two remaining elves, taking delight in every pound of their magic rich flesh.

  I was breathing heavily as I came down from the elven high, raw power was circulating through my veins, sending me to the blissful state of satisfaction. I spend several minutes on the ground, before getting back to my feet. A cold gust of wind blew past me reminding me of my nudity, the layer of blood coating my fur and skin, not doing much to shield me from the elements. My mood took a severe hit as I stared down on what had to be at least a C-cups. I cursed under my breath as I poked the big lumps of fat, not letting me forget what I actually was.

  There were discarded bones lying everywhere, like I had thrown them randomly around me as soon while I was lost in my eating frenzy. I tried to find what remaining clothes the elves had been wearing, but was quickly disappointed when I inspected the pieces of torn fabric lying nearly as spread as the bones.

  Remembering the backpacks at the campfire, I made my way over there and opened the first bag. The first thing I found was a long thick green woolen cloak, complete with a hood. Excited, I tried it on and found it a few sizes bigger than preferable, I shrugged and kept looking through the bag.

  I found several large folded leaves, containing what seemed like hard flat bread. I gave the food an experimental sniff before throwing it away, clearly not suited for fox consumption.

  I also found several knives, their handles decorated in beautiful cravings, a simple hand axe for felling trees, a few pieces of flint, a small sewing kit with threads in several colors we couldn't produce in the village and another two woolen cloaks, one of them fitting better than the one I was wearing.

  The spoils from the elves were fantastic, I actually had several tools now, much better then what the village could produce. I packed up everything, deciding to even bring the empty backpacks. I thought about running home and getting my scolding from Mother.

  Hmmm, I'm in for a scolding either way, so there isn't any point in rushing home anymore. Maybe I should do something decent first? From what Gildor's actions earlier, I'm fairly certain that elves bury their dead. Maybe I should make a grave for their bones, that way could do something nice for the elves and I could also hide some of the evidence of what occurred here.

  I found a spot where the ground seemed relatively soft and started digging, my claws easing the task of softening the soil. I continued digging until I had a decent sized hole a few feet in depth. I then started collecting the bones of the elves. I thought that it might have been better to have separate graves for them, but I had no chance to separate their bones the way I had flung them around in my frenzy, so a shared grave had to be good enough.

  After spending nearly an hour digging and collecting bones, I had managed to gather everything in the grave. I had even found a necklace while gathering the bones. It was a beautiful leaf made out of some metal, with several green gemstones, set in the shape of a leaf. It felt to stupid to bury it with the elves so I put it in my bag with my other spoils.

  With a heavy sigh I covered the hole with soil again, and made a cross out of sticks for a marker. I did my best to cover my nudity with my new cloak before clearing my throat and spoke out loudly like I would, if I had an audience.

  “We’re gathered here today to mourn the passing of Gildor the elf and his friends. They were sadly unfortunate enough to meet me. I intended them no harm, yet they attacked unprovoked.

  Actions have outcomes, damage have costs and mistakes have consequences.

  With patience, faith and a little diplomacy things could have turned out differently, but sadly what is done is already in the past. We therefore commit these bodies to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Amen”

  I tried not to cringe at my use of the Christian burial phrase, it was the best I could do in such short notice. I might be one that killed them, but at least I could do my best at giving them a decent burial. I held a paw-full of soil, and sprinkled it slowly over their grave before turning and walking away. I put the backpacks on together with Gildor’s sword and started running home, dreading actually meeting Mother and feeling her wrath. I hoped she might go a little easier on me, seeing that I managed to grow my second tail, but I had my doubts.