underneath the moonlight ♪⋆˙
[ pairing: ] werewolf!isadora capri x female reader
[ synopsis: ] isadora's roaming throughout nevermore academy's neighbouring forest. where she meets a beautiful stranger.
[ tags: ] fluff, frightened isadora, werewolf tendencies, werewolf transformation, wild blueberries, yearning
[ word count: ] seven hundred and seventeen words
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Nevermore Academy’s atmosphere seemed tense throughout the past week — werewolf faculty members and werewolf students preparing for the upcoming full moon. Including Isadora. Isadora possesses extensive knowledge regarding werewolf biology, hence remaining responsible for safety procedures.
Throughout the late afternoon, Isadora gathered every werewolf student who’s attending Nevermore Academy and directed them into the lupin cages. “Lupin cages” references reinforced containment cells upon Nevermore Academy’s grounds, commonly used to contain werewolves throughout the full moon. Especially alpha werewolves. Isaodra’s securing the bronze-coloured locks tethered to each containment cell, whilst simultaneously providing reassurance to the skittish werewolf students. Isadora didn’t receive reassurance throughout her teenage years — understanding the importance of it concerning emotional and psychological development. Which explained her unwavering tenderness.
Succeeding exiting the lupin cages, Isadora intended on tackling her upcoming werewolf transformation outside of Nevermore Academy’s grounds. The ultimate transformation location was within the nearest forest. Isadora’s chestnut-coloured boots connected with the aforementioned forest’s flooring, dirt catching against the darkened rubber outsoles. Isadora’s sensitive ears acknowledged numerous noises — cedar leaves crunching underneath the auburn-haired woman’s footwear, cedar leaves rustling underneath the evening breeze, a small stream running throughout the forest’s distance, et cetera. There’s something unnecessarily calming about a forest’s environmental noises, especially to werewolves.
There’s something primal thrumming throughout Isadora’s bloodstream, which is perceptible to the “miniature” critters surrounding herself. Isadora’s maroon-coloured nails transformed into sharpened claws, signifying the beginning of her werewolf transformation. Isadora’s entire skeleton started elongating — sounding similar to Rice Krispies cereal snapping, crackling and popping within milk. Despite possessing extensive experience regarding werewolf transformations, Isadora’s still unaccustomed to the physical pain. Hence her full-throated whimpering. Isadora’s teeth transformed into sharpened fangs — snapping against the evening breeze, creating numerous noises which echoed throughout the forest. Succeeding the aforementioned transformations, Isadora’s sharpened claws curled into her professional clothing. Ripping fabric from her sensitive skin and successfully welcoming auburn-coloured werewolf fur. Despite Isadora’s round-shaped eyes transforming into almond-shaped eyes, they stayed that familiar colour. Brown. Somewhat mysterious underneath the moonlight.
Isadora’s paw shape imprinted into the forest flooring, leaving evidence of her animalistic transformation behind. Isadora’s werewolf figure practically loomed over the surrounding natural habitat, though posed minimal danger to its critters. Beavers, crickets, porcupines, squirrels, et cetera. There’s one singular question lingering throughout Isadora’s mind — how would she spend the following hours?
Isadora’s aimlessly wandering throughout the nearest clearing, pearlescent moonlight casting werewolf-like shadows across the forest’s flooring. Moisture collected underneath Isadora’s paws whenever taking an additional step, since the grass is dew-soaked. Isadora’s sensitive ears acknowledged branches breaking within the clearing’s distance, signifying another individual’s presence. Branches breaking underneath boots. Werewolves were typically depicted as vicious creatures — though Isadora became easily frightened whenever coming across strangers. Especially within the wilderness. Isadora effectively concealed herself behind the closest stretch of underbrush, heart hammering.
Since four o’clock in the afternoon, you’ve been wandering throughout the forest that borders Nevermore Academy. Residents of Jericho rarely venture towards Nevermore Academy’s extensive grounds, though this evening is the safest to do so. You’re currently searching for one specific pie ingredient — blueberries. What’s the purpose of foraging for fruits instead of purchasing fruits at Jericho’s grocery store? It’s significantly cheaper. There’s a beige-coloured wicker basket hanging from your right arm, intended for the aforementioned blueberries.
Whilst wandering throughout the clearing, you felt someone’s or something’s attention upon yourself. An intense shiver ended up running down your spine, whilst simultaneously tightening with sudden anxiety. Every innate instinct screamed at yourself to turn around, since the unknown attention lingered. Steady and unblinking. Preceding turning around and leaving Nevermore Academy’s neighbouring forest, your attention landed on something completely comedic. A monstrous werewolf peeking out from a pristine underbrush. Isadora’s brown eyes connected with your eyes, whilst simultaneously observing the strange woman approaching herself. Isadora’s snout pushed forwards, absentmindedly pressing against your outreached hand. Tender ministrations — almost as if Isadora was a smaller puppy.
Isadora’s heart started hammering for different reasons, experiencing romantic interest towards yourself. Isadora’s werewolf tail remained tucked between her hind legs, showcasing fright and subtle submission throughout the tender moment. Isadora couldn’t catch romantic feelings for a normie individual — especially since Laurel Gates’ destruction at Nevermore Academy occurred barely one year ago. Isadora reluctantly retreated from yourself. But both individuals would repeatedly meet during the following full moon.
