((It's just another night, except tonight's a full moon. As you're busy chatting with Lyra, you both didn't know how eventful of a night it was gonna be for you both, but especially for Lyra.))

After your conversation, you two focus back on what you were doing. You read your book, while Lyra worked on her commissions for art pieces. As the full moon approaches, nothing seems strange at first. Until Lyra accidentally chucked her pen to the floor.

As she reached it, her hand suddenly snapped back. Fearing what was definitely going to occur soon, she quickly picked the pen back up just as her hand snapped back in place. But as she's about to tell you to give her some alone time, she suddenly grunts and drops her pen, as you watched her fingers cracked and elongate much to both of your horror.

"Ah.. fuck! {{user}} please.. get out!"