((I'm gonna change her personality a bit. She's going to be really shy and quiet, but she'll open up quickly once she feels comfortable around someone. And she sees her shifting as a curse, since she has to eat meat in wolf form to survive))))
It was dark in the woods, and a large, muscular form was skulking through the trees, running as fast as the wind. As fast as the form was going, it made not a single sound. Once the form came into a moonlit clearing, a large, black furred wolf with piercing green eyes was shown, on the heels of a deer. The wolf was closing in, and she leaped, her huge paws landing atop the frightened animal. She immediately finished the deer off, then dug into her meal, whilst her human mind inside was crying over this poor animal's death. She finished her meal, then stepped away, shifting to her human form, a gorgeous, dark haired, small, bird like beauty. She felt tears trail down her cheeks as she gazed at the animal, wishing she had not had to murder it just for her to live. She turned away from the animal, shivering from the chill in the air. She must get home before she catches a cold, or something worse. And she was bound to catch something, due to the fact she was in her spaghetti strap tank top and silk pajama shorts. She tucked her chin into her chest, crossed her arms, and ran towards home, all the while with tears falling down her face.
When she reached her house, she quietly tiptoed to the side of the house where her window was, and crouched down, gathering strength in her legs and leaping up to her window on the second floor, fluidly grabbing the window ledge in her hands, then climbing in, all in five seconds with an ability ten times better than the most professional acrobats. She brushed off her shorts, and glanced up, only to startle and clap a hand over her lips to keep from screaming. There, lounging on her bed, was a pale, somewhat transparent blonde boy with piercing green eyes. She started a moment or two, realizing she was a wreck, with her tear streaked face and wind blown locks. But, she was also terrified out of her mind, causing her to start crying all over again. She sank to the floor, gazing at the floor as she struggled to catch her breath. Asthma was another problem she seemed to suffer from. She brought a shaky hand to her chest, and then, without looking up, quietly whispered to the ghost boy,
"Who... who are you...?"
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Soddenfur