Juliet groaned before she even opened her eyes. She mentally did a body check, carefully wiggling her toes, shifting her legs slightly and finally up to her fingers and then head and neck. Everything seemed to be in working order that is... nothing was broken or fractured. Bruised…well that was another story. She felt like she had just been hit by a 16 wheeler about four or five times. But she was used to it by now; it had grown part of her normal routine. If you considered shifting into a giant, amber colored werewolf every full moon part of your run of the mill routine then yes, it was very normal.
She wasn’t born this way. Oh no. She had been cursed a very long time ago. Juliet looked like any twenty year old out there but she was in actuality somewhere around seven -hundred -and –nine. She couldn’t be too sure; she started losing count of the years after her 600th birthday. It was just an estimate, but it was as good as any. Juliet didn’t have anyone to care how old she really was, she didn’t even have anyone to tell. It wasn’t exactly easy for her to make friends since she moved every three to four years. The whole not aging aspect of her live forced her to live like a gypsy in a way.
The year of her birth was somewhere around 1302 in France. Just around the beginnings of the witch hunts all across Europe. Long story short, she befriended a woman who was an apothecary who was accused of being a witch and then burned at a stake. She had only one son named Gabriel who was a werewolf, Juliet’s lover and also the one who had turned her but… her savior. He died to save her from exposure to her village of what she really was, since he never forgave himself for what he did to her, and was beheaded. (That’s the only way to kill a werewolf besides using silver.) Juliet then fled France and came to the United States and has been roaming ever since.
Slowly she opened her slightly eerie green eyes to the blinding sunlight beating down on her from above. Twigs and rocks dug into her bare flesh as she rolled onto her side wincing as she felt something re-open and hot liquid dripped down her shoulder. She didn’t remember anything from last night. That usually happened though when she shifted. It either went: she remembered it all, she remembered nothing, or she remembered very small bits. This time it was nothing, the only hints she as to what happened last time was a body full of bruises and cuts that were healing quickly. One of the very, very few perks of being what she was.
Carefully she stood up; her long auburn hair lay in thick mats to the small of her back. Dirt was thick underneath her nails as well as blood. A bit of fur was stuck in her teeth that she quickly spat out. Slowly and cautiously she made her way back to where she stashed her spare clothes and some food. Juliet grabbed the canvas back she had hidden in the hollow of a tree and dressed first that was all she needed was for a pair of hikers to see a completely naked woman in the forest. It wouldn’t have been the first time though unfortunately. She slipped into her undergarments, jeans and a t-shirt. She proceeded to yank the snarls out of her hair while scarfing down several energy bars and an entire bottle of water.
She took a moment to breathe then and she leaned against the trees cleaning the filth out from under her nails and then splashing her face with a bit of her remaining water. Juliet felt a bit better considering what she went through last night. She didn’t want to even think about it. She slung the bag over her shoulder and started making her way through the forest.
Somehow she must have gotten turned around; she blamed it on the exhaustion, for she found herself at the edge of a clearing. It was beautiful, soft green grass, flowers glooming and the sun shining gloriously down into it like a beam from heaven itself. It looked like something out of a Childs picture book, where was the unicorn and prince charming? The grass was a bit long and she looked up at the trees around her, hearing the birds chirp and watching the white clouds waft across the sky. She made her way towards the center of the meadow when her foot stepped on something soft but firm. Juliet gasped and leapt back, her eyes shooting down to see a young man lying on his back and she realized she must have stepped on his fingers.
“I’m so sorry!” she apologized quickly “I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?”