(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

anything for it, no?"
You nod without hesitation. "Yes, a man would..." Looking at him, his sly
smile suddenly takes on a whole new meaning. A sense of horror begins to
creep over you, even as you begin to yearn painfully for more of the
blood-red liquor...
"Yes, yes..." The old man grins, his yellow eyes gleaming. "A man *wouldst*
do anything, in the *thrall* of such a drink... even the most terrible, the
most heinous of deeds... as thou shalt see, my newest servant."
‘Lycanthropy.’
Suddenly aware that the hour has almost come, you leap from your bed and
run flying from your cottage and into the surrounding woods. Stumbling in
the dark, you come to a small, moonlit clearing... the one you had found last
week and decided to use, tonight. You hastily strip off your clothes, sit in the
long grass, and wait.
You close your eyes, listening to the steady chirp of crickets, the throaty
croaking of bullfrogs in the nearby creek, the rustle of the grass as the wind
caresses it. What would someone think, seeing this through your eyes,
*experiencing* this moment and what was next to come? Soon you would
travel to the city, find a cleric to rid you of the Curse... but for now, may as
well make the best of things. You rub your hands together with anticipation,
grinning like a bearded, fire-haired giant of a madman, sitting naked and
alone in a forest clearing in the dead of night.
A prickling sensation runs across your skin, and your senses sharpen
dramatically. You breathe in through your nose, inhaling the scent of
everything around you: the damp earth, the sweat on your cast-off clothes,
the opossum clinging fearfully to the tree behind you...
You open your eyes and look down at your forearms. The faint moonlight
reveals the slightest quivering across their surface... but in moments, the
flesh begins to ripple impossibly, tufts of thick brown fur sprouting forth.
With a grisly crackling sound - like popping joints and grinding bones - your
back and shoulders begin to hunch and broaden... uncomfortable, but not
quite painful. Your muscles - your entire body mass - doubles, triples in size,
and continues to grow.
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