The werewolf bit me on the shoulder immediately, making me one of it`s kin, suddenly, bloody, horrible, gnarled pieces of bone burst from my hands.... Claws. I started to grow fur and a muzzle sprouted from my face and I grew four feet taller. This was the start of my life as a Lycantrophe... I started to struggle, and shot at the other wolf, slashing at it wildly, it parried my blows, and countered them with his own, we fought for what seemed like years, when I saw an opening and thrust my new claws... straight into the beast`s throat
To Be Continued
Wrath of Magic · Mon Aug 22, 2005 @ 06:59pm · 1 Comments |