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Anticlaire gazed at the waxing and gibbous face of Luna and a rumble of passion crept from her prodigious throat. Seemingly in sympathy with their leader, the remaining members of the Benandanti pack either whined or let out small yips as if eager to begin the hunt. "She is beautiful," she...

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OUT OF CHARACTER due to my character being out of the scene, I cannot do mucch until my character is back, but cyberwatt has PMed me, and he wants Hal to keep his ailment. I shall edit posts accordingly. Thanks Thunderclaw, Game master of apocalyptic earth. OOC Post: Sorry guys, please don't misund...

Anticlaire shook herself and let out a short breath. "Very well. Juliard, Paulus, Tintooth, Altair, Hopkins: you have your orders. Carry them out. Do not engage unless attacked or if you see evidence of Malandanti infiltrators beyond the city limits." "What about you?" Juliard sa...

They were too fast. No escape. No hope. Vague shapes proffering their words to him. Meaningless: echoes in the sewer that was his mind. Too many changes: freakish transformation followed by a living rot. Loneliness: all he knew. A rat dared to poke its snout out from an overflow vent. Swift as light...

Many of the Benandanti crouched low to the ground, muted growls issuing from their throats. Juliard unsheathed unusually long, sharp claws and bared her teeth. Nietzche began making yipping sounds like a hyena and shifted from his human form into a stocky creature with almost unnaturally pointed ear...

Hal. Did he know that name? Was there someone named... Hal? The monster stared in a wild mixture of terror and hunger at his captors. One muck-encrusted claw parted from his face to reveal one baleful yellow eye that darted back and forth, searching for a way of escape. Despite his bulk, the creatur...

"So be it," Anticlaire said. Then she gestured to some of the outriders. "Paulus, Tintooth, take point. Altair, Hopkins, escort the Untamed and provide support. Juliard, take two of the wildlings and watch our flanks; the experience will be good for them. The rest of you, with me. Pro...

How? How had he been seen? Runrun. No food here, only death. Only hate. Runrun! The shape in the sewer muck scrambled away, paws splashing in the poison, claws gouging the tunnel concrete. Deep in the mind of the beast was a small voice: no, think! Not an animal. Man. Man. Man! So lonely. So afraid....

For a moment, Yami could have sworn that Anticlaire's lower lip was trembling when he had finished his narrative. But the moment was passed and the Benandanti alpha's stoic composure was back, if indeed it had ever been lost. "Sister?" It was Juliard's voice now. "This village they sp...

During Yami's recounting of recent events, the two werewolves saw Anticlaire's face shift through a series of emotions, from stony examination to surprise, and then to concern that seemed almost frantic in its intensity. “You sense him? How? Forgive me, but we Benandanti are not blessed with the hig...

"I am honored by your faith in us," Anticlaire said, nodding to Yami and Thunderclaw in turn while placing one fist over her chest in some sort of salute. "You honor Erhard as well, as he has obviously been the first of our kind you have encountered. We will return your trust with fai...

The woman held up a hand in a placating gesture, and Yami caught the yellow gleam in her otherwise-human eyes. "You know in your heart who we are, friend. We are enemies of the creatures you have fled from. But as to names..." She gestured to her companions, most of whom continued to fixat...

Hi again! How's this item look to you? ===================== Type of Item: Cursed Amulet Name: Amulet of Nefurba Appearance: A seemingly perfect oval-cut emerald set into a tarnished silver brooch (all Edit: non-magical end of edit attempts to clean the silver will fail) and hung from a necklace of ...

Hi Thunderclaw. Here is my idea: please let me know if it needs any revision. Name: Hal Appleyard alias: none title: no official title, sometimes called informally the "Gray Street Horror" Race: recently transformed and partially disabled werewolf (may transform semi-at will between human ...

Interesting posts. While I've never actively tried to transform myself, I have noticed a few things that would have tempted me to become a therian had not my worldview precluded such things. My own canines are abnormally sharp (it actually made a child stare at me once). My ears are also slightly po...

The voices fell silent for a moment. Then the commanding voice returned, still in a whisper. "Come, white one. We mean you no harm." When Yami emerged at last into the light of the cloudless moon-lit sky, it was to see a strange spectacle. Standing or crouching on the slopes of the mountai...

The sun had long since set when Yami heard the whispers. Low hushed sibilances that seemed at the edge of a dream, they brushed the borders of his consciousness like solitary flakes of snow in a remote meadow. They seemed to drift into almost musical tenor then into monotone hisses, now gentler, now...

Certain bits of Armenian folklore might have what you want (at least when it pertains to females). Check out the Wikipedia werewolf article.

Any previews of your work available?

Hi everyone! There is another alternative converning silver: in the old mystery movie "The Beast Must Die," the werewolf could only be killed by silver when the full moon was out and a concentrated amount of Wolfsbane pollen was present in the air. In other words a highly unlikely combinat...

One type of injury that is often overlooked, misdiagnosed in the medical community, and which, depending on the nature of the werewolf's transformation, may affect his ability to change: traumatic brain injury (TBI to the human services community). In a normal human, nerve damage does not heal and n...

Interesting topic and equally interesting responses so far. I agree that a great deal of deconstruction and "re-creation" goes on amongst the devotees of werewolves and related therianthropes; this is human nature. My sincere hope is that we will utilize our creative energies to display a ...

Greetings, Mr. Atrox. So you are painter and writer; very interesting. I think you'll find kindred spirits extremely rife here: check out the art and creative writing sections for examples.