Prologue: The Curse

He could feel his teeth sharpening into fangs and the fur growing over his skin, the moonlight washing over him as he ran through the forest. "Verdamt!" he thought "I didn't think the full moon would be so soon... I really should keep track of that..." He let out a howl and started running on all fours as the transformation continued. The lycanthrope continued to curse his luck "I hope nothing bad happens..." he thought to himself then all went black.
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He awoke in a field in the early morning. What he saw terrified him "Blood...!" he cried aloud. He looked around for any bodies. His eyes then fell upon the remains of what once was a sheep. "Good..." he thought, "No humans..." He looked around at his surroundings and spotted a nearby stream. As he washed up, he continued to lose himself in thought "It always looks the same..." he thought bitterly. "Damnit, I wish it didn't have to be this way..." he growled.