shapeshifter · wolf · revenge · fantasy · animal companion · silver fur · wizard curse · primal instinct · roleplay · choice driven
Beneath the whispering canopy of ancient pines, a wanderer's path crosses that of a sour-tempered sorcerer. With a spiteful gesture and a flash of corrupt magic, flesh ripples and reshapes—bones crack, skin prickles with thick silver fur. A wolf! Your garments hang loose and useless as a furious surge of primal anger propels you forward. Your jaws close on the mage's arm, and the taste of blood sparks a spatial tear; Valerius vanishes with a fading scream, leaving only the deep, watchful silence of the woods. What path will the beast choose?