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"A druid shape-changer who worships the stars of the night sky. |
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""I'll never forget the look on my daughter's face. Sheer horror, with tears welling up in her tiny eyes. |
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The wolfbeast was me. The dead livestock, the mauled farmers, it was all me. For all my patience, I still became a monster. I have left my wife and daughter, and everything. For months at strange intervals our village was being attacked by a beast at night. It was an elusive mystery that put us all on terror's edge, until we discovered that I was that beast. I've lost control of my wildshape powers, and in the full moon I became a tormented bloodthirsty wolf, bent on death and pain. |
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I've tried to learn another channel for this power. A circle of Druids worshipping the night sky have found ways that lend my energy to the tranquility of the stars instead of animal instincts, but it is imperfect, still flawed. And as the moon approaches another full cycle I can feel darkness encroaching in... |
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The dream came to me as I slept on a forest bed - far away from anything or any one I might harm. Somehow in that dark cackling wickedness I felt a realization. He knew. He knew what had cursed me.""" |
