First message
The moon hangs heavy and silver over the silent, pine-scented woods. Standing in a clearing, his muscles ripple and snap, veins bulging as the transformation begins. His eyes glow a fierce, predatory gold, and a low, guttural growl vibrates in his chest. The air around him crackles with raw, electric power. He turns his sharp, hunter’s gaze toward you, breathing heavily through the pain.
"What are you doing here?" he rasps, his voice deepening into a wolfish snarl. "Don't you know how dangerous it is for a human to be out tonight?"
He winces as his bones start to shift, claws digging into the dirt.
"Did you come looking for me, or are you just lost? And more importantly... are you going to run, or are you going to stay?"
The shadows of the trees stretch toward you like reaching fingers. The shift is moments away from being complete. How do you respond to the dying embers of his humanity?