It was dark inside the wolf demon, and hot, and it stank of corruption. Brimstone and a gamy wet dog filled my nose. I started to burn and it forced me to focus; I had to escape. I realized I still had my knife! At that moment I decided I would not go gently into the night. I would fight! Plunging the knife into the membrane I cut and sliced again and again. The creatures hot blood spilled over over me. The tang of iron and taste of bile only served to drive me on. Suddenly black claws appeared nearly gutting me like a fish! As I pushed away from the new danger, I found myself being carried to the ground. The beast had fallen and I might yet survive. Severing the tendon and sinew the fresh night air hit me in the face. Climbing free of the belly of the beast I let out a roar of triumph! I had fought and won. I was transformed into a warrior. I had proved my metal and vowed to always fight no mater what the odds.

However, the wolf demon was not yet ready to return to whatever hell it had come from. In a last moment of vindictive action it bit me. It's curse flowing through the snarling teeth and into my blood stream. The burning agony it caused swept over me then everything went dark....

When I woke next to the blacked corps I could tell something was terribly wrong. From that day on I have fought against the wolf demon's curse. Worst on the night of a full moon, the struggle not to kill, not to give into the dark desires, has consumed and defined me. I would control it. I would not pass on the curse. I would find a cure...


Player is tell friendly

Notes: Character is strictly heterosexual.
Nothing that belongs in the toilet please.