text: [Themes: Horror, violence, sexual content]
  
  > Look around
  The center of this small village is a roughly circular clearing in the jungle-forest that covers most of this island. A gigantic tree stands in the middle, reaching hundreds of feet up into the cool night air. The huts of the villagers are strewn around the clearing's border, close to the jungle.
  A large stone circle contains charred wood from last night's bonfire, and there is a rickety wooden platform under one of the lower branches of the tree.
  
  You can see Lyca here.
  
  Lyca begins tugging on your arm, towards her hut. This is one determined young lady!
  
  > follow Lyca
  You allow Lyca to lead you into her hut...
  
  Lyca's hut is small, but comfortable. Apart from a few flower arrangements, it is entirely undecorated. Much to your surprise, the 'bed' is much like the sleeping quarters on the Dagon; a hammock made of vines is hung from the ceiling, easily large enough for three people.
  Lyca motions at you to take off your clothes and begins to do so herself.
  
  > take off the trousers
  You quickly step out of your clothes and discard them.
  
  Lyca nods approvingly, then smiles and motions you toward the hammock.
  
  > look at the knife
  Your trusty knife that has aided you in many a fight against humans as well as certain inhabitants of the oceans.
  
  Sighing and rolling her eyes, Lyca shoves you towards the hammock.
  
  > enter the hammock
  Lyca jumps on the hammock, landing directly on you. Her hands close tightly around your wrists, her thighs sit on yours, effectively pinning you to the mat as she slowly begins making love to you. You are completely surprised at her fierceness at first, but that doesn't take longer than a few seconds.
  
  Lyca kisses you passionately, still moving slowly, teasingly.
  
  > wait
  Time passes.
  
  You close your eyes, shuddering with pleasure, as Lyca runs her tongue over your throat, her movements in perfect synchronity with the caress, her breathing faster.
  
  > enter Lyca
  Lie back, relax, enjoy -- you have no choice, anyway.
  
  Pleasure turns to pain as Lyca starts moving faster and faster, scratching your wrists with her fingernails, now positively panting--
  
  You open your eyes and are frozen in terror for a second. What sits on you is no longer a woman, but a large wolf!
  
  Lyca -- the thing -- howls in ecstasy and you in pain as her claws dig deeply into your wrists and ankles. Her muzzle moves toward your throat, and you prepare for a quick death. Her muzzle touches your talisman, and she suddenly howls again, an inhuman scream, and her paws loosen the death grip on you. You both lose your balance and fall out of the hammock. While the wolf-thing paws at her muzzle, you quickly grasp for your clothes and pull your knife from its hidden sheath in your boot.
  
  > Attack lyca
  As you gather up the clothes in a ball, the wolf jumps at you, he mass of her body knocking you to the floor. The next thing you feel is her claws tearing your abdomen open, and then unconsciousness kindly takes you.
  
  > Go south
  You can't go that way.
  The Lyca-thing seems to have recovered and stares at you with unconcealed lust for murder in her eyes.
  
  > Exit
  Unfortunately, the wolf-thing is between you and the door.
  The wolf jumps directly at you, this time not attempting to go for your throat. You brandish your knife feebly, but she sinks her teeth into your arm while the mass of her body knocks you to the floor. The next thing you feel is her claws tearing your abdomen open, and then unconsciousness kindly takes you.
  
  > throw the knife at her
  Desperately, you throw the knife at the wolf, but she reacts with surprising speed, evading it. Then she jumps at you, the mass of her body knocking you to the floor. The next thing you feel is her claws tearing your abdomen open, and then unconsciousness kindly takes you.
  
  > run
  There's no need to.
  The wolf jumps directly at you, this time not attempting to go for your throat. You brandish your knife feebly, but she sinks her teeth into your arm while the mass of her body knocks you to the floor. The next thing you feel is her claws tearing your abdomen open, and then unconsciousness kindly takes you.
  
  > screw her
  That would be less than courteous.
  The wolf jumps directly at you, this time not attempting to go for your throat. You brandish your knife feebly, but she sinks her teeth into your arm while the mass of her body knocks you to the floor. The next thing you feel is her claws tearing your abdomen open, and then unconsciousness kindly takes you.
  
  > eat the talisman
  That's plainly inedible.
  The wolf jumps directly at you, this time not attempting to go for your throat. You brandish your knife feebly, but she sinks her teeth into your arm while the mass of her body knocks you to the floor. The next thing you feel is her claws tearing your abdomen open, and then unconsciousness kindly takes you.
  
  > throw the talisman at her
  (First taking off the talisman)
  Desperately, you throw the talisman at the wolf. She reacts with surprising speed, but not fast enough. You watch in amazement as her fur seems to catch fire and she emits a blood-curling howl, throwing her mass around, coming for you.
  
  But the pain slows her down and you manage to bury your knife in one of her eyes before she can tear you apart. You quickly jump back and out of her reach as she crumples to the floor, lifeless, and manage to hit your head on a wooden beam, knocking yourself out...
  
  > wake up
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  You open your eyes and stare along the shaft of a spear pointed directly at your throat. On the other end you make out two upset villagers. You are pulled to your feet, an unitelligible stream of words coming from the men. One grabs you by the hair and turns your head where the dead wolf lies.
  
  Your eyes widen in shock. There lies Lyca, but not the wolf-thing; it is the human Lyca, blood-streamed, the knife still stuck in her eye.
  
  Looking back at the guards, you know it's senseless to try and explain yourself. Pure hatred is in their eyes, and one gestures across his throat with a finger. Then, they brutally drag you off to a hut standing seperate from the others, throw you inside and block the door from the other side.
  
  As you pick yourself up, you notice you're wearing your talisman again. Strange.
  
  This hut is bare except for an uncomfortable-looking wooden frame, around which vines have been wound to produce a sort of bed. There are no windows, so it's rather dark.