Somewhere, in a forest just east of the city, a large shape tackled a grazing deer, razor sharp claws ripping into its flesh and dragging out its entrails, bringing them up to his mouth and munching on them. The shape snarled as it enjoyed its half alive meal. Before too long, however, the deer gurgled as blood poured out of its mouth. It was dead. Once the shape has eaten its fill, it let out an ear piercing howl. Then, the shape began to change. Its body twisting and reforming until it was shaped like a man. This man was Cyrus Kingsdale, and he was getting ready for a long night of hunting. He wiped the blood from his mouth, then shivered. The nip of the evening air was especially harsh on his nude form. He sighed to himself, beginning the trek to the edge of the forest, where he left his supplies. Once there, he first put on his clothes. He dressed simply; a white tunic and leggings.<br/><br/>He pulled a fur cloak over his shoulders. This cloak was made from the pelt of his favored hunting wolf after it died. He wore it to remind himself of home; and it was also something that made him feel like his old friend was still with him. He then began to hike to his special hunting spot. This was where he would set up camp. It was funny; he left home to get out of the forest, but he spent just as much time in the forest now that he was gone. Maybe he missed it deep down. The thrill of the hunt, the wind through his fur. He was so lost in thought, he didn't realize he made it to his clearing. He set up his tent and gathered up some wood. He had a good campfire before too long. "Okay... now for my favorite part."<br/><br/>He took every piece of clothing off. He stood still for a moment, completely silent. He wasn't even breathing. Then, without warning, he let out a groan, bending over. Very slowly, he began to change. His teeth became razor sharp. He grew fur all over his body. His bones broke and reformed themselves. His fingernails were pried apart by claws that formed on his hands. His ears grew, becoming pointy. His face became elongated, forming a snout. Then, his regularly blue eyes turned yellow. The werewolf then took off, searching for its quarry.