The people of Lupinoath had always lived in fear of the forest - there was something wrong about it, something unnatural. All living things steered well clear of the gnarled, crooked trees that reached menacingly towards the sky. Only the wind dared to get close enough, only for a fleeting second to stroke the twisted branches. But that was not the only source of fear - for the local legends told of an unspeakable horror that lurked in the shadows. A creature perhaps, vaguely human, but stripped entirely of any emotion or conscience.
Once a month, when the moon was full, the valley would resound with unearthly howls and snarls from the forest. The people had managed to gain an uneasy truce with the creature, offering a livestock tribute every month on the full moon. Despite this sacrifice, there was always a sense of foreboding on the night of the full moon - people were unusually quiet, and would lock and secure their homes to protect their families. The townspeople had learnt a saying from birth, instilled in their minds so that fear would overpower any urge to enter the forest:
"Stray not into the forest,
For you shall not return,
When the moon is full and bright,
It will claim its kill"
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Blood Curse
Horror"By day the lycanthrope retains his human form, but in the light of the full moon he is cursed to walk the earth in the skin of a wolf. His hunger for flesh is insatiable, his speed is incomparable, his cunning is uncontrollable. The curse is passed...
