The Howler's

beginning of times

                                                               The First Wolf Person

     The forest was a beautiful and quiet place. All the tree's rustled with leaves by the haunted wind. The stream made quiet and calm rippling noise's as it ran downstream. The tree's were splotched with several colorful colors, red, yellow, brown, and orange. Not a silent movement stirred beneath the thicket of these leaves.

     Suddenly a man's shrieking yowl broke the silence as the call crossed the tree's making all the animals look up confused. A man with shredded clothes rolled around on the leaves and grass yelling out in agony. He was firmly clutching on his right arm. A pure black wolf stood directly above him looking as if it was smiling. The man wheezed several times as a poison surged throughout his body. 

     Several moments later the man wasn't like any man you've seen before. He had a pure black wolf tail and red eyes and wolf-sharp teeth and long ugly sharp nails. He had ears pricked for prey. He had totally transformed. He was savage and out of control.