i had a dream about werewolves. In this dream, the onset of the lycanthropy was concurrent with some serious injury. Shifting into the werewolf form would heal it, but as the month wore it, it would gradually come back, rendering them unable to think from the pain until they shifted and rampaged. There was a rogue werewolf, insane from the constant grating of his shattered arm bones. The leader of the pack was a woman whose self-control was unimaginable- she stayed together even as her flesh burned down to red bones and she became a walking skeleton.
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