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>You spend 1 Will. Your Will is currently 0/10.
You have been taught all of your life that animals like wolves are dangerous predators, thoughtless and driven by hunger. Now that you're looking into the eyes of one, you don't see that. Instead you see a rival, a competitor trying to muscle you out of its territory. It doesn't want to eat you, it just wants to scare you off. After everything that has happened today, you refuse to be scared any more.
Your bones crack and your flesh warps but you don't feel any pain. You just feel more powerful and confident than ever as you grow in size and sprout a coat of mottled black and brown fur. The growth spurt only takes a couple of seconds but by the time that it's done, you're over nine feet tall. Claws like knives jut out from your fingertips and your fang-filled maw is far more fearsome than your opponent's. You don't even need to look into a mirror to realise that you have become a monstrous fusion of man and wolf. You should be frightened or confused by what you have become, but you're not. This feel rights. This is what you are meant to be.
>Crinos is your war form. It enhances your rolls concerning strength and stamina with a +30 modifier and your rolls concerning speed with a +10 modifier. While you are in this form, your Rage gain is doubled, you rapidly heal outside of combat and you are particularly vulnerable to silver. Human interaction in this form is not advised.
>Homid is your human form. It is the only form you have that does not possess rapid healing outside of combat or a particular vulnerability to silver. It is the ideal form for human interaction.
The snarling brown wolf suddenly seems so small. You almost want to laugh when it starts backing away from you and you can't resist taunting the beast.
"That's right, fuck off!" Your bestial mouth distorts the words so much that they barely sound human any more. "Get outta here, you little bitch!"
As soon as you say those words, the little brown wolf rears back on its hind legs and starts to change. Its bones crack and its skin shifts just like yours did. It's your turn to snarl as the wild animal transforms into a lumbering behemoth, only a couple of inches shorter than you but just as deadly.
>You gain 2 Rage. Your Rage is currently 4/10.
"Say that one more time, cub." The wolf-man seems to struggle with English even more than you, as though the language is foreign to it. Every syllable is rough and clipped. All that matters is that it's squaring up to you, ready for a fight.
>Strike first and strike as hard as you can. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)
>Say it one more time and start running. (This will require a roll after voting is locked.)
>Demand answers. What the fuck is going on? It was able to transform like you did, so it's got to know something.
>Apologise and back down. You didn't realise that you were talking to another one of... whatever you are.
