As the sun sets over the western hills overlooking the village, one can already see the full moon shining in the dusky sky. You hear wolves howling off in the distance. Even closer than last month. They seem to be getting bolder with each waxing moon. The farmers have all brought their goats into town, hoping the wolves will at least stay out of the village. The streets are mostly empty. Even the pub closed hours ago so no one would have to be out after nightfall, in hopes of avoiding the mess created last month. The village could do with a little less excitement. You pull the collar of your coat tight to keep out the chill as you enter your home. You lock and bar your door, shutter your windows and you hear your neighbors doing the same. No ‘accidents’ this month. No way. You see the last glint of sunlight finally fade over the empty streets of your village. It looks like everyone made it inside safely. You put out your candles and climb into bed. As you begin to doze off, you think you hear the soft murmerings of voices passing past your home.
idiots. As sleep overcomes you, you realize: it is going to happen again.
I am the town haberdasher. My fine, goat pelt hats are the pride of this village, bringing folk from nearly ten miles away to shop for the finest hats for their annual harvest dances and such.
I’m but a humble dairy farmer. And a human. Were I stricken with the dread lycanthropy my prized milk cows would likely have been my first victims of my blood thirst.
I’m but a humble dairy farmer. And a human. Were I stricken with the dread lycanthropy my prized milk cows would likely have been my first victims of my blood thirst.
Drinking milk and whey for three days was often an attempted remedy of lycanthropy. Maybe you are keeping your cows alive in hopes of curing yourself.
I’m but a humble dairy farmer. And a human. Were I stricken with the dread lycanthropy my prized milk cows would likely have been my first victims of my blood thirst.
Drinking milk and whey for three days was often an attempted remedy of lycanthropy. Maybe you are keeping your cows alive in hopes of curing yourself.
Will make a note of that, thanks. I didn’t know werewolves had that sort of control over their blood lust…but I wouldn’t know, not having been a werewolf and all.
