Ok! Im not a writer, so this would sound A LOT, like a damm fanfic. But hey! You will never know if will actually work, without testing, ritgh? So...i would like to share some of my ideias, of how i would make my on "Werewolves" movie. Because i love the idea, but the execution wasnt that good. So i want to share my own version.

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HOT TAKE: It would be a animated series.

I know that mithg be a little weird but follow my line of though!

1- I like anitmations.

2 - A werewolf story made in live action, at least from my point of view, significantly limits what can be done regarding... well, werewolves. If it's CGI, it runs the risk of looking too fake or not. And with practical effects, there are many things that can go wrong with makeup, props, and animatronics sometimes... not to mention the issues arising from the high costs that all of this can generate, which depending on the budget, can lead to significant problems. However, with animation, many of these difficulties could be avoided, at least in my opinion. A more stylized 3D approach would prevent it from looking too dated and would help manage expenses (fewer episodes per season, allowing each episode to have a higher production value).

3- Reduce some of the influencies of Purge, and take a more "28 days" and "30 days of nigth" aprouch. Making the story happen in lockdown city, and isolated from the rest of the country after the supper moon.

5- Make a lot more focous on the horror aspect, with a pinch of cool actions scenes here and there.

6- Make the protagonist be a normal pearson. A civilian, that recent transformed werewolf and is trying to find the rest of his Family, and protect then from other infected. Inclunding a gang of werwolfs, that are compost by rough militaries raiders.

And you guys! What are your version of Werewolves?

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I’ve read a few stories and books and am looking for something new as most stories I’ve found tend to either be mainly horror or romance when involving werewolves. These themes are perfectly alright, I just would like to read something where the werewolves have a different motivation. I find the idea of werewolves wanting to infect others to expand their numbers interesting, compared to the primary motivation being to hunt or kill. Are there any stories like this around?

Wanna make a thin male / feminine ( for the flat chest gals lol) body type. What you guys think 🤔

Pretty solid werewolf horror novel where the world's in turmoil due to werewolves getting discovered from exposure to encroaching human civilization, likened to how Ebola was originally isolated then got exposed to so many people. The werewolves aren't like zombies, mindless & moving as some horde, they're cunning predators & got structure/hierarchy in their packs, & could breed like normal mammals too, so infecting humans aren't the only option (especially given the like... 50/50 chance of turning or dying whilst doing so, doesn't make it the most reliable method).

Big fan of the horror classics - Dracula, Frankenstein, Jekyll/Hyde, etc, so I would like something along those lines. Not necessarily truly victorian, but horror and a pre-modern setting is preferred, however I’m open to anything as long as the werewolf content is decent!

I know there’s Cycle of the Werewolf by Stephen King but that’s about where my list ends.

Preferably little to no romance, not interested in Twilight, lmao. My favorite werewolf “types” are the classic Van Helsing type, or the Bloodborne/Resident Evil 8 type (aka the man-beasts)

Any and all suggestions welcome! Thanks!

Hey everyone! I completed another chapter of my story, however, this chapter was the first transformation of my character into his Lycan form. Therefore, I'd love to get some feedback and what you guys think about this transformation scene. This is just a snippet of the chapter, which will be available in full at 8 AM MST tomorrow. Trigger Warning (Body Horror, Gore).

Spoilers Ahead: If you haven't read my story, and you want more context before the first transformation, please follow the link in the comments to read it in full. If you don't mind being spoiled, keep reading ;-)

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"Yo Mason are you okay?", Mason heard Adan ask as he kneeled to get to Mason's level, grabbing his hand and practically prying it from Mason's face. "Woah! Dude what's with your eyes?", Adan asked, horrified as he let go of Mason's wrist. Mason saw that Reagan was sitting in stunned silence.

"Dude your eyes are...glowing!", Reagan said, his face frozen in the same shocked expression.

Mason couldn't even respond before he felt the stinging pins and needles sensation in the tips of his fingers. All ten of his digits felt like someone was shoving bamboo shoots under his nails. In horror, he gasped as he watched his right thumbnail begin to split down the middle. A groan escaped his lips as he firmly grabbed his wrist with his left hand. A long, razor-sharp, black claw began extending from his now barren nailbed.

 Without another word, Mason scrambled to Adan's bathroom as the boys shouted for him to come back. He ignored their pleas, slamming the brown door behind him and pressing the lock button to keep his friends away from him. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw his eyes.

His eyes, now a glowing, neon-yellow color flashed back at him. He felt himself grip the edge of the porcelain white sink, before lifting his hand as the remaining 4 fingernails on his right hand split apart, the same black claws extending at least 2 inches long. Using his new claws, he quickly lifted the broken, bloodied keratin pieces and almost threw up. As if his terrifying transformation was egged on by fear and disgust, all five of his left fingernails were shredded apart and replaced with claws. Tightening his grip, Mason saw that his claws had left deep, visible scratch marks in the once pristine white porcelain that was now stained with blood from Mason's fingertips. Fuck, this isn't real. This isn't real.

As if the pain he was feeling was doing a world tour inside his body, he felt soreness begin to form in his mouth. Mason dropped his jaw, seeing that his gums had begun to bleed slightly. Thinking quickly, he turned on the faucet and started to scoop handfuls of water in his mouth, swishing like crazy trying whatever he could to stop what was happening to him. However, when he spit the bloody, red water from his mouth, he heard a disheartening clatter as he saw something small and white fall into the sink. Is that my...?

Mason couldn't even finish his thought as the pain seemed to return to his gums and teeth. He felt the sensation of all of his teeth beginning to loosen in his mouth. Some of them dropped out of his mouth and made a soft clinking noise as they pattered into the sink like the most terrifying rainstorm ever. The teeth that weren't falling out of his mouth were spit out in intervals when Mason couldn't stand the feeling of his molars about to slide down his throat. Soon, all 32 of his adult teeth were piled up in the sink.

As his mouth was dribbling a bucket of blood into the sink, he began to feel a different pain. A sharp pain echoed through his mouth, earning another groan from the teenage boy. He looked at his open, bloody mouth, in the mirror. Then, he saw as several, razor-sharp teeth, began to push through his gums. As if things couldn't get any worse, he felt the burning sensation reach down his throat. It was then he heard knocking at the door.

Of course, Reagan picked the worst time to come and check in on his friend. Mason would've been grateful in any other situation, but he was not willing to let Reagan endanger himself. "Mason? Are you good bro?", he heard his friend ask, muffled by the door between them.

Mason could barely form a response, let alone speak proper English with his new mouthful of massive teeth. Still, he responded, "Ugh, Yesh, I'm phine! I promish!, his words took on a lisp.

"Bro, are you sure? I think you need to go to the hospital!", Reagan shouted through the door. His well-meaningness did not go unnoticed but now was not the right time.

"JUST GO AWA-!", Mason roared, scaring even himself. His voice suddenly cracked as his vocal cords shredded apart. As they morphed into a new form, Mason found his speech devolving into a series of horrified pants, growls, and snarls.

Mason's mind raced, "What's happening to me?", he questioned internally. At this point, he could only stare and pant in horror as he watched the cartilage of his ear stretch unnaturally into a pointed shape.

Unexpectedly, Mason felt a burning and itchy sensation spread across his entire body. His claws made short work of his t-shirt and he ripped the cotton fabric as if it were paper. The itching was consolidated around his bite, which now looked red, and irritated.

Suddenly, he heard a snap followed by unimaginable pain. His right index finger began popping at the joints. Making a soft, grotesque clicking sound as the bones in his digits began to break and elongate. Flipping his hand to the palm side, he saw his palms begin to toughen. He developed pads that made his hands look like an ungodly amalgamation of dog paws and human hands.

Mason felt the pain begin radiating towards his feet as his body seemingly forced his feet into a plantar position. He felt his toenails fall to the same fate as his fingernails, broken apart to make way for shorter but still deadly claws. Mason then felt his heels, toes, and ankles begin to pop like his fingers did. He saw his white socks explode with a soft Shhrrp sound as his feet morphed into massive paws. His heel began to stretch and extend until Mason could no longer lay his feet flat. He continued to grip the sink as he was attempting to avoid falling, but still could not handle the pain and slumped to the floor.

Then, he felt his internal organs begin to slither inside him, morphing and moving to more closely match the anatomy of a canine. Mason gagged and coughed as his stomach and lungs grew bigger than those of humans. His gagging was interrupted as his tongue began to stretch and flatten, becoming too large for his mouth.

It seemed as though Mason was allowed some relief from his transformation. He lay gasping for air on the ground. Begging and pleading with himself to wake up from this terrible nightmare.

That was when his muscles began to swell and thicken, and he could feel his vertebrae, shoulders, and ribcage begin to shatter to better support all this new weight. Mason's scrawny, pigeon chest began to swell into a solid wall of muscle, and soon, his arms and legs followed suit and became thick with newly formed cords of muscle. This allowed him to once again support his weight, and he wearily began to stand again.

His visage in the mirror was grotesque and horrifying. His new height made it so he had to duck and step back from the sink to see his entire figure. Mason watched his skin writhe and stretch as it was forced to accommodate his constantly growing body.

Then came the feeling of a million white-hot needles breaking through his skin as long, black fur began to sprout across his body. What began as a faint dusting of normal-looking body hair quickly spread to cover every square inch of his torso, arms, and lower body. He scratched with his powerful claws but no amount of scratching would relieve the horrible itching and burning feeling.

As he reached the final stages of his transformation, Mason heard Reagan outside.

"ADAN! Where's that bathroom key?", Reagan shouted as he could hear them scrambling to figure out what was going on in the bathroom.

"I'm finding it! Damn it!", Adan cursed from another place in the house.

Mason had to get out of there, Now. However, he found his focus going toward his rear as he twisted his thick, muscular neck to watch his tailbone elongate into a hairless tail that wagged behind him. Soon, with a soft sound of fluffing fur, his new appendage was covered in as much hair as the rest of him. He felt his new, fluffy tail, swishing behind him.

Finally, Mason stared at his reflection in the mirror before he felt a crack form in the bones of his face. With an agonized growl, Mason's face began to stretch forward. Despite bringing his hands, well paws now, to his face to seemingly try to force his bones to stop morphing. It soon took the form of a short muzzle, one that fit his new teeth and tongue much more comfortably. When the cracking subsided, Mason removed his paws from his face and glanced at his visage one final time. He was no longer Mason, he was a monster now. With a deep breath, he filled his lungs with oxygen and howled.

Either in anger at his situation or due to his primal animalistic aggression taking over his mind, the beast that was once Mason violently slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it into pieces.

She was bitten when she was a baby right? Then why nobody noticed?

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY CAR!" The 2022 Audi A6 screeched to a halt so rapidly that it left its tire marks upon the black tar roadway. "SCREAM AT ME AGAIN AND SEE IF I DON'T BEAT YOU WITH MY FUCKING HEEL!" His bravado instantly dwindled as she stared him down while holding one of her shoes up as a weapon "Just get out of my damn car!" The tension was still there but he'd lowered his voice a few octaves, knowing what she could do.”WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE!” She waited for his response, as they both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, for instance, he thought of just letting her stay as he looked around the dark landscape surrounding them, but that feeling of sympathy disappeared just as quickly as it manifested.” Too fucking bad! Should have thought of that before grabbing my phone!”.

Without any hesitation Gabriel Marie Rivera grabbed her overnight bag, opened the passenger side door, and stepped out into the night, slamming the door as hard as she could knowing it would piss him off and as if in acknowledgment, he spun his tires releasing the smell of burnt rubber into the air and producing clouds of white smoke as he did. "Such a douchebag." She thought to herself as she watched the car race away until the red lights rounded a corner and disappeared.

The night was not going the way she had thought it would, it was supposed to be a romantic Friday night with some dinner at her favorite Thai place, some dancing at the new spot that opened up "The Observatory" situated within “The Top” hotel famous for its views from the high point observation site, all to celebrate their blossoming relationship.

The dinner had been nice even with his constant glances at his cell phone, but it was the drive through the park on their way to the hotel that had made her tolerance bar shoot into the "red zone". The texting while driving was bad enough but the smile on his face had her blood boiling faster than a water-filled tea kettle on the open flame of a stovetop burner.

She'd reached over and grabbed his phone only to justify her suspicion as she saw the sexually charged conversation he was having with some other woman, without a moment’s thought she just flung the nine-hundred dollar phone out the window, the cracking and shattering of the device seemed louder than it should in the quiet night. Now she found herself alone in the moonlight on an eerily quiet road.

Five minutes later she was walking through a large grass field heading to the running path she'd used so many times before during early sunrise and sometimes just before sunset, somewhere beyond the tree line looming in front of her was the hotel she was supposed to be having one of her best nights in, “Well Gabby your luck has once again proven true, at least this one was only two weeks in.” she chuckled to herself as she trudged on.

The emptiness around her was creepy but at least it allowed her to change from her short dress to her jogging pants, and top as well as the hoodie that came in handy with the rapidly cooling night. “Thank God for my overnight bag!” she thought as she changed her heeled shoes to her running shoes. Just as she was about to zip up the bag and sling it over her shoulder messenger style, she remembered her safety net and reached into the interior of the bag once more, after a few seconds of rummaging around she’d found it, “Oh Myrtle, how could I forget you?” with a sly grin she pulled out the palm-sized canister of pepper spray and slid it inside her pants pocket.

Within a few minutes, she found herself at the edge of the tree line and stopped to adjust her bag strap onto her other shoulder when a sudden chilly breeze caressed the skin along her forearm and made the hairs stand at attention, somewhere very near the sounds of breaking branches echoed into the night, she looked around frantically never even realizing that her hand was cradling the canister through her pants as if for reassurance.

The low-hanging branches whipped across her face stinging her soft skin as she ran full steam through the sparsely lit forest, the moment she’d heard the sound her feet went into motion, removing the bag's shoulder strap and ditching it amongst the trees, she was an avid runner but the landscape before her was not easy for traversing at such high speed. The lighting was sporadic due to the cover created by the canopy of trees above her, moonlight beamed down through the leaves in spots but unlike the field, here the darkness covered more territory.

“Don’t fucking stop!” she yelled at herself internally as she dodged trees that seemed to almost spring out of the darkness, “Let’s go Gabs! The hotel and club are on the other side of this forest, you can do it!” She'd tried her cellphone but was greeted with no signal “Damn mountains!” she tossed it in anger as she had done with Oscar's, the cracking of plastic and glass as it contacted a nearby tree immediately made her regret the action, now she had no way to communicate even if she reached somewhere with a good signal.

She could just imagine Oscar dancing the night away, having a great time as he searched for her replacement to take to the room, he had reserved for them “Again, FUCKING DOUCHEBAG!” Her eyes suddenly bulged out in surprise as she realized that she’d just yelled that out loud, which would probably alert whoever or whatever was out there of her position, and two her left foot caught on a large tree trunk that crossed her path, sending her flying through the air with her arms flailing. Her forehead made contact with a decent-sized branch before smacking the ground hard and knocking the air from her lungs. The taste of dirt filled her mouth and for a second transported her mind to the day she’d decided she was going to be the next Evel Knievel and tried to jump a row of Barbie dolls with her new bike training wheels and all, the plan had seemed flawless to her ten-year-old self until of course the cardboard ramp she'd made with some piled up rocks for support collapsed and sent her over her handlebar, the outcome had been her face planting into the dirt turf of an abandoned lot.

The sudden urge to breathe startled her as it caused her to turn her body and sit up, just as it had all those years ago. "Nice Fucking going gabs!! That was right up there with every friggin victim in a slasher film running from the bad guy!" She got to her feet and began to brush herself off when her peripheral vision caught the movement of something dashing through the trees, running parallel to her position, followed by the most menacing growl she’d ever heard, in her twenty years of being a mail carrier she had been in situations with many unruly dogs, but nothing ignited the fear in her like that sound just had.

It didn't take much prodding to get her legs moving again after that, she was giving the “Flash” some competition as she pushed herself hard in her effort to escape, as she ran she caught sight of a roadway some ten feet below her, she was ecstatic upon seeing it almost to the point of just bolting down the hillside, but the descent was way too steep for her to attempt it, “look for a better spot to climb down Gabs! This is it!”

She had a full-blown smile on her face when out of the woods emerged a creature the size of a bear, with one muscular arm already swinging her way, the claws of the hand-like paws catching the moonlight just before making contact with her. For the second time on this night, she was once again airborne, this time though she was traveling backward. “FUCK!” as she made contact with the ground her mind was already in survival mode and trying to get her body back up even before it had come to a stop from the momentum “GET UP, GET UP, GET UP!” Just as she was upright, she caught a flash of black fur and found herself on the ground again, but this time something else was there with her.

The smell of rotting meat smacked her in the face and jump-started her gag reflex, it reminded her of the drive through a small Dominican Republic village during a vacation where she saw rotting meat on hooks that had been in direct sunlight all day, being sold to the locals. She had lowered the window for a photo, but the rancid odors had prompted her to quickly close it again, the driver worried about the gagging she was doing had warned her to not vomit in his taxi. Something smacked her right cheek and slid along the side of her face which made her open her eyes, she quickly regretted the action. Black gums peeled back to expose rows of large stained yellow teeth that filled her view, drool descended from its slightly open jaws, landing on the same spot as her gag reflex tried to jumpstart, she couldn't breathe let alone move as it laid on her chest, then without warning the jaws lowered and clamped onto her left shoulder.

The thumping of a heavy bass resounded amongst the trees and sparked the embers of consciousness, she'd somehow made her way down the hillside, she lifted her head which seemed to weigh as much as a full-grown elephant, and attempted to focus her vision forward towards the sound. The third attempt seemed to be the charm as she was suddenly able to focus, which brought great joy not because of the feat but because of what she was looking at.

The trees thinned out up ahead and she could see the black tar of the roadway just ten feet or so from where she lay, beyond the road she could see a chain-link fence bordering a back lot and fifteen feet beyond its galvanized steel lay her salvation, the rear of "The Observatory".

The effort to lift her body from the ground was met with pain in every part of her body, but especially to her sides and the ribs beneath, her mind was a jumble and she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here, but she knew she needed to keep moving. She felt so weak and was afraid her legs would give out soon, so she paused to lean against one of the trees and catch her breath. and suddenly doubled over as her insides decided now would be a good time to implode, it felt like someone was tying her large and small intestines in a knot, the pain was accompanied by a violent urge to vomit, which she did.

She shut her eyes to quell the double vision that came over her, in doing so her head was filled with sudden images of teeth ripping through clothing, followed by the sensation of the flesh beneath being ripped and shredded as the beast looked for a meal, she remembered as she squirmed and tried to escape her right hand was free and she reached into her hoodie pocket and wrapped it around the canister of pepper spray that was still there.

She’d unleashed the spray between the yellow-tinted orbs staring at her, the creature let go of her shoulder and tilted its head back in agony, she took advantage of the open jaws and emptied the last of the contents down the thing's throat, it made a disturbing gurgling sound as its roar of agony was suddenly suppressed, it lifted itself and tumbled backward. Everything else was a blur of movement, anger, fear and for her the desperate urge to live.

She gathered her strength and bolted from her spot, just as the beast lunged forward led by instincts and hoping to find her still there, it swung its massive arms wildly and just barely caught her shoulder before smacking into the ground, the momentum of the blow was enough to send her headfirst down the very same hillside she’d avoided just moments before.

Her descent introduced her to mother nature's natural decorations consisting of small but solid rock formations, fallen tree branches, sticks, stones, and just about everything else spread out amongst the hillside. “I’m almost there,” she thought as she straightened up and took her first step towards the end of her nightmare, and that's when the shit got even stranger. “WHERE ARE YOU BITCH? I’M GOING TO RIP OUT YOUR INTESTINES, WRAP THEM AROUND YOUR NECK AND CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF YOU!”

She had no idea who the voice belonged to and wasn't in any hurry to find out, her one goal at the moment was to make it into the club and find help, The sound of creaking metal reached her ears and she looked up to see the two steel doors of the docking bay open and a trash cart being wheeled out, “ HELP!, PLEASE DEAR GOD HELP!” in her head she’d screamed the plea out, but what came from her dry mouth was a hoarse, barely audible whisper, a sudden wave of pain swept over her body that caused her muscles to convulse and double over.

“Oh my God, Oh my God! It hurts so much!” She thought as she dropped to her knees, Her shoulder was an inferno as a fever rose within and she could feel the injury pulsing, she knew the wound would have to be attended to quickly before an infection set in, not realizing one was already streaming through her blood and quickly taking over her body.

His vision was still a blur and his mouth felt like he’d drank acid but the healing factor was doing its thing and soon he’d be ok, the beast had exited as soon as the damage was done, in human form the healing was quicker to kick in. “I'm going to enjoy shredding her skin slowly!” he thought as he reached the edge of the hillside and scanned the landscape below.

He spotted movement down somewhere past where the hillside leveled out, she was nearing the fence having already crossed the roadway, he noticed she was moving slowly and knew it wasn't just from the injuries she'd gathered “Oh my dear, you have no idea what's in store for you tonight.” he said aloud “But I guarantee you are never going to forget it.”

“Almost there.” She thought as she reached the fence, she was now lightheaded and dizzy, finding it harder and harder to keep going, but she was determined to find help. She looked around for something to aid her in climbing over since there was no way she’d be able to do it in her condition, her heart jumped with joy when she spotted the cut links near the bottom of the fence “Thank God for underage clubbers.” she thought as she stepped through and onto the parking lot.

She finally made it through the lot to the double doors having used the parked cars as support to keep her upright, to her dismay the young man had finished his garbage duties and gone back inside, “Come on Gabs, you can do this!” she pushed the doors and was relieved to feel them give way “Yes!” but just as she stepped through her legs quit on her and she collapsed onto all fours, “What the fuck!” her abdominal muscles rippled back and forth, followed by every muscle duplicating the movement “What the hell is going on!”.

He made sure no one was looking and leaped over the fence with ease, landing softly on the other side, with his vision now clear he made his way to the dock doors he’d seen her enter. “Yo dude! Mister! You can’t go in there, man! Especially naked!” he turned to the twenty-something young man before him and chuckled “To tell you the truth I’d forgotten that I had no clothes on.” he looked him up and down quickly, thinking “About the same height, slim build, similar enough ,he’ll do.” he smiled once at the confused young man and then pounced on his prey, The kid was no match for his speed. He’d stripped the poor youngster and ripped the kid’s throat out with one clawed hand, then flipped the body into the trash cart before a drop of blood had hit the concrete, then proceeded to lick the blood from his fingers before entering the building.

The beads of sweat gathered at her temples and began to run down the sides of her face, she was pretty sure if someone got close enough to her they'd feel the heat rising from her body, she’d made it into a backroom used for storage but hadn’t found anyone that could help her, The music was so loud now that its beat guided her to a door on the opposite side of the large room she placed her hands on it and could feel the pounding of the music behind it.

The main area of the club was a large two-level room with a bar taking most of the real estate on one side accompanied by a set of bathrooms on one end, a sit-down lounge fitted with booths separated by Plexiglass partitions, all surrounding the large dance floor in the center of it all. A set of stairs led up to a wraparound balcony that overlooked the dance floor below and housed more bathrooms on one side and another bar on the opposite end.

The crowd filled all available real estate On the dance floor, jumping, grinding, flailing their arms as the beat with the help of some recreational drugs, transported them to a better world than the one they occupied on a daily basis. No one noticed or at least gave any attention towards The disheveled woman making her way through the crowd.

She reached out with her dirt-encrusted nails grabbing one of the gyrating bodies turned away from her, “Hey watch it, lad...What the fuck! Yo! Don’t fucking touch me?” The man’s reaction was one of many of the same, “PLEASE HELP ME!” Her pleas garnered some attention and a few of the patrons began making their way towards her, but the sudden expulsion of what remained in her stomach upon the dance floor quickly ended all the good intentions.

In a world that had just gotten past a pandemic, no one was going to go near the woman who looked like she had a new strain of virus. She raised her head, spotted the bathroom entrance next to the staircase and bolted towards it just as another wave of nausea erupted in her stomach. Stares of pure evil were directed at her as she pushed her way into the bathroom past the gathered bodies waiting their turn and into the only open stall, the young brunette who was making her way to it didn't appreciate being pushed into the closest wall as she cut in front of her " HEY BITCH! I WAS NEXT!" The girl's protest made no difference to her as she kicked the stall door open, slamming it against one of its walls.

Her insides churned again as she closed the door listening to the added protest coming from the next stall over, she barely had time to say sorry, as everything inside her belly spewed out and into the bowl. Brenda Danvers wondered what the commotion just outside the door of her stall was all about "Jesus! Can't even pee in peace!" The sudden slamming of the door, into the wall separating the two toilets, made her jump.

"HEY! Can you take it easy over there? JESUS!" a faint "sorry." Came from behind the wall, quickly followed by the sound of its occupant hurling the insides of her stomach into the waters of the porcelain bowl, the disturbing splashes making Brenda wonder what the girl had eaten "Jesus, been there, done that." She thought "That's it hon, just let it all out, you'll feel way better afterward." She thought about it and wondered why people always said "Let it all out”, "Do you have a choice at that point?" Shaking her head she wished she'd just stayed home with her husband instead of letting her friends convince her to have a "girl’s night out", in a loud ass club with girls old enough to be her daughters and guys looking to get laid, she giggled to herself thinking "Damn, when did I become an old maid?"

The sudden sound that traveled beneath the raised wall, quickly took her from her thoughts, a chill ran through her raising the hairs on her arms like cats when danger was near “You ok in there honey?" She tried to angle her head to get a better view from underneath, shadows danced frantically upon the dark grey tiles of the bathroom floor, "Fuck this shit!" She thought as she began to rise off the toilet her survival instincts kicked into high gear. Unfortunately for her, the attempt was very short-lived as something shot out and grabbed her by her left ankle with incredible strength, the shrill scream that escaped Brenda's mouth was loud enough to shatter her eardrums.

The chorus of screams reached his ears as he made his way through the storage area and suddenly found himself dodging bodies, as they erupted through the doors ahead and pushed past him as if he didn’t exist. All were looking for an escape from the terror inside, most had no idea what that terror might be and just followed the crowd, but didn’t want to question it until they were safely outside.

“PLEASSSSSEEE Noooo” the pleas coming from the confines of the bathroom repeated themselves from different sources, all drowned out by a roar that echoed off the walls, those cowering behind the bar and sofas in the in the lounge area bolted from hiding and made for the nearest exit, not wanting to confront whatever was inside. he smiled as the screams continued and then abruptly stopped, replaced by a gurgling, then followed by the cracking of bone and symphony of desperate gorging sounds, he remembered his own “coming out” and could almost feel the desperate aching in her stomach that needed to be satiated.

Antonia Leone or “Toni” to her friends could not remember ever feeling so scared in her young life, she came from a very privileged life being the daughter of a very well-made real estate mogul and a famous criminal lawyer mother. She had gotten away with more than most seventeen-year-olds by using the family name, tonight was such a night, as soon as the bouncer read her ID she’d been allowed into the twenty-five-and-up nightclub without any question, it helped that she was dressed to the nines and her makeup gave her an older appearance.

Now though as she cowered within one of the stalls, trying to wedge herself as tight as she could between the toilet bowl and the tile wall, she knew her family status had no hold on the chaos that had erupted all around her and just outside her bathroom stall. Her young mind was still trying to comprehend how a wild animal had gotten inside the ladies' room.

She had been on her cellphone checking her social media feeds when a roar like she'd never heard before filled the entire space, she had tried to leave but then a scream followed and something hit the door, she’d looked down in horror as laying mere inches from her Christian Louboutin shoes was a leg severed from the knee down and still wearing a tan leather ankle boot. Water spewed from damaged toilets that had been destroyed, covering the tile floor with at least an inch in depth. Its paws splashed as it made its way out of the bathroom, but then came to a sudden stop, the slightest of sounds catching its heightened sense of hearing, causing the creature to spin around.

Toni let out a breath she had no idea she’d been holding as she heard whatever was out there heading past her stall, “Thank God!” she’d thought and had begun to move a little from her spot, when a sudden, startling, explosion of sound consumed her as the stall door was ripped completely off, and replaced by a giant wolf-like creature that stood on its hind legs and roared at her, exposing a multitude of sharp-edged teeth.

“MMMMOMIIEEEE!!!” was the last thing she’d ever say as she was lifted and her face was brought towards those menacing rows of teeth. The she-wolf emerged through the bathroom doors on all fours, its huge frame barely making it through, it continued until it reached the center of the dance floor then stood erect again and lifted its head, it let out a roar that morphed into a howl that threatened to shatter the glass dome above its head. The radiant sphere of the full moon beamed its light through the enclosure's panels, bathing the creature below in its light, as it continued to bay at its brilliance.

The sounds of EDM spilled from his earbuds and filled his head as he sat in his stall and carefully shook some white powder onto his index finger. The music they played in the club was good, but it didn't come close to his mixes, or so he thought.

Oscar Fuentes thought himself superior to all those around him, he'd come from the tough streets of Newark, NJ, and made his way up the chain at one of the top BMW dealerships, from being the cleanup kid to top salesman, and now at just twenty-nine, he was VP in charge of the entire sales floor.

He took a snort and cleared the white powder from his finger, sniffing at least three times and wiping any residue from his face, “time to get back to...” he gave it some thought "Toni! Yeah, that's her name!" He didn't care much about the name anyway, just those thick thighs and amazing ass, then out of nowhere Gabriel's masterpiece of an ass filled his mind "FUCK THAT BITCH, she fucking destroyed my new cell, "No Fucking RESPECT!”

He'd brought her a nice dinner and planned a great night and she flew off the deep end because of some other girl’s text! "I can't control what other girls do!", He sprinkled one more snow on his finger and snorted it up like a cartoon aardvark “Two fucking weeks of his life wasted on her dumbass!” he thought then shook it off promptly as his mind drifted back to Toni, tonight it would be Toni’s good fortune to be spending some time with him upstairs in the penthouse he'd rented for the night.

He stepped from his stall and immediately checked himself out in the floor-to-ceiling mirror “God Damn! You're a good-looking dude!” he chuckled and was about to fix his hair a bit when the mirror rippled and cracked, something on the other side of the wall had slammed hard into it “what the fuck is going on in the girl's bathroom?” he thought and a second later the screams began.

The she-wolf still stood in the center of the dance floor as she slowly scanned the area, carcasses littered the entire area as a testament to the “younglings'” hunger, with her appetite satisfied she looked for a way out, ignoring whoever was still alive, but as she turned towards the men's bathroom a tinge of recognition came to play when she made eye contact with the man that was creeping out and somewhere within Gabriel shouted “Douchebag!”

Oscar felt the icy shiver of fear run through him as he stared into the eyes of the huge creature ten feet away, before his brain's command to run had evolved into the actual action, the thing was upon him with an amazing display of speed for such a large creature. His throat constricted as it wrapped a clawed hand around his neck and lifted him with ease off the ground but to the creature’s surprise the man thing before it started to rain blows upon its head.

The seconds seemed like minutes as Oscar continued to hit its head, but it was like a toddler punching a lion, it wasn't even phased. “JUST FUCKING DO IT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” and in response, it instead tossed him back into the bathroom, a chorus of cracking tiles resounded as he slammed into the wall and slid to the floor. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” he yelled as webs of pain splintered throughout his body, he couldn't understand why it didn't just kill him, he looked around and found a good shard of tile that had shattered into a very pointed weapon.

He held it up against the advancing beast, it knelt and reached for him with a clawed hand, Oscar slashed at it and watched as the makeshift shank sliced across its forearm, smiling as blood was drawn. His triumphant moment quickly disappeared when the thing before him growled into his face and in a flash swiped its claw so fast that Oscar never felt it effortlessly slice through clothes, skin, tendons, and bone. Something thumped upon the marble floor and when he glanced down he instantly regretted having cut the beast, his right arm lay upon the floor in a pool of blood, the tile he’d used still gripped in his lifeless hand.

it grabbed his head and brought it to the sharp teeth of its maw, the man’s face contorted into a mask of pure terror as he screamed into the creature's face, the hot breath of the beast slid across his features as the teeth closed in, Oscar Fuentes screamed once more but nothing came out, the grip on his throat tightened as it ripped off his face in one movement. Satisfaction ran rampant within its mind, enough so that somewhere deep inside gabs smiled as well.

Hi, a very few of you expressed an interest in the biology/science behind werewolf physiology.

*Disclaimer: I am a biologist, with a degree in zoology. I currently work as a science teacher. I have been on and off using thought experiments to explain scientifically how transformations could take place for real. But…

• some of the science will be wrong, but sound so close to being right (I am not a physiology specialist).
• I am happy to be corrected in this regard
• you will have to suspend your disbelief anyway; we do this all the time for werewolves, so hey.
• I understand that magic has to be involved somewhere, that is my get out of jail free card.
• My intention is not to impose ideas, or even educate anyone. This post is purely for interest/shits and giggles.*

So here is Part 1: Transforming bones

Intro: Shared skeletal forms

All vertebrates, be they fish, reptiles, birds, amphibians or mammals, have similar skeletal anatomy. In that they all have spines, girdles for limbs, limbs themselves and a head. The bones of a bird wing can be matched to our finger bones for example. The layout or map of our skeletons varies wildly between vertebrates, but there is commonality between us all. Features which are lacking when compared to a common skeleton are called vestigial, for example, of the five digits commonly found at the end of limbs, horses only have one; the rest have been lost to evolution. Humans have vestigial tails, thanks to our pre-ape ancestors. Dogs have vestigial “thumbs” - also known as dewclaws. [note: most wolves do not have dewclaws, but the fact that some dog breeds do shows the genes for them are probably dormant and were reactivated when humans began to domesticate and selectively breed wolves]

So it is not a stretch of the imagination that one form can change into the other with just a few changes to the bone. Nothing needs to break, only either shrink or grow. The dewclaw into a thumb, the tailbone into a proper tail.

The physiological mechanisms of bone transformation

Within our bones are two important cell types that are constantly at work.

• Osteoblasts are responsible for making bone.
• Osteoclasts are responsible for destroying bone.

Together they are responsible for bone repair (bones take a lot of wear and tear just from day to day activities) and also respond to changes to bone use, to adapt the bones. For example if you start jogging, bone density in your legs increases. On the other hand if bones are not used much they can become weaker (such as in astronauts spending a long time in space). This is because bones also act as a mineral store for calcium, which is used in many other body systems. Indeed, if those systems are low in calcium, it is removed from your bones to maintain correct levels.

The process of bone building and destroying is generally a slow one. However naturally born werewolves or infected werewolves genetically have these processes able to happen at incredibly fast rates. During a transformation, be it from or to human, hormones unique to werewolves are released that trigger the speedier response of osteoblasts and osteoclasts. A genetic template for the werewolf shape is activated by a different hormone, while the human template is suppressed by yet another hormone. The active template is followed by the osteoblasts and osteoclasts that either elongates some bones, or shortens them, or reshapes them entirely.

If you are face to face with a wolf and want to check it’s actually a werewolf, look for the dewclaw!*

Teeth

Two versions of subspecies exist. Those that grow a whole new set of teeth from the skull, pushing the old teeth out, and those whose teeth change shape.

Evolutionary pressure has favoured those that change tooth shape as it was easier to track and prove a person was a werewolf thanks to the teeth found at the site of transformation, so the tooth-losing type are dying out thanks to pressure from hunters.

*reality check: Some wolves do actually have dewclaws but this is seen as evidence of historical hybridisation (read: mating) with dogs once in a while. Dewclaws are actually a pain and can end up causing damage to the legs, which is probably why they were lost through natural selection in the first place.

Long overdo concept art of Rykor's true form. Don't think id ever go out of my way ro commission someone to draw it since shes just a pure whire, spiritual werewolf with stark whire eyes so i coukd easily sketch this out myself, do some lineart, and leave it at rhat. No shading needed because itd be rhe same either way. Lol

So i decided to do so since i ran out of ideas and i'm trying to make an atrempt to draw at least one thing everyday this monrh

Btw what are your thoughts on "last life" sorta stuff for werewolves? think itd be cool for werewolves to be able to shift into their beastial forms as like a last sritch effort sorta thing

Say - for example said werewolf is in their human state and cant transform on their own due tonsome sort of wolfsbane or - silver poisoning. Or even like "plot armor - lmao moon aint out, you cant change"

Theyre on rhe verge of dying in battle, But their body senses this and makes one final leap to forcibly shifts into their beastial srate one last time as like an "extra life" kinda deal?

Pretty much what this is for Rykor. Avatar state sorta vibes

I woukd love to see that sort of concept put into werewolf lore.

Caught in a moment of transformation, Elésyne Luxford succumbs to the curse under the haunting moonlight of Duskwood 😊