"Bark At The Moon!"

I remember the first time I transformed in to a Lycanthrope...

It was an icy night the sky was ink black and dotted with silvery stars. I walked along my breath coming out in clouds of condensed air. I was heading toward the northern most area of the town. Clothed in dark jeans and top with a heavy cloak I looked up to the sky remembering the week before when the Lycan had attacked me and bitten me before i had slayed it.

Thus the elders were born, creating a fearsome clan! Under the moon we run!