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You're not content to merely wait for the beast to come to you. No. You see with a perfect clarity. This was meant to be; this is destiny. You drop to all fours, loping over bloodied ground at the rampaging creature, lips pulled back, exposing rows of sharp gleaming canine teeth in fearless challenge. When it nears you, the creature grinds to a halt and you barely catch yourself before colliding into its barrel chest. Two foolish humans, most likely out of their minds on the adrenaline-high of battle, attempt to engage the beast, and it dismembers them without a second thought. It has eyes only for you. The slavering creature before you is a mockery of the title "werewolf." Its grotesquely muscled arms and legs stretch its skin tight as a drum around its frame, bulging obscenely with unn
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