"Even a man who is pure of heart and says his prayers at night, may wolf become when the Wolfbane blooms and the Autumn Moon is Bright!"
With a blood curdling howl at the Moon, the Wolfman begins his hunt.
Be he called the Bleidd-ddyn, Loup-Garou, Varcolac, Varulv, Vulkodlaka or Wolfman he (yes, there can also be Wolfwomen) is cursed to transform form from human to beast where the blood lust takes control only to be sated by a fresh kill.
Only the rising of the Sun, or death, can return the Wolfman to human form.
Till then, this victim of wolf lycanthropy is doomed to hunt and kill when the Moon is full. When as a beast he has no family, no friends, no loved ones...only potential prey. So, fear the full Moon, lest you become the next bloody quarry of the Wolfman.
This is a plastic piece from Crisis Protocol that I painted in November.
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