Lycaon

Here is a picture of a freshly transformed Lycaon. You may notice the blood seeping under his hand. Some have claimed this is the blood of his first victim. As he howled into the night, fleeing through the underbrush, steam from his molten breath. Growling, grunting as he scrapes his arm on a branch. The intensity of the pain shocks him, but doesn't deter. He is hungry. So hungry for human flesh. Humming, humming, humming. A woman stumbles into the cool night air. Spinning in cirlces after a lovely date. Smiling, the world perfectly happy. BAM! Lycaon lunges on her, transforming her into a newt with his magical voodoo stick. Grabbing the squiggling creature in his canine palm, he licks it. Yum, tastes like amphibian. Ym ym. He pours katchup on it, his lips wet with anticipation. He eats it. Yum. And that's the story of Lycaon right after the transformation.