The Poem of Ecstacy
I was not always as you see me now. Once I was Fitch Johanson, a rather dashing young man two years shy of twenty. To be perfectly honest, though, such a view might be somewhat biased; I tended to be a smidgen vain about my moustache. It was a good,...
Weaseling Out
It's an odd feeling, I would think, to transform. While I myself have yet to experience it, I have a vivid enough imagination to appreciate how shocking it might be to an unsuspecting lycanthrope or therianthrope to change forms for the first time....