The lycans howl as the pale moonlight touch their skin, as mother moon brings forth her children within, watching them be reborn anew.
Some of her belowed children fight against her gentle touch, in fear of the changes, while others give themselves compleatly to the nature of their being, to feel the freedom and strenght they possess.
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You might hear them howl in the deepest night, their roars, which only their own can understand.
They might roar in anger against their mother moon. They might roar in pain, as their bones shift and muscles stretch. They might roar in sorrow for the damage they cause in the pale moonlight. They might roar in pleasure of the power and strenght. They might roar for any reason cause no human can ever know of the changes they feel.
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