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A conversation between the Witch Brenda and Baxter.

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After the catlike witch came over to see how we were adjusting to our new forms, we explained to her the unique circumstances under which I lost my humanity.

Witch: "Fascinating, truly fascinating!~ So you say that you were part sheep before being afflicted with the so called curse?" She asked.

Bax: "That is ruff, right mam." I answered.

Witch: "Aww what a polite little pup.~" She cooed affectionately.

Brenda: "Polite my ass! Usually he's cussing up a storm." Brenda interjected.

Witch: "So typically their far more crude?" She asked.

Bax: "Well yeah, I also assumed you were like, really old. You don't look old, but you sound like a grrrandma." I explained.

Witch: "Ohohohoho!~ You know the last purrson to mock my age was turned to dust!?" She gleefully threatened.

Bax: "N-not trying to mock you! Its just an observation!" I sheepishly stammered.

Witch: "Very well. Any questions you two have, regarding the machinations of the moons blessing?" She offered.

Brenda: "Please speak in actual English." They groaned.

Bax: "Yeah I'd prefer layman's terms to you speaking in riddles." I agreed.

Witch: "I shall speak however I please!" She defiantly proclaimed.

Bax: "Why are we still wolves? Isn't it suppose to wear off?" I asked.

Witch: "Its likely that since you two were farther from humanity the curse could more easily take route." She said thinking to herself as if this was more of an estimate then a known fact.

Bax: "Okay." I said.

Brenda: "I'm not complaining, I love being a wolf. It'd suck if I had to end up going back to 'norrrmal'." She added

Witch: "Ohohohohohohaha! Your going to hate the new moon then!" She cackled

Brenda: "Ugggh so then I'll have to turn back. Great." She groaned.

Bax: "Why?" I asked tilting my head ever so slightly.

Witch: "Well lycanthropes, and most newer forms of therianthropes are tied to the power of the moon. When it subsides, so does a werewolves canine essence." She explained confidently as I noded along following her every word.

Bax: "Other therianthropes. What like were cats or something?" I asked.

Witch: "Werecats, werecrows, werefoxes, werebears, Ect. I'm sure there are others, Hexes are thing far more subject to change then the profane would believe, however these are some of the older variations."

Bax: "Profane?" I asked.

Witch: "Skeptical of greater forces."

Brenda: "Ah, so that isn't for us cussing so god damn fucking much." She said sardonically.

Witch: "..."
"Do not test me, pup." She scolded.

Brenda: "Whatever..." They said trailing off.

Bax: "What happens if you bite a normal wolf or dog or something?" I asked.

Witch: "If you bite a normal wolf or dog they will apear to be a normal wolf most of the year, except on full moons were they will be far stronger then a normal canine." She explained.

Brenda: "Are their other ways to transform? Or do we have to bite everyone to rope them in?" She asked.

Witch: "Blood, sweat, tears, hair, fur. If a part of a therianthropes body gets within another's, while the full moon approaches, transformation is likely." The witch explained.

Bax: "Can we wear sliver still?" I asked.

Witch: "Most definitely, as a metal linked to the moon sliver can be very helpful to lycanthropes. However if you are shot by a sliver bullet, Mwahahahahohoho! Then! Not even the light of a blue moon can save you!" She cackled, as she delivered her warning.