Ulfnir
He could no longer hold back the urge to kill.
Ulfnir tried, but despite his attempts the urge became too great. The first to fall victim to his urges was a lone deer that had found itself separated from the herd. He could remember tearing into it. Not even bothering to use his weapons. Soon after the urge stopped and clarity returned to his mind.
As he stared at his hands after the carnage he saw that they had been replaced by fur covered claws. He stared into the pool of blood in front of him. The face of a demonic wolf stared back at him.
He felt around himself in fear as he realized he was no longer human. A painful howl could soon be hear coming from this beast.
Shortly after his howl a Raven nestled on a nearby tree, seemingly unafraid of his form. His ears then picked up a strange humming. He traveled towards it, an old man sat on a nearby stump as another Raven landed on his staff. The man looked up. Ulfnir expected the man to fear his appearance but instead he found that the old man only had a smile of pure joy on his face.
"The Fates power can be cruel sometimes," The old man stated as he began to stand and walk towards Ulfnir, "but you should rejoice! Even in that form you are loved by the Fates. I can feel it around you." He approached and grabbed Ulfnir by the snout. "Young man," the man then took a quick peek at something, "Yes, Young Man you are in luck!" A quick tap from his staff on Ulfnir's snout caused him to step back in shock.
Soon after he began to feel change in his person as he shrunk in size back to the man he had once been. "Come along now," the old man began to shuffle away from the now naked Ulfnir, "We must hurry. The others are waiting for us!"
Confused but fascinated by this odd hermit he began to follow.
"Oh boy, I am getting way too old for this" the older man complained as he slowly rubbed his back.
