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A neck tag says 'I belong to Pug'.

So what would you do?
Raised in priviledge, educated in high society, child of old money?
Would you go to the finest institution?
Would you attend lavish gatherings?
Would you meet and greet Thera's nobility with confidence.
You would, until the day of your 12th birthday, which marks the first day
that your inner animal instinct took over, and you changed into a werewolf.
Standing before you is a tall, well muscled youth. Dressed in the finest
clothes gold will purchase, a flowing robe and cloak draped over armor.
Weapons, scrolls and wands adorn his jewelled belt, and he walks with the
step of a cat, silent, deadly, like a coiled compressed spring.
Clawed hands, covered in silver-blue fur, make liquid flowing gestures as
he casts his magic. Furrowed brow in the shadow of his hood, cats eyes,
human intellect, trying to hold down the fury of the wolf, the beast inside.

Heet makes your life a living hell.