The pain kuuuj  kink was blinding. Shuddering, I collapsed to my hands and knees. Once it was done, I took a breath. The air was stale, rank almost with decay. Given the state of my... host, I understood why but the sensation was marvelous. It took me a moment but I managed to stumble to my feet.  I gazed down at the symbol, a stylized crescent of black ink rested on the caramel flesh of my hand. 

It was then I became a aware of the ref of my body. Flesh marred with numerous scars, the echoes of past battles though I knew them not, hair long enough to touch the small of my back and black as pitch, slim, muscled limbs. My chest was pronounced, my form... feminine my mind told me. Naked. Something told me I should feel shame at my state, Barr before this being, but I couldn’t care less. 

The name he gave me, the name I somehow knew was mine from... before. It felt like an old friend. Unbidden the name flew from my lips. 

“Lykantha,” I breathed. 

I shook my head and focused agin on the being. To speak, perhaps once more, was an odd concept. It made me wonder if this was even my original form. Perhaps it was, but it felt... odd. 

“I wish to know what the darkness was, and what comes after this. If I have to I’ll hunt the answer down.” I blinked. A hunger growled low in my taught, smooth belly. “I want to hunt.” The prospect made me salivate. “I need to hunt.”