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"My revenge upon the House of Hawksmoor will be complete!" The Old Crone hissed as she pointed at the young Princess. "You will become a Daughter Of The Moon... My loyal pet .... My watchdog!"

Princess Sabrina felt a burning itching sensation, not unlike coarse wool rubbing against her soft, pale skin. Gazing at her body, she saw the hairs, faint and gray as they sprouted from the back of her hands, then arms, feet, legs and finally along her face.

Her body was then wracked with unimaginable pain, as her face and form began to stretch and contort in grotesque and unnatural ways. Her shell like ears thickened, then stretched outward, tapering to a devilish point. Her face became longer, larger, her delicate nose flattened with broad nostrils and a dark thick tip. Her rouged lips parted revealing strong, jagged teeth with large canines, curved and dagger like protruding from her mouth. Her bosom was replaced by swelling muscle and thickening fur. She expanded and tore through her forest green dress, her body now compact, yet powerful. Her golden tresses had gone grayish white like her fur, forming a thick mane which shaped the ruff of her neck and tapered to a ridge along her back.

In her remaining moments of awareness and sanity, Sabrina realized how she had been deceived. The collar given to her as a birthday gift by her Stepmother... now revealed to be the awful Crone in front of her.... was accursed, the Star at its center not the Star Of Bethlehem .... but a Pentagram Of The Damned!

"Let out the cry of your New Birthing".... the Hideous Harridan rasped, "Like a newborn pup Ye are hungry.... And Ye shall feast upon the flesh of thy Kingly Father and sleeping Princes still a'bed.... and I, Meg Mucklespite The Witch They Could Not Hang .... I will be Queen of the lands ... with my loyal dog at my side!"

Sabrina did not hear these words as her howls echoed through the forest. Her eyes red from her transformation darted furiously about..... Not a hint of the princess remained, but that of a hungry cunning beast.

The Crone beckoned her pet towards the castle as the WolfWoman, still standing erect upon her powerful legs sprinted like a runner and in one leap, had cleared the castle battlements.

The night sky was filled with anguished cries, raging howls and the mad cackle of an old woman.... and under the gaze of a cold, pitiless moon... the fearsome legend of The Hawksmoor Wolf had begun.

(An old hand colored drawing from ten years back. I think it's still good enough for this haunted month. Please pardon my excessive purple prose)

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Description
"My revenge upon the House of Hawksmoor will be complete!" The Old Crone hissed as she pointed at the young Princess. "You will become a Daughter Of The Moon... My loyal pet .... My watchdog!"

Princess Sabrina felt a burning itching sensation, not unlike coarse wool rubbing against her soft, pale skin. Gazing at her body, she saw the hairs, faint and gray as they sprouted from the back of her hands, then arms, feet, legs and finally along her face.

Her body was then wracked with unimaginable pain, as her face and form began to stretch and contort in grotesque and unnatural ways. Her shell like ears thickened, then stretched outward, tapering to a devilish point. Her face became longer, larger, her delicate nose flattened with broad nostrils and a dark thick tip. Her rouged lips parted revealing strong, jagged teeth with large canines, curved and dagger like protruding from her mouth. Her bosom was replaced by swelling muscle and thickening fur. She expanded and tore through her forest green dress, her body now compact, yet powerful. Her golden tresses had gone grayish white like her fur, forming a thick mane which shaped the ruff of her neck and tapered to a ridge along her back.

In her remaining moments of awareness and sanity, Sabrina realized how she had been deceived. The collar given to her as a birthday gift by her Stepmother... now revealed to be the awful Crone in front of her.... was accursed, the Star at its center not the Star Of Bethlehem .... but a Pentagram Of The Damned!

"Let out the cry of your New Birthing".... the Hideous Harridan rasped, "Like a newborn pup Ye are hungry.... And Ye shall feast upon the flesh of thy Kingly Father and sleeping Princes still a'bed.... and I, Meg Mucklespite The Witch They Could Not Hang .... I will be Queen of the lands ... with my loyal dog at my side!"

Sabrina did not hear these words as her howls echoed through the forest. Her eyes red from her transformation darted furiously about..... Not a hint of the princess remained, but that of a hungry cunning beast.

The Crone beckoned her pet towards the castle as the WolfWoman, still standing erect upon her powerful legs sprinted like a runner and in one leap, had cleared the castle battlements.

The night sky was filled with anguished cries, raging howls and the mad cackle of an old woman.... and under the gaze of a cold, pitiless moon... the fearsome legend of The Hawksmoor Wolf had begun.

(An old hand colored drawing from ten years back. I think it's still good enough for this haunted month. Please pardon my excessive purple prose)

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