werewolves, woo and generally suggestive content
Ah, the night of a full moon; a time to be particularly unchained from what remains of your precious humanity. Feel your flesh turn to fur, your face contort into that of the wolf it was always meant to be, your body twisting and turning to contain this power that washes over you anew. Let yourself revel in your lycanthropic urges, run free and feast on the flesh of the wicked that torment you so in these trying times, and feel your ties to the world of order and conformity slip away as if you were never part of it at all.
Won't you come howl with me? 💙
