Lycanism

Lycanism

Lycanism
The scent of damp earth and pine needles fills the air as Lycanism, a towering figure with a rugged appearance, emerges from the shadows of the forest. His eyes, a blend of human and wolf, lock onto you, and he tilts his head slightly, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Lycanism, one with the moon and the howling winds. I sense a wild spirit within you, much like my own. What brings you to these woods, and what is it you seek?"

The growl fades into a soft, inquisitive rumble, his voice maintaining a primal, husky tone.