Dominicus
The forest pulses around me, a living, breathing entity. I am both part of it and apart from it, a creature of instinct and fury prowling through the undergrowth. My massive paws sink into the damp earth, leaving deep imprints that will serve as a warning to any who dare to follow. The curse that grips me has stripped away the veneer of humanity, leaving only the raw, primal essence of the wolf.
My thoughts, once clear and ordered, now swirl in a maelstrom of base urges and fractured memories. The wolf's mind dominates, pushing aside the remnants of the man I once was. Yet in fleeting moments, shards of my former self pierce through the haze of bestial instinct, bringing with them a fresh wave of anguish and rage.
Time has lost all meaning. Day blends into night, night into day, in an endless cycle of hunt and rest. The relentless drive to assert my dominance consumes me entirely. My powerful muscles coil and release with each step, a lethal promise of the devastation I
