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Other Were-Creatures? (Patreon)

Published:
2024-08-27 19:53:19
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2024-11
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Other Were-Creatures?

  • Werebear 🐻 26
  • Wearbat 🦇 12
  • Werecat 🐱 50
  • Wererat/mouse 🐀 0
  • Wererabbit 🐰 10
  • Werehyena 🐺 6
  • Werehorse 🐴 23
  • Weredeer 🦌 1
  • Were...something else? ❓ 7
  • 2024-08-27
  • —2024-09-03
  • 135 votes
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Content

We all know what a Werewolf is, but what other possible were-creatures should be given some more love in mainstream media? You only get one choice so choose wisely!

Comments

RayO_ElGatubelo

As a feline, I have to vote for my feline brethren. Even then, a lot of media tend to treat them as a monolith. Like there's no difference between a housecat or a lion or tiger.

Symmetrymaster

Ever thought of just a were-alter ego? Just a different person some nights?

Deedee Knowles

How about something random like a.... Were-medusa? I dunno haha

Recktat19
>>147743620

That’s would actually be the most unique option on the list. Would actually make an incredible story too, equal to the trials of being a werewolf. I imagine the lack of control over the snakes could lead to loved ones perishing/being turned to stone.

Thad Goy

Wererabbit Wallace & gromit 😂

Todd Coy

Often wondered if a werehuman would be interesting.

Darkbeast73

Werelizard/Werereptiles of various kinds

Darkbeast73
>>147742022

That just sounds like dissociative personality disorder with extra steps.

Symmetrymaster
>>147742022

Nah, I hate the evil double cliche. It would be more interesting if it was just...I don't know....a half-assed attempt at immortality by someone from the DISTANT past. You're cursed to become them and they're suddenly stuck in a different time and place that they have absolutely no bearing in.

Symmetrymaster
>>147742022

Alright I had time to kill and typed up a short, simple and unedited story after an hour of messing around. It was a good way to waste time but I wouldn't call it anything serious. It seemed like a piece of tin. A borderline weightless circle of metal with a kite shaped symbol on the top of it. There was nothing about it to signify danger. Nothing about it tipped you off to what it was capable of. That may as well’ve been the point though A flatscreen TV flipped on with a somewhat grainy quality while its owner boofed down onto a couch with a thump. Eileen Brambie grabbed a wireless controller and powered up her console. The logo flickered into view and soon enough Eileen was gunning her way through another generic shooter. Her phone buzzed with a message but it was ignored for the moment. We need to use a little focus here… The phone buzzed a second and third time as messages came in rapid succession, Eileen’s right eye gave a noticeable twitch of annoyance before she eventually tapped the start button and put the game on hold. She dropped the controller and checked the notifications bar to see… Four messages from the fucking dirt nazi back in Aldborough…wonder if she’s missing something. Eileen looked down at her left hand and checked out the fragile looking ring sitting around her index finger. She knew that she should just put it back. She had no doubts about being able to discreetly drop the little piece of silver back where it belonged without getting pinned for it. She just wanted her new “friend” to suffer for a while first. She’d earned a little (much more than a little) passive-aggressive torment for the much more vanilla torment dished out these two days. Eileen tossed the phone aside and got back to the controller. The game came back on and got back to its usual rhythm while a dull buzz went through her left hand. The buzz evolved into pins and needles as Brigid tried shaking her hand awake. The shanking didn’t fix anything, instead it only seemed to spread the buzz down her wrist. That finally elicited a conscious response as Brigid dropped the controller and checked out the limb with some semblance of concern. There didn’t seem to be any marks or cuts on it, though she found the hand trembling now. Eileen didn’t feel particularly worried though, funny feelings and pinched nerves were just a part of life for her…and most other people she assumed. Then again your body only starts complaining when you’ve put it in an uncomfortable situation for too long…and the night’s still young…fucking hell maybe I’m just putting to much wear and tare on these… The buzzing cut off without warning. It was there and then it simply…wasn’t. Eileen flexed her fingers several times then paused to look at the ring. Looks like a prize from a gumball machine…but you’re a special little treasure aren’t you. She looked back to the screen before panning her gaze out to her window. There was a bright moon out though Brigid couldn’t really tell the phase. After that she might have gone back to playing a game, she might have said “fuck it all” and just hit the wrack, she might have even sent a follow up text to the new companion lighting up her phone. Instead, she started to scream. A sudden tearing sensation ripped through the muscles in Eileen’s back as she found herself stumbling forwards. She missed the arm on her couch and landed hands first on her own floor. A terrible wrenching sensation went through her shoulders as she felt them expand and contract, the sockets seemingly on the edge of dislocating. Eileen took several deep breaths and tried to get a handle on what was going on. Her heart pounded while more pulses of pain seemed to ripple through the muscles of her body and down into her bones. Even her teeth felt like a line of electricity was being run through them as she tried pulling herself up. Got to get to my phone, I’m having a stroke I’M- The thought didn’t complete itself. A sudden popping sensation went through Eileen’s mouth as her straight teeth seemed to jolt out of place. The taste of blood spread across her tongue before being lost in a sea of new sensations. Eileen felt her sense of taste suddenly change. Cravings for salty foods and savory drinks shifted into a desire for pepper, vinegar and fish. Her taste in booze vanished into a thirst for strange beverages who’s flavor had never graced her tongue. And that was when everything seemed to break down. Thoughts wouldn’t connect and nerve endings started to fail. It…as in the world all began to fade. It wasn’t a circle of black or a sensation of falling asleep. It was a complete crash, as if she was a computer just doused in water. Thoughts, memories, hopes and dreams just fizzled out. Replaced all too mechanically with concepts that just seemed to make sense. Eileen should have been frightened, and definitely should have been confused. But in truth there was barely anything left of her to understand what was going on. She blinked…and then saw daylight. Eileen was sitting on her couch again, as if she’d never moved. Jesus…that was…a hell of a nightmare. Eileen suddenly remembered the ring and looked down at her finger. It still sat there, undamaged by its new stay on a stranger’s finger. Just two thousand years after the fact. She pulled it off and put it down in front of the couch. Looking up though, she noticed… The flatscreen in front of Eileen was lying face down on the floor…and behind it… NOLITE TIMERE SED SCITIS QUOD FAUSTA LAENIA NUNC VESTRA SOCIA FACTA EST The message was written in black marker across the white wall of the living room in a slanted set of capital letters. The marker itself… Is in my hands.