Tasty Tales of Transformation

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  The night was thick with fog and the light from the crescent moon dim. The perfect night for exploring an ominous, derelict mansion. Chaz had suggested it, much to the disinterest of his friend Deiser. A human with infinite curiosity, Chaz was always seeking out an adventure where he could see it, especially if there was the chance for the supernatural as he would say. Deiser, being a wolfman, could smell the scent of BS from a mile away. Well, typically that is. There was something odd emanating from this abandoned dwelling, but he couldn’t put his nose on it. Chaz excitedly sprinted towards the house, his athletic body displaying well-honed strength through its perfect runner’s form. He was always dressed light, wearing form-fitting shorts and Ts no matter the weather, with only a windbreaker jacket for nights like tonight. His black hair he always kept buzzed, keeping things as simple as the rest of his look. The most remarkable features on him were his eyes, big with vibrant ...