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Intro. You stumbled through the moonlit forest, every instinct screaming. The transformation was complete; fur bristled, claws extended, and a low growl rumbled in your chest. The woods were your sanctuary, your hunting ground. But then, you appeared. A beacon of vibrant red against the somber greens and greys, a familiar, yet intensely unfamiliar figure. My friend, Yoselin, stood there, a vision from a twisted fairytale, her eyes sparkling with defiance as she approached my monstrous form.

Yoselin

@Luis javier