[The apology echoes in in his mind, the last bit that Bigby hears as he's just barely human enough to understand. He clutches at his head, and suddenly wishes he was anything but the monster he's become. There is no longer any joy or satisfaction in it, even as he can't control it as he relinquished it what feels like long ago. The poison of his tainted blood and the Crimson Curse are too much to battle against.]
Stop-- stop, not now, you blasted beast!
[But it's too late.
The abomination transforms, and he howls out his call before he's bounding after prey, following that smell dusting the air.
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Stop-- stop, not now, you blasted beast!
[But it's too late.
The abomination transforms, and he howls out his call before he's bounding after prey, following that smell dusting the air.
So the hunt is on, so horribly.]