[The Satyricon by Gaius Petronius Arbiter, AD 60]
In the Latin work of prose, Niceros tells a story at a banquet about a friend who turned into a wolf[chapters 61-62]
He describes the incident as follows, "When I look for my buddy I see he'd stripped and piled his clothes by the roadside... He pees in a circle round his clothes and then, just like that, turns into a wolf!... after he turned into a wolf he started howling and then ran off into the woods."[13]
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[The Lay of the werewolf by Marie de France translated by Eugene Mason, 1911]
Amongst the tales I tell you once again, I would not forget the Lay of the Were-Wolf. Such beasts as he are known in every land. Bisclavaret he is named in Brittany; whilst the Norman calls him Garwal.
The adventure that you have heard is no vain fable. Verily and indeed it chanced as I have said. The Lay of the Were-Wolf, truly, was written that it should ever be borne in mind.
It is a certain thing, and within the knowledge of all, that many a christened man has suffered this change, and ran wild in woods, as a Were-Wolf. The Were-Wolf is a fearsome beast. He lurks within the thick forest, mad and horrible to see. All the evil that he may, he does. He goeth to and fro, about the solitary place, seeking man, in order to devour him. Hearken, now, to the adventure of the Were-Wolf, that I have to tell.
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Such is the case of Lycaon, who was turned into a wolf by Zeus as punishment for slaughtering one of his own sons and serving his remains to the gods as a dinner.
This transgenerational ritual has thrived by the reins of custom and tradition and a commemoration of ancestral heritage marked by blood draining and extreme cannibalism.
Every hundred years, the same rite is performed by every tribe or pack under the malediction invoked by Zeus[of ancient Greece ].
In a little town just south of Washington DC, an eighteen year old girl has no clue that she is next.
Find out what happens in WE WERE.WOLVES.
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