[MoreThanThree]

Tag 417
This marks a week. For a week, an incubus has haunted my beds. I switched around with many of the other legionnaires, and I even negotiated into the Naval Barracks. The incubus followed behind every step. He showed me, in my painful sleeping hours, the night of the attack that turned me into a lycanthrope. He showed the beast of flesh and fur tearing apart Bloodstone, my horse named after my old home. He showed me the beast bite into my arm, the fangs sinking deep inside, tearing flesh and singing bone. Each night the incubus's vision lasted longer and longer. I will cure myself when Selûne shines her brightest. No compliments or gifted food is worth this sort of agony.