Omkar transformed uncontrollably into a towering Weretiger a few feet away from you, he takes a fight or flight stance, his clothes gone but replaced by red cloth on his arms held by gold bands around his wrists with a red loincloth with gold trimmings and gold beads along the waist, striped fur gleaming, muscles tense, claws stretching out of his hands, tail flicking in uncertainty, his face in a savage snarl but his eyes full of fear he speaks in a gentle voice that still has a soft growl behind it

Rrrrrr… Stay back! Keep away from me if you don’t want to be injured or worse! …I’m a monster…