By day, Eft has the body of a Bosca newt, eating bugs and traversing the woods of Spain. By full moon, he turns into a monstrous version of himself. He has tried to control his violent outbursts, but even his attempt to imprison himself within a titanium tank wasn't enough to hold his Were side. 

Garden gnomes and path-lights are scattered throughout the streets, torn into hundreds of tiny pieces. Dogs sit cowed in their backyards when he skitters by during the day. 

Come, join his adventures!