[i] Desmond looked down at the wolf and felt..hungry. No..he wasn't hungry, the thing inside him was. The Black Ram..it had been called. They were one and the same now though. It's hunger, was his hunger. He outstretched an arm, willing his hand to do what Lucien had instructed. With a grotesque transformation, from his elbow down became a mass of thick tendrils, with tiny mouths on each that gnashed with hungry teeth. They leapt at the wolf, ripping it apart in a matter of seconds and and tearing it to pieces, absorbing into Desmond's body. The worst part..it felt [b]great.[/b] Like he'd been starving and he'd just feasted. Wounds and burns on his body began to heal and knit themselves back together, all to the shocked expression of Desmond.[/i] "Jesus..."