[ WP ] Write about the metamorphosis of a human to ... .anything , whether it be another human , animal , or even object .

( Based off Elder Scrolls Lore ) 
 
 I performed the rituals I saw in my visions. Hircine. The God of the Hunt. His voice resonated like a grizzled howl in a distant valley. The words commanding me to his service. He offered me a choice not many others were given. Hunt by his side for the rest of eternity in the Hunting Grounds, his Realm of Oblivion... or be the prey. 
 
 So I began the Nirn-bound rituals he described. I hunted the Spectral Stag of the Blackwood. I collected the taproot and the briarhearts. I summoned a dremora using my limited knowledge of conjuration, and slew it, cutting free it's heart as well. I brought all these items, as well as the antlers of the Stag back to my home. 
 
 I lived in small cabin, nestled in the Colovian Highlands. The area was beautiful, but the hunt was usually small game. Occasionally a minotaur made it's way out, and I was able to have my fun poaching it. However, tonight, I'd settle in to a deep sleep, and light the incense of I made out of spriggan sap and bear claws. This would put me into a trance once more to commune with Hircine. I drifted away, easily, into a slumber. 
 
 I grew conscious of my form, lying on a grassy surface. I stood, and noted that I stood upon some hill, in a land distant from the Highlands. I looked around, and for miles upon miles, all I could see were plains, with occasional forests peppered about, and small rivers and streams scattered about. There were hawks flying, and deer running. Bunnies and other small beasts roamed freely. They seemed at peace... until a great roar was heard. It was the loudest, and most fearsome sound I'd ever been witness to. All the beasts ran for cover. I felt a distinct sense of fear creeping into my body. 
 
 From a large forest, down a couple hundred yards from the steep hill I stood, I saw the monster emerge. It lumbered, almost apelike, dragging it's large, scaled hands behind it. It's legs were powerful, it's back looked strong, and all over it was covered in leathery scales and spiny spikes. It's head was that of a crocodile, and yet it's eyes were almost human. I have no doubt that the creature could crush bones easily with it's bite alone. Even more terrifying, it shook it's whole body, and with that movement, a white aura cascaded down it's hide. It was drawing upon some magic within, and bolstering it's flesh. 
 
 It luckily seemed to be chasing after something unseen. I was afraid to come up against that beast without my bow, at least. I watched it sprint for a lonely stand of trees. I noticed something let loose from the trees, but it was futile. The projectiles missed, or were deflected easily by the creature. It leapt into the stand of trees, while at the same time a small man fell out of the other side. He was clutching a shortbow, and as he frantically tried to get to his feet, I could see him sliding another arrow from his quiver, to try and knock it before the beast approached. 
 
 It was all too late, though. The beast unleashed a bolt of fire from it's maw, and it blasted the bow from the mans hands. He stumbled back, his hands singed. The beast jumped high, and landed on the man. It wasted no time ending the hunt. 
 
 `` I see you have fetched all the items I requested of you, Hunter.'' A voice boomed from behind me. I turned, and there he was, in the skins of the beasts he'd hunted, a great set of antlers perched on his head. He was awesome, and terrifying to behold, and I was overwhelmed. 
 
 `` My Lord Hircine. I would do no less than the best for you. I seek to hunt, and nothing more, and nothing less.'' I spoke. 
 
 `` Good. Then here is what you must do, to become my Hunter in the realm of Nirn.'' His voice erupted like a cannon. `` Prepare a large vessel, and in it place the prize you have taken from the greatest beast you have ever hunted. Then, grind up the Stags antlers, and add it. After that, you will place the briarheart within. Taking the daedra heart you claimed, you will drench the contents within the vessel with the foul blood, and speak my name three times into the vessel. Once you have performed this, you will take your dagger, and cut out your own heart. Fear not, my magics will keep you alive. But do not tarry, place the briarheart in it's place.'' 
 
 I nodded, but as I blinked, I awoke with a start. I was in my cabin once more. I scrambled, ecstatic to perform this ritual. I was excited to become one of his Hunters within the Great Hunt. I readied the ritual exactly as he said, and I spoke the words. Even cutting out my own heart was easy. 
 
 I placed the briarheart in the open wound. I was n't saddened at all that I had to soil the hide I had taken from the massive boar from the Gold Coast. It was worth it to serve Hircine. 
 
 I noticed the wound from my chest was sealing. It did n't hurt a bit. However, I noticed something else changing. My pale Imperial skin was beginning to darken... it was becoming harder, rougher. Fur was beginning to grow from my skin! I panicked. I pushed out of my front door, and saw the dawn settling over the world. My hands became gnarled claws. My face morphed, and I felt my nose becoming flatter. I rushed over to the water barrel, and saw the pig snout. Tusks formed, wicked and long. I grew to twice my size, and yet remained on my two legs. I was a hideous beast... but I was powerful. 
 

