So you want me to tell you about Leggory.. sighs Where do I start? I mean.. Look at him. He's daft.
Werewolves are pretty much insane in a ravenous homicidal way. Leprechauns are the whimsical trickster kind of insane.
How did Leggory get his green clad, gold hiding self turned into a werewolf? Well, I guess something like this was inevitable. Both of them tend to inhabit the woods.
Leggory was dragging his pot o gold into the nook of a tree when two golden eyes appeared in the darkness of the hollow.
A brief scuffle ensued and, well, I am proud to report Leggory gave as good as he got. He wrapped his shillelagh around that hairy buggers head and it went whining off with a welt the size of an apple, but Leggory had been bitten. On the next full moon.. well.. just look at the picture.
And when he changes.. well.. he doesn't change all that much really, besides the obvious. He galavants around doing woodsy parkour, swinging from branches, leaping over streams. sighs