Ask and You Shall Receive [open]
Mad Sweeney was no fool. Ok, sometimes he was a fool, like when he had been dealing with Jeannie. Maybe it was better to say he wasn't stupid. No, even he was prone to making stupid decisions. Perhaps it was best to say he was an intelligent man. That seemed fair.
Regardless of what one wanted to call it, Sweeney was bright enough to know what was going on. There were animals everywhere and not just your common urban animal folk, either. Not just squirrels and bunnies and things. No, there were wolves running amok and other such creatures... and Sweeney was pretty sure he saw a bear too.
At first he considered that perhaps the zoo was having more problems than just the escaped large mystery wolf. But then.... then, he saw what he thought was someone transform one night and it hit him. Well, why the hell not. The City had brought forth plagues of Godzilla, zombies.... little leprechauns. He was still sore about that last one.
But there was no way he was going to be left out of this. So he started kicking creatures as he saw them in the hopes of being bitten. Instigating fights. Sweeney wanted to change too and didn't care if it was permanent of not. Who could argue the awesomeness of being a were-creature? It was a thing of myth and legend. Sweeney himself was a thing of myth and legend. It should be epic.
Once he finally succeeded in being bitten, a large bloody bite on his left arm after he'd tackled a coyote, he went to the park, sat on the grass and waited for the it to happen. It was going to be awesome. Now, myth told him it had to be a full moon, which it wasn't, but experience of what was currently going on told him differently.
And dammit, he was going to stay in the park until he changed. Even if he had to wait until the full moon.
Then, it happened. His body started to tingle, then hurt. Then he closed his eyes and felt himself shrink into something smaller. Not a pleasing sensation at first, since it triggered memories of when Jeannie had turned him into a chihuahua, but then he shook it off It would be fine. It would be awesome.
Once changed, he left his clothes behind him and started walking. It was a funny gait, but Sweeney couldn't turn his head enough to see himself. If he could have seen, he wouldn't have been happy. He was small, he was spiny and he was anything but awesome and fearsome. He was a short nosed echidna. But he couldn't see. He didn't know. So, happily, he moved along, knowing... just knowing... that this was going to be awesome.