[ SECRET POST #2867 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2867 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Comments

[ginainthekingsroad]

I'd actually really like to see that in use in some form of media. Do you have an example?

[(Anonymous)]

I think I first came across the idea in Fred Vargas' Seeking Whom He May Devour, one of the Commissaire Adamsberg crime novels, but it's been a while so I'm not completely sure. At least part of the idea (the fur-in-the-wound part) is folklore, however, according to Wikipedia:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Werewolf#Characteristics

[(Anonymous)]

In Webster's The Duchess of Malfi (1612) one of the villains becomes convinced he's a werewolf, and the interesting thing about it is that it's treated as a mental illness; his doctor says:

In those that are possess’d with ’t there o’erflows
Such melancholy humour they imagine 12
Themselves to be transformed into wolves;
Steal forth to church-yards in the dead of night,
And dig dead bodies up: as two nights since
One met the duke ’bout midnight in a lane
Behind Saint Mark’s church, with the leg of a man
Upon his shoulder; and he howl’d fearfully;
Said he was a wolf, only the difference
Was, a wolf’s skin was hairy on the outside,
His on the inside; bade them take their swords,
Rip up his flesh, and try.

[ginainthekingsroad]

Oh damn, you're right! I've totally read that, but forgot that part of the story. Great reference, anon. *Jacobean lit high-fives*