You stood up, for a moment surprised, but deeply proud to find that both you and Roger stood tall at equal height. You patted him on his furry back and smiled. This was good and right. You gazed at your hardy, spartan-like form freshly changed and perfectly adept with new knowledge of the forest, how to live, and most importantly, how to fuck. What old life you had was unimportant, for the only life you ever needed was here. You looked at Mark and Roger, the men who made you free and smiled.
Scratching your dark beard, rubbing in all the spilt seed coating your loins deep into your hairy chest, you said, "Listen, I will go alone. I want to find another initiate and make them embrace the Gods myself."
Just hearing your thick, Greek accent made you grin, for it sounded so perfect and so you.
"Alright brother," said Mark, placing his clawed hand onto your shoulder. "Do what you must."
Rodger nodded and said "I'd love another one who looks like you, but another bull would do well..."
You waved your group off, moving deep into the forest to places you'd yet explored. It was euphoric to wonder your home forest without the fear of receiving the gods gift. Now you lived here to serve them and spread what you received. You followed your instincts, one founded on ancient traditions now woven across your mind, and watched every movement of the forest. Within time, you caught what you were after: human sweat and that honey scented pre that once limited your own flesh. You pursed it, your thick, hairy form hunting it down in quick succession. Making it into a clearing you saw it, a human standing in a lustful haze by the lake. He had yet to change, pale and ungainly but still good material. You had to save him, you decided, catching his sweat odor and staring at his erection.
The young man was strong, resisting the primal urge to give in. He saw you, his tired eyes widening before he attempted to run. However, the lust was too much, and he collapsed onto all fours.
"This isn't right...I must resist..." He told himself. "Get away from me!" He managed to shout.
Your mind ran forward, thinking of ways to guide the lost soul. Yes, you realized. You looked to be human...
"What is your name?"
"Joe...Oh god what is this feeling..." The young man replied. "Will you help...oh god...me?"
"No, my brother. If you won't give into the gods gift, I shall guide you," you told him, kneeling beside him.
And then...