[Origin: Greek.] *I've used this word before, but liked it so much I wrote something new with it.
Pain pulsed through his veins like fire and ice. He struggled to breath against the barrage, forcing the air in and out of his lungs. His body spasmed from the assault, his limbs loxotic. Bones cracked and reformed. Hair sprouted from every pore. A scream worked up his throat. It echoed among the trees and sent animals scurrying.
The cry turned into a howl. He collapsed on the forest floor, whimpering. Pain lingered as he pushed himself to his feet. He fell forward, unable to remain upright. Once he felt steady, he looked up at the moon. She won again.