Karim was surprised when his perspective began to change, to move forward even though Karim had not chosen to walk. This dark place and the frightening unknown it represented for him was enough to make Karim panic and try and turn backwards, but somehow he could not. Inwardly Karim struggled against the innevitable as his journey continued moving forward, his body familiar but no longer his own. A quickened heart beat throbbed in the back of Karim's ears and an inner voice was screaming at Karim that what he was doing was forbidden and could be punished with his death. Why he was going through with this, Karim couldn't say, but that same inner voice was also trying to convince Karim that this was the only way to survive. A sharp pain in his stomach seemed only to confirm that voice, leaving Karim more confused than ever. And still he walked forward, the light of the torch shining just bright enough to allow an archway leading to another room where the light reflected off of an uncountable number of shining surfaces. As the portal was passed through, the shining surfaces began to glow in the colors of gold, silver and even more exotic materials. His stomach still gnawing at him from within, Karim wished he could grab those wondrous things and escape from this terrible place a much richer man.
But it was not to be. No longer in control of his actions, Karim approached a man-shaped box bearing the images of both a human face and the visages of animal headed creatures he had never seen before that for some reason didn't seem out of place on what he eventually identified as a casket. Because of this, Karim quietly realized that this world and his senses were not his own, although exactly what they were he could not tell. Hands that appeared to be controlled by forces beyond his perception shot out forward towards the gold leaf covered coffin, a simple shovel serving as a crowbar to pry open the lid. Opened for only a moment, Karim could smell a barrage of scent unlike anything he had imagined existed coming from the casket as a thick black mist began flooding out from within. The mist was enough to cause Karim's host body to drop both his shovel and torch out of fear and start scrambling towards the underground chamber's exit. Karim knew the sensations accompanying fear far too well; his pulse quickened, his hands started to shake and his breath became strained and ragged.
When Karim reached the chamber's exit the black mist had longer smothered the room in darkness. Suddenly, two oval shaped orbs of unearthly yellow light appeared in Karim's sight. He stopped for a split second to consider what had appeared before him before he was just as suddenly hurled across the room with a powerful but unseen force. The darkness fell upon Karim then, smothering him only moments after he had the breath knocked out of him by being flung across the stone chamber. The ethereal yellow eyes returned just as Karim felt ready to black out again. A faint blue glow seeped into the chamber as the eyes slowly came closer, illuminating the most frightening figure Karim had seen yet. The visage was eight feet tall and bedecked in regalia Karim recognized as that of a mortician, a figured shaped like Karim's monstrous form covered with fur as black as any starless night sky, its eyes still glowing terribly as if they were burning with the fire of a world far removed from earth. It radiated an aura of nothing short of divinity and walked calmly and casually, none of Karim's bloodlust evident in his tormenter. Whatever this divine terror was, it defied everything Karim had believed about gods and faith and made him question man's true place in the world in light of such divine might. And in the back of Karim's mind came the knowledge that a part of him recognized this dark figure and was more terrified because of the implications it had for Karim in both the world of the living and that of the world beyond death. Destruction and damnation seemed certain at this point, feelings that only grew as the shadowy figured bared its fangs in a somber sort of glare that chilled Karim to the very core of his being, completely unaware of why he felt such abject terror.
The darkened form approached Karim's prone, broken and horrified body, crouching down to meet a wide eyed gaze with its own otherworldly sight. The creature spoke in an earth shaking whisper in a tongue Karim couldn't understand. The implications of the whispers though were known to Karim intuitively. For the crime of defying the force of nature with the divine aura and exploiting the dead, Karim's host would be damned forever to serve the figure unlike the debt had been paid off. This damnation would not only affect Karim's host, but also the host's family for every generation until the debt of sin incurred on this night was balanced out. Held in place by the tangible darkness, Karim and his host could do nothing but listen attentively to their condemnation being spelled out for them. So long as the sins of the father remained, the figure declared in harsh whispers and vicious murmurs, his family would know nothing but fear when the moon hung in the sky and liberation from their own humanity so long as they succumbed to the wolf within. Their only escape from this state of beastial would be when they served the dark figure's enigmatic purpose.
And with that, a black hand pressed against Karim's forehead, and while there were no visible workings, Karim screamed as something for a reality separate from earth was allowed on to earth and forced into Karim's body and soul by way of a passage pried open against Karim's will. Through the pain, Karim dimly realized that he was being changed in way that was both alien to Karim's host and all too familiar to Karim. Deep below the ground, Karim could tell the moon was ablaze with silvery light as the wolf within overtook him, causing flashbacks that forced Karim to relive his first shift into a monster all over again. Unspeakable fury, unlimited energy and animalistic desire rushed to Karim's brain while his body exploded into that of a wild fiend that was as much beast as man. The shadow cloaked figure faded from view, but the misery of shapeshifting remained and Karim's howl of pain echoed through the desolate stone hallways before the newly born werewolf charged down the darkened passageway and out towards the welcoming wastelands above, where he could run under the moon wild and free, unhindered by the taboos and laws of humanity. And, after a lifetime of ardently following the laws of the land and the edicts of men, the choice to run across the desert wastelands seemed significant in Karim's mind. Running on all fours now, Karim bounded out of the tomb as guards started to assemble behind him, and soon their spears were being hurled towards Karim but the reborn beast man felt nothing as he kept pushing further towards the endless desert. That invigorating frenzied dash towards nowhere in particular seemed to last forever, each moment stretching out into hours. Karim lost track of how long he was running as well, for he was as enthralled by this sudden rush of excitement from being unleashed after a lifetime of self induced slavery as his host. Eventually the dunes and starlight blurred together and Karim finally slipped back into unconsciousness again, casting him out of the cold deserts and dark tombs where he was no longer a terrified vagrant but a finally free man and hurling him back into his world.
Karim returned to consciousness eventually, wearing his werewolf form outside of a strange ruin that reeked of evil. And in less than a second of waking up, Karim knew full well what he was to do.