Moltia Gurtrude is a chicken farmer.
She's an old, greying one, with more wrinkles than sense or so she likes to brag, and a deep love for her animals and her community.
Or well, she was, until a few years ago, when a tide came, and a massive, rooster like monster, that the the denizens of Illshard would later dub The Poxock, invaded the outskirts of illshard from above, and began eating the towns livestock in droves, including her chickens.
Although she killed the bird easily, through means she refuses to disclose, she was nicked in the shoulder, by the thing's beak in it's last attack, if that were all, then this story wouldn't be very interesting.
Most of her chickens survived and her humble chicken farm continued on, but, during the fight, that glancing blow to the shoulder, brought on an impossible change.
You see, The Poxock was a massive, Mana-Born bird, but it never displayed a single bit of instinctual mana formation, as is the most notable feature of Mana-Born creatures.
The truth is, that all of it's mana existed in it's miraculous size, and the strange desease lining it's beak.
In the terms of a modern audience, this desease, is lycanthropy, in the the terms of a Clover Kindom doctor however, it is a rare curse with no cure, simply known as Pox
Before this, there had been only three recorded cases of Pox, Hound Pox, from the Poxund, Ox Pox, from the Poxasus, and Boar Pox from the Pox-Scrofa.
Though, the only difference between these creatures and normal Mana-Borns are always that the Poxes are just bigger, carrying the infection in some way, and cannot use their mana offensively, there has only been one person infected in each event of a Pox epidemic, and besides the case of Gurtrude, all others have already died of unrelated injuries or of old age.
Simply put, every full moon, Moltia Gurtrude turns into a massive, anthropomorphic chicken, and holds herself captive within her old chicken coop, after donating her chickens to the Illshardian animal preserve, in fear of her losing control and eating them.
She still visits them often, it isn't uncommon to see an old lady getting swarmed by a mass of very exited chickens and roosters every few days, if one were to visit the preserve.
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Thought y'all deserved something a little bit lighter, since I've been going so heavy handed since the beginning about all that kind of serious stuff