Whispers of the past stain thy pelt

As you chew on the mushroom, swallowing it down, you feel fine- at first. Slowly the air starts to vibrate around you, as if you can see it and the way it moves. The grass in the plains seems to spring up from the snow and it feels as if days are passing all at once, though the moon never moves. Bright blue and purple hues dance in your vision and you feel as if you're following them or maybe falling with them- no, you're flying, but your paws are on the ground still. The colors pull you in and push you back out. They form a shape- a man- and there are so many teeth. You try to escape the teeth, the hands, the nimble fingers that scrape through your fur like razor water. You fall...

Some time later, you wake up far away from where you began. A large gash spans from your right shoulder all the way down from the paw. Better get that healed up! Surely it will leave a scar.

You gain:

• Scar- A long linear scar from the right shoulder down to the paw along the front ridge of the leg.