There’s a folktale that tells the story of a peasant that desperately wished to become a werewolf. To do this he simply waited for a night when the moon was full, knelt by the side of a lycanthropous stream at midnight and recited these words:
“Tis night! Tis night! and the moon shines white over pine and snow capped hill. The shadows stray through burn and brae and dance in the sparkling rill.”
Tis night! Tis night! and the devils light casts glimmering beams around. The maras dance, the nisses prance on the flower enameled ground.”
Tis night! Tis night! and the the werewolf’s might makes man and nature shiver.
Yet its fierce grey head and stealthy tread are nought to thee, oh river!
River, River, River
Oh water strong, that swirls along I prithee a werewolf make me.
Of all things dear, my soul, I swear, In death shall not forsake thee.”
The peasant then strikes the shore of the stream three times with his forehead, and then dips his head into the water three times, each time swallowing a mouthful of the water.
This is all it would take for him to become a werewolf, all that was left was for him to wait 24 hours for his first transformation as a wolf.
According to myths, Lycanthropous water is said to seem very similar to regular water, with only a few minor differences. First off, a faint odor, smelling like nothing you have smelt before, distinguishes lycanthropous water. Second, it has a very unusual sparkle to it. Third, the water makes peculiar noises as it flows, noises that sound like the whispering of human voices. Some nights these whispering voices turn into terrifying screams and howls. Dogs and horses are said to exhibit the greatest amount of fear at the sound of these horrifying cries.