Status Updates From Metamorphoses

All things were a sea, a sea without shore.
The Flood

The rivers spread and swept away together crops, orchards, vineyards, cattle, houses, men, temples and shrines with all their holy things.

With rabid mouth he turned his lust for slaughter against the flocks, delighting still in blood. His clothes changed to coarse hair, his arms to legs - he was a wolf, yet kept some human trace, the same grey hair, the same fierce face, the same wild eyes, the same image of savagery.