Blood-Drenched Beasthunter

From the description: Some would call you fortunate, cursed as you are. The blood curse of some beast should have laid claim to your physical form long ago. Goblin? Vampire? Weeping Were-Willow? Regardless, your burning, fetid blood still courses through human veins as the days drag onward. Nechrubel laughs at your grim plight, his whispers cackled posthaste into your fragile brain with every heartbeat. Your blood is a catalyst of nightmare.