Post by nightingale on Jul 11, 2008 16:34:12 GMT -6
It was dark. The moon was full, and an eerie echoing howl rung though the streets. A young man ran though the streets panting from exhaustion constantly looking over his shoulder in panic and fear. He then came to a dead end, beginning to attempt to dig though the wall with his fingertips resulted in him removing his nails. What he was running from, was a large werewolf resembling a female in form walking now slowly towards her prey having him cornered licking over her lips. Then within seconds there was a scream that became blood curdled. The lantern he was carrying casting the shadow of the wolf mauling him for its feed. then when it stopped the remains where left on the streets the werewolves owned this city now and this lone hunter didn't care if she left her mark as she controlled her form back human. Flicking her hood up on the cloak that appeared in a wisp of green smog, she walked out of the blood drenched alleyway with not a mark on her carrying a blood soaked lantern...