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| Our story begins one moon lit night, in Springtime. The moon was a full round shape that night and because of that, it seemed so sensuous in the sky. But our night would be anything than sensuous tonight and it would be different than all of the other nights ever experienced. This night would be wrought with age old violence and pain. This would be the night of the disrupted moon. |
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| Green would be the color of this night and not the usual blood red that our beast was so fond of. This tale, is only at its beginning and our werewolf has some morbid curiosity over these strange beings before him. This night our werewolf would lay low totally engrossed in these strange and terrible creatures before him, because for some reason they were sending chills down his back. Coming from them, were the growls and sounds he'd never heard before and their bodies he'd never seen before. And worst of all, he was scared. These were all new feelings to him. This was not in his plan and he knew that instinct would not help him now. But even with all this, he couldn't tear himself away from this scene before him...so he watched. |
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| As our werewolf soaked in these sights, his thoughts wandered as he heard a sounds coming through the trees. A reptilian clicking sound, he struggled to understand. This was his forest and he never heard sounds like this before. A title from some story, he knew as a human, quickly shot through his mind, "Something wicked this way comes". He felt that in very core. These feelings peaked his curiosity, so he kept his focus in that directions, but decided that staying out of sight was the most logical course of action he could take. |
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| Its teeth were silver and shimmered in the moonlight. As he watched, a chill went down the werewolf's spin. Our werewolf's snout curled up trying to get a scent of the being before him. He looked down on the ground, there were rats scampering around and didn't seem to be affected by the hideous creatures that stood above them. Maybe because of their size, it made no difference. Because this is where our werewolf would stay and take cover, behind this tree, it seemed safe enough for him tonight. Standing motionless maybe his best defense against these blood thirsty demons from never, never land. Yes, not moving a muscle, sounded like the best thing he could do for himself tonight. |
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| Because this sound was so foreign to mind he edged up through the trees with the utmost care and attention. When his eyes fell upon the site that stood before him, his thoughts raced with confusion and despair. What were these horrible beings that aimed to ruin his night of lust for the flesh. Where did they come from and how does he rid himself of the mutilation that even stymied his own tactics of the hunt. This was almost more than he could bear, when he noticed the parts that lay on the ground, from a fight that was already in progress. But what confused our werewolf the most, was the color of the blood that seeped from the wounds of these creatures. It was some strange shade of green. It was luminous. Whatever it was, the color he favored so much in his mind, blood red, was not a part of the picture he saw before him this night. This was the color of fear. |
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| The balance of this page is under construction. The entire project began Sepetember 11, 2004 |
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| In all his excitement the werewolf wasn't watching where he was going and tripped over a stone. He fell to the ground hard, then looked up and saw sight he'd never seen before and at once knew that this night would be like no other night before. This night he would be the bystander and not the main attraction. It was his time of day, nightfall had come and his emotions wee riding high. He was still changing into the beast man and had a vague recollection of being some horrible creature that tore the flesh from someones young body, just the night before. But in just a short while, these memories would be gone from his mind and all that would remain would be the present being, so very different than who he was in his mind before. He was living with the mark of the beast in his soul and nothing could change that except the shot of a silver bullet in his flesh. For now he would follow the age old plan, where his instincts would take over and his thirst for a human pain and blood would win out over his mortal morals, he walked with, just less than a hour ago. The thirst for flesh and the screams that would bellow through the night as he plunged his long sharp teeth into a throat of some unsuspecting passerby. That is what he longed for. The time he spent in this changed body of hair and muscle was real to him now and surge of blood flowing down his canine throat was his need. He look up into the nights sky and saw the golden orb, called our moon. He let out a howl, which bellowed in the night. Tonight, he was a werewolf and the only thing that could change that fact would be death itself. |