Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141228211708/@comment-5583506-20150112174216

As the flames scorched its fur and as another thunderbolt struck it in the face, the werewolf started to sway around, swinging its clawed hands wherever it could. Hoping to grab and kill something, but to little success. Instead the werewolf collapsed to the ground with a grunt, breathing heavily with its tongue sticking out as it watched its prey cautiously.

''Will prey be the death of Beast? Beast won't die without slaughter. Without maiming. Without killing. Kill. Kill! KILL!''