Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141227022405/@comment-5583506-20141227035911

"Over there!" whispered the guard archer and made a discreet sign at a nearby rock.

The other guards peered over the ridge to see that the beast was in fact lying there, taking a nap by the looks of it. The traces of a fresh kill were nearby. An elk, ripped clean open and half-eaten.

"I think I am gonna be sick!" groaned the guard with the net.

The commander hushed her and started to sneak closer to the large beast. It was unlike other werewolves he had seen. The fur of the beast was as white as the snow, making it almost impossible to see in the night if it hadn't been for the dark spots of blood around its snout. A ghost in the dark...

"What in all the...?" he mumbled.

The beast snored heavily, intoxicated with pleasure of its fresh kill. The commander gave it a harsh stare and then urged for his two comrades to follow.

"Watch out for the claws!" he warned quietly. "A single rip of those is enough to kill you, or worse; turn you into one of them!"

The female guard slowly approached with the net, trudging carefully through the snow.

"Easy now", warned the archer as he nocked an arrow on the bow.

It would have all gone smoothly if the guard with the net hadn't slipped on some of the torn-out intestines of the slaughtered elk.

The commander looked with blood-shot eyes at the accident, knowing what deadly mistake they had comitted. He then turned around slowly as he heard a low growling. His blood seemed to freeze to ice within his veins as he found himself staring into the ghostly, glowing blue eyes of the awakened beast.