The pale moon covered the land in an eerie yet tranquil glow, clouds dotted the sky, and birds grazed happily. The small rays of moonlight shone down through the Taurai woods, covering it in its warm and magnificent glow. The ground of the woods was damp, soggy to say the least, due to the torrential downpour of rain it had received over the last three days. The various animal kind of the forest had come out from hiding, land animals grazing happily and the water-kin hunting worms from the top of the brooks. And despite all that happiness and tranquillity, there was a dark creature in the woods this night. A lupine, or commonly known as a werewolf.

It ran through the forest quickly, its front and back paws ripping through the soft grass, leaving a trail of destruction in its path. Its gray fur covered it like a rug, and its teeth were gnarled, ready to strike. The werewolf was Rexona, having this dark curse bestowed upon her when she was in her teenage years. Her family was killed because of this curse; and she nearly had been to. She never liked being a Lupine, hell, she hated it all together. Every full-moon she would have a lust for blood, thus why she was running through the forests, hoping that she would not come across any other beings; which would trigger her lust.

“God damnit, when is the moon going to set!” She said, her feminine voice coming out in a long, cold roar. She had been running non-stop for two hours now, but her werewolf heritage gave her more stamina, and heightened her five senses. Only once had she killed while she was a lupine, and that was a small rabbit, so that she could feed off it. And now Rexona had picked up a scent, and was following it; hell, she had been following it for ages. She hated killing for the fun of it, but this was different, she needed to feed, she needed to taste blood..

“What have I become?!” She screamed in her mind, trying to see if she could possibly control the werewolf and convert back into her normal form. But it seemed impossible to do it, she would just have to wait until the moon left and the sun rose. Sitting down by a tree on all fours, she ripped open the carrybag she had been carrying on her back, using her front teeth. “Anythin’?” She said to herself, using her lupine nose to push around the various objects inside the bag. “Damnit.” She said gruffly, snorting and sitting there like a dog usually would, waiting for the sun to come out.