Werewolf Mine
Aug 25, 2014 4:39:58 GMT -8
Post by susanrm on Aug 25, 2014 4:39:58 GMT -8
Have you ever seen a werewolf? Most people haven't but guess what they exist. Humans will tell you no, there are no such things, you are crazy if you believe in them and you are ready for the padded room. Then, you just laugh in their face. This story is about one.
I was standing on top of a huge pile of rubble. The sky was black and had smog covering all of it, there was no sun or moon to be seen. The clouds were rolling in a storm like fashion across the sky, but, there was no storm. I was in a half form fully furred with tail, teeth, claws. The only clothing I had on since I had fur was a long black trench coat. It mostly hid my tail and the hood covered my ears and hid my silver eyes. The rain only started after human men appeared in those black uniforms that come equipped with gas masks. They were telling me to stand down and to tell them where Moon was. A smirk curved onto my lips and I moved my hood back, teeth flashing. In the same movement, the sleeves of the jacket tore from the two blades I had hooked to my wrists. The blade that handles curve into the hand and the blade itself curves down over the side of the forearm and down to the elbow. I drew two daggers from sheaths on the under sides of my forearms and held them in my hand, along with the handles to the wrists blades. The gun fire broke out as the rain poured. The fight was in a trance like blur and when my mind came back from the fog of the trance, I was breathing heavily. My blades were bloody and so were my hands, but, all I did was turn, leaving the seven dead humans there.
I was standing on top of a huge pile of rubble. The sky was black and had smog covering all of it, there was no sun or moon to be seen. The clouds were rolling in a storm like fashion across the sky, but, there was no storm. I was in a half form fully furred with tail, teeth, claws. The only clothing I had on since I had fur was a long black trench coat. It mostly hid my tail and the hood covered my ears and hid my silver eyes. The rain only started after human men appeared in those black uniforms that come equipped with gas masks. They were telling me to stand down and to tell them where Moon was. A smirk curved onto my lips and I moved my hood back, teeth flashing. In the same movement, the sleeves of the jacket tore from the two blades I had hooked to my wrists. The blade that handles curve into the hand and the blade itself curves down over the side of the forearm and down to the elbow. I drew two daggers from sheaths on the under sides of my forearms and held them in my hand, along with the handles to the wrists blades. The gun fire broke out as the rain poured. The fight was in a trance like blur and when my mind came back from the fog of the trance, I was breathing heavily. My blades were bloody and so were my hands, but, all I did was turn, leaving the seven dead humans there.