It's that time of the month?
He wake's-up and check's his nail's,
he's had a little bit-A-luck
he's made it through the night-now,
he's got day-light-hour's
8-hour's of no-night-terror's,
the luner-effect's
got him running like bird's-of-a-feathers,
but it's inevitable
he carn't escape for now it's a full-moon...
He throw's back his-head
crackled howl to the moon,
there's sickanig-crunching as his bone's elongate,
with dank-fur and contorted-feacher's,
all the
creature-comfort's of man's best-friend,
the silhouette-prove's
100%-proof that transformation's complete,
bathed in moon-shine
he straighten's up and take's a sniff of the breeze...
With animal-instinct's
the once-man flex's
a huge-surge of power
and take's-off
with the one-minded-vision of a being-hell-bent on revenge...
With no-one to blame
this mythological-lupine has the urge to-kill,
he's lycanthrope,
feel's no-blame from the murder-that he-wrote,
one-bite and your created
from the history of the age's of this there's no-return...
Only hurt by a silver-bullet
only stoped by decapitation or harsh-trauma to the heart,
once-mastered transmutation can be so-told at ease,
and if achived...
Human-anatomy,
cut's that were once-cut will no-longer-bleed...
And the quench of blood is fuled by brutal-vengeance,
poisonous-seed's of nefarious-anger
which-warp his mind at all-angle's...
Magnified-senses on high-alert
he's a night-time-stalker,
hunting-red and moving strategically on-hind-leg's
through the mist like a dangerous-predator with infinite-abilities...
New to the man-wolf-fiend,
he's bitterly-conscious of his-loathsomely-rogue and satanic turn-coat-crime's.
Yet he has to watch-on-debilitated as the shapeshifter's-wrath viciously maim's and indulge's...
He's sickly-entranced by the sheer-phisical-force of the recklessly-calculated and spontaneous-rage...
He howl's to the moon and take's a sniff-of-the-breeze,
snarling as he drop's down to-all-paw's and with the toned-accuracy of a ruthless-killer,
he analyzes the surrounding-twilight that he's taken as his zone...
He stand's poised,
muscles-ripperling as there bunched and ready for flight,
head slightly-tipped to the slightest of sounds,
he's honeing in-on his unsuspecting-game.
The moon's-beam's catch the murderous and deranged-glint in his systematic-eyes as hackles-raised,
he let's-rip a truly-awe-inspiring-bloodcurdling "roar",
with saliva-exploding from his jowe's he travel's
moving with such-speed,
that not even
the Hound's-Of-Hell-could stop-him now...

A Wolf-Man-Fiend is also known as a Hound-Of-Hell sent to do the devil's bidding,
and vise-versa
Hound's-Of-God...
They were promised passage into Heaven for there service of going into Hell to to God's will...
Some turn Bad by choose as the Devil look's after his own?
it's a story of how the power-of-evil can break-even the strongest of being's,
and have them doing thing's they never-dreamed...
thank's for takeing the trip into my mind...

Sorry about the lineing folks the mother flipping button flipping flipped off.
i was consentraiting on spelling and was gunna line it afterwards.flip it.

Bite-Me?

Dude! Radical! You should read my bro's book "Helen Keller, Werewolf Hunter" K-A

Will do!
and thanks,i think its to dark for some....

dark - shmark-
its awesome!

Your to kind!

ahhh kindness!

****ing entertaining!

I dug it, man.
Much better than some of your other stuff I've read.
Really interesting theme, and I'm glad you clarified what was behind it in the thread.

**** yes!

I mean... this is the writing I like.
Brutality with a smirk, ya know?

Cheers buddy!
your not bad yourself!
nice one.

I send you love!

cheers tammy,
loves always good!x?