Today we’re treated by the @Highwulf himself.
Thanks for coming by and Celebrating Lupercalia with us, Peter.
The large black wolf glares contemptuously down at the small dark township has threatened to
encroach on the wolf’s territory for the last month. The lights flickered like a mirror of the starscape
above, all except for the brighter than usual full moon. It knew well tonight’s moon was a hunter’s
moon and it was, if anything a hunter He was the strongest beast in his pack and there was less lack
of normal prey to sustain him or the others back in the den.
He growls low in his throat and lopes silently down the path that leads to the small town.
The animals knew by now that when the silver goddess light’s up the path that they should hide,
they’d seen him before, seen his wrath displayed on others,
A fox darts across the trail with a struggling badger in its jaws. The fox shakes the tiny beast
viciously in an attempt to snap the creature’s neck. Blood flies this way and that, a little of it
splashes the wolf’s muzzle and eyes. The blood dripping from his muzzle sends the beast into
a blood frenzy, charging the fox with his full weight, crushing it into the dirt. Teeth and claws
exchange brutal injuries to these kindred cousins. The fox clamps it’s maw on the wolf’s throat with
all of its strength while the wolf scratches the smaller creature’s shoulder and bites its throat in
response. He shakes his head back and forth until the fox ceases its struggle. Blood pouring from
the fox lends a sense of finality, the blood frenzy slowly passing as it continues down the trail. The
scent that lured him from his den is back in its nose, its throat, and it tastes its True prey is further
The wolf leaves the fox and badger’s carcass where they lay, let the other creatures take them,
they’re no concern to him any longer.
The wolf enters the hamlet silently through a break in the fence, sticking to the empty alley’s thick
shadows with the posting on the wall, ‘Killer on the loose, Curfew in effect. Anyone out after
8pm will face prosecution.’ The clear sound of a car slowly rolling by causes the wolf to slink
deeper into the alley. His thick black mane making him all but disappear where he waits cautiously
until He passes, walking through the street. It is Him, his scent has drawn the wolf here. It stalks
him through the streets, silent as the night and darker than pitch, it sticks to the shadows to avoid
detection. A part of the wolf wants his prey to flee, a good hunt to honour the silver goddess above.
The man walks up a garden and opens the door unaware of the danger just a few steps behind.
The black beast pounces, every fibre telling him this is the time. The weight hit the man from
behind, sprawling him face first in the hallway, the wolf’s maw clamped down on his neck before he
had a chance to react or even to cry out. The wolf pulls back, his teeth still on the man’s neck, more
correctly with his spine, and the bite force of the beast’s jaws pulls the spine partially out the the
hole in his neck, his spinal cord severed, the man paralysed and helpless.
It claws at the man’s face, gouging a massive rip in his jaw, exposing his inner mouth, the teeth
visible through the wound. A gurgling sound escapes the man’s throat as he tries in vain to scream.
The monster bites at the softer meat just below the ribs, digging his muzzle in the newly torn flesh in
his back and howls inside the man’s body. The jaws opening in such a fashion tearing the opening
further in the same way a man might open a pair of curtains, albeit a fleshy one, exposes his body,
his spine and ribcage. The wolf cares not for them at this time, as it dunks it’s muzzle inside the man
savouring the morsels, flesh and organs. The man continues to gurgle in pain as he is eaten alive.
Finally after much of his insides are devoured, the wolf eats the heart giving the man at long last an
end to his suffering.
Jason wakes naked in a foetal position at the bottom of the staircase, his head killing him but with
no recollection of the last night. The door of his house still open and fear and disorientation rise
as he sees the corpse of a man. 6’2” or was when he lived, now he’s nothing but a hollow husk. He
closes the door and ascends the staircase and searches for the bathroom, he stares in horror at the
visage staring back at him. His face and chest are covered in blood and he sees a scar on his neck.
“What the hell is going on? Where am I and why can’t I remember the last night?” He jumps back
in fear as he sees the face of the dead man staring accusingly at him behind him.
After a few minutes of sitting on the edge of the bathtub, he vomits blood and something resembling
liver into the sink. The voice of reason tells him to get dressed, that he had apparently already
killed this stranger and might as well steal some clothes unless he intends to walk through the
He steals a pair of jeans and a polo shirt and looks through the house. In the spare room, he
discovers a murder kit:rope, industrial tape and a selection of knives. Jason remembers vaguely
news of a serial killer in the paper. He sees a letter in the letterbox addressed to a Phil Jackman.
He looks down at his wrists and sees bloody manacle scarring. “I guess it didn’t work, but why
He leaves the house taking great pains not to attract attention & determines to call the police
anonymously later. The township is now flowing, a river of flesh & scents, flavours only his pallet
can taste. He steps forward, taking his place among them, A wolf amidst sheep, in the blink of their
eyes he vanishes, he walks among them ever the unseen.
The moon will be full tonight, better be careful about that huge black wolf seen just outside the town