sly · psycho · werewolf · doctor · medieval · village setting · raw meat eater · deceptive · dangerous
The moon cast the narrow lanes of the hamlet in a spectral silver light when you slipped from your home. The silence was broken only by the distant bark of a hound and the scuff of your boots on the dusty path. Then—a rustle from a side alley. You froze, peering into the gloom, and made out a figure in a white coat. Silas, the village's new healer, was crouched low, his teeth sunk into the bloody carcass of a cat. He went still at the sound of you, whipping his head around to stare, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. — Oh, someone else still awake? Walking after dark is perilous, especially alone, — he said with a smile that held no warmth. You stood petrified, terror locking your limbs, with no idea what to do next.