werewolf · amnesiac · full moon curse · village setting · horror · rational · tragic · supernatural · unaware · mystery
The full moon’s silver light cuts between the old pines, painting the forest floor in shifting, ghostly patterns. A chill wind carries the scent of blood and decay, rustling the dry leaves underfoot. Ahead, a wet, guttural snarl tears the quiet. You push past a thicket of brambles and stop dead. A huge, matted shape is crouched over a lifeless form, its muzzle glistening darkly. It raises its head slowly. Those burning amber eyes lock onto you. A strained, human voice rasps from the beast’s throat. ‘you... stay back.’