RP: Full moon attack Who: Romulus, Fenrir, NPC-werewolf, NPC wizarding family, possibly Werewolf Task Force Where: Keswick, UK When: April 28 Rating/Warnings: Gore, blood, violence, murder, rape Summary: Romulus and Fenrir feel each other out - and kill people
He'd been more than pleased to be contacted, having waited for the Dark Lord to make his move. The murder of the Brown-woman had certainly been a pleasant surprise, but not as pleasant as being contacted by none other than Fenrir Greyback. A true legend.
Planning the attack was easy. They went for small this time, feeling each other out. Next month they'd go bigger, Death Eaters and Werewolves working together when attacking the clinic that threatened them all. After last time, Romulus knew they needed more back up. He'd lost for members of his pack that night, and a lot of information had leaked. He would be better prepared next time. It would be a massacre.
But for this full moon, they settled for a family. It was one the pack had staked out beforehand. A family of six . Mother, Father, three children below the age of eleven but old enough to be turned, and a niece of eighteen, out of school last year. They'd have their fun, the children would be turned, the mother and niece would be raped while the others watched. It would serve their purposes well.
They waited in hiding for the moon to rise, and once the transformation was over they attacked, ruthlessly breaking down doors and windows. Screams filled the air as they came down upon the family, seated around the table for supper. The father fell first, as three wolves tore into his flesh, incapacitating him but not killing him, making him watch as the mother and niece were taken, broken, raped and torn to pieces as they feasted on their flesh. The father shouted, screamed and tried to move as they moved to the children, taking them too, boy and girls, making them bleed as they took turns on them while their parents died. Finished, Romulus, walked over to the boy and bit deep into his shoulder, then over to the niece and did the same to her. She was a bit on the old side, but he was confident that they'd be able to turn her properly. If not, she'd be killed. It was as easy as that. He did not turn the two girls, but stepped back, leaving the field open for Fenrir. As their guest, it was only fair that he got to do the turning.