Mikhail Petrov (ex_monsterhu299) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-07-14 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-08 |
Hell Hath No Fury
Who: Mikhail and Shanti
Where: Just west of the Packlands
When: 9pm-ish
Mikhail didn't believe the reports. There was no way there were no attacks on the full moon. In twenty years of hunting, there had never been a full moon without deaths. The monsters were not going to change because of the Light of May. Lies, all of it lies.
And this werewolf was going to pay for those lies. He had been tracking the monster for a few miles, careful to stay downwind and out of easy scenting range. The hunt itself was almost cathartic. The methodical stalking of the prey, the adrenaline rush of the attack, and the grim joy of ridding the world of one more monster.
He ducked behind a tree as the creature stopped and cast about for scent. Had he gotten too close? No, he was barely in firing range. There was no way the were had scented him. Still, it was on the defensive already, whatever had set it off.
Drawing on of his pistols, he cocked it slowly and almost silently. Time to go for the kill. He took careful aim for the beast's head. Breathe, aim, fire.
At the very last possible second, the creature was jolted out of position. His shot barely grazed the were. What the hell?