The Crescent Moon shone brightly behind the wispy clouds that attempted to cover it. The sky beyond was a very deep blue, pierced by thousands of stars. Together everything pointed towards the very cold night ahead.
The man looked up to the Moon, watching his breath evaporate before him as he did so.
“At least the wolf will not be around tonight,” he thought as he hurried home, dashing through long-empty streets.
His vision was becoming clearer the darker it became. In the distance, he could see the stones on the road ahead. He knew the beast within was awakening.
The beast within? Oh no!
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Oh yes, Beverly! ‘Tis that time of year!
Mwahaha! 😀
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A werewolf waiting for the full of the moon, methinks.
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Oh yes, Raili. Although maybe not so much for the human…
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Oh, I like it! Very “atmospheric”! 🙂
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Thanks, Diane… ’tis an atmospheric time!
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I used to be a Werewolf, but I’m alright Nowoooooooooooo!!! 🙂 ❤
God Bless! 🙂 ❤
Prenin.
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Mwahaha! Good to hear it, Prenin!
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