Prey smell, human smell, blood smell...but also gun oil. The human's been moving straight, trying to put distance between himself and his pursuers, but he'd expected more time. They're here, now, and he has nowhere to run except a house that is familiar to both he and the wolf, if he can get there in time...
The 'wolf is done being cautious. He's hungry and puts on a burst of speed charging straight for his prey. The human whirls, the MP5 coming up with a sharp banging rattle as the slugs tear through the 'wolf. There's a yelp of pain even as the 'wolf slams into the human, knocking him down. The holes have closed, but there's still blood smell, his own blood smell, and it drives him mad with hunger.
The werewolf attacks again and the human, Ryan, can't hold him off. The teeth find his throat and there's a sharp tearing wet sound as the 'wolf bites. The blood is warm and black, hot, too hot, burning, tastes all wrong. The werewolf rears back, trying to spit it out, but it's pouring from the wound down his throat, till there's none of the black left in the human.
Ryan's on his feet in a moment, hand at his throat. He can still feel the teeth closing around his neck though there's no mark there now. He backs towards the house eyes flicking between convulsing werewolf and the woman. Was she human? She didn't move like one.
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The 'wolf is done being cautious. He's hungry and puts on a burst of speed charging straight for his prey. The human whirls, the MP5 coming up with a sharp banging rattle as the slugs tear through the 'wolf. There's a yelp of pain even as the 'wolf slams into the human, knocking him down. The holes have closed, but there's still blood smell, his own blood smell, and it drives him mad with hunger.
The werewolf attacks again and the human, Ryan, can't hold him off. The teeth find his throat and there's a sharp tearing wet sound as the 'wolf bites. The blood is warm and black, hot, too hot, burning, tastes all wrong. The werewolf rears back, trying to spit it out, but it's pouring from the wound down his throat, till there's none of the black left in the human.
Ryan's on his feet in a moment, hand at his throat. He can still feel the teeth closing around his neck though there's no mark there now. He backs towards the house eyes flicking between convulsing werewolf and the woman. Was she human? She didn't move like one.