And the Rain falls

Bolting from the brushes the Creature moved black glistening claws extended tearing at the over growth of unlucky forest saplings of SuriGuard Forest- Black pupil-less eyes taking in the world in mounting fury- yet fear was there- a pain. The canine creature whirled around sniffing at the night air puffs of steam leaving it’s nostrils as it tried to sniff out it’s enemy- The Werewolf tried desperately to clear it’s thoughts to a more logical level to out-smart this foe- but again and again the tormenting animalistic tendencies would take hold. One clawed hand clamped firmly against it’s lower abdomen a river of scarlet slowly seeping through the dark brown dingy fur Slowly it’s lips peels back showing rows of yellowing teeth as it snarled ears slowly flattening as it kept it’s eyes set in the direction it had fled from….
He had been following the once human Donavin Jinks for over Six months now- having finally found him in the safety of SuriGuard’s woods- Salem was only here in the first place for the bounty of this werewolf- and to bring his form of justice to the family of a now deceased grand daughter of seven years. The Werewolf was his objective this time- his ‘project’ so to speak before another obsession would take hold of the Slayer- Quick and to the point were his dealings with any of able-mind- he never hung around after his killings- Only returning word to those that posted such a bounty upon a creature of the night- getting his pay to be able to feed himself and perhaps purchase a black smith to sharpen his weapons.

Now it had come to this, Six full moons as three days- Salem walked the woods…his shadow trailing along the forest floor under the pale silver moonlight of the silver dollar of a moon above the tree tops. His left hand limply held the arm of the red wood cross bow at his side his right hand empty…simply hanging along side him only the pale hand visible from the trimming of the patchwork sleeve that trailed upwards. Blood dripped down curling about his wrist to trail down his fore finger leaving a small trail of crimson rain drops behind him- slowly swallowed up by the soil. “…..Don---avin---…” came the faint voice from under the rimming of the large floppy hat as the slayer stalked forward in the darkness.

The canine flinched eyes darting about the rows of trunks- seeking movement- to catch a sight of Salem desperately- so it would have the upper hand- yet no blessing sight came- One hunched clawed foot drew back as if the Werewolf were tempted to bolt from the scene to try it’s chances at escape once again.

One Gloved hand wrapped it’s digits about the metal neck of a canteen the metal lid pulling off the lip of the can. The Cross bow hung over Salem’s left shoulder as his other hand held five quarrels in its palm. Dipping the tips within the canteen he slowly withdrew them from the mouth; a silvery substance clinging along the edges of the metal tipped hooked arrows. The expression of a cold uncaring soul lingered still upon his face- pale blue eyes reflecting the small shards of light bouncing off the arrow tips as he slipped them into a satchel against his side. Lifting his now free left hand he bright two fingers upwards tipping the edge of his hat back as he peered down at the creature from his post.


Then a break in the cold expression upon Salem’s face could be seen- an icy smile as the cross bow was lifted in arms. One pale blue eye peered open between the iron gritting of the edge of range as he took aim his one opened eye resting on the of the werewolf his thoughts of shooting between the back of the rib cage. But suddenly the clatter of thunder erupted the sky in a flash of light- throwing his aim off balance the quarrel over shot only grazing the fur of the werewolf at once the werewolf bolting away into the growth.

“Damn it!” Salem twitched eyes going hooded under the rimming of his hat.