Rouge's Point of view.
Prolouge
Moonlight
It had been raining again...
Cascades of little droplets pounded the earth, blurring the sights of anyone foolish or unlucky enough to get caught in their wake. Trees and other flora sagged in the thought of another night filled with the constant pitter-patter of the water. Color slowly changed from a lush green to a dingy brown. With the dimming effects of the water from the sky, the only light came from the full moon above.
Thick beams of white light feel from above along with the rain, illuminating the earth below it. People would've admired it's beauty if it hadn't been raining.
And outside, this pair of wandering eyes couldn't even look at the road ahead. She was young, no more than twelve years old. Fatigue ruptured her entire body, especially in her legs. It wasn't long before she fell to her knees. The tears she cried were as plentiful as the rain. As they fell, they mixed with the color red, with the rain washing away the blood on her silver furred body.
She signified the night. Piercing eyes stained in blood red, White hair paler than the moon.
From the day she was born, she'd been told she was useless. The deafening message constantly pounded her eardrums, "No life is worth sparing.", endlessly screamed by her memories. After striking down another poor soul, her haunting past began to catch up with her. The blood set in her fur was not her own, rather the blood of another innocent life, cut down in it's prime.
"Sniff...Why am I having these urges? Damn, I'm going to have to find another..."
She picked herself up and shuffled on, using her keen senses to track the next blood scent. True, the life of a werewolf is frightfully hazardous, and the endless thirst for blood is over-powering. She knew these facts all too well.
From her cradle to her grave, the bloodlust will utterly consume her mind. Her name is barely known by those other than the ones she has struck down. Few people remain alive to tell her story. This little girl led me and my friends down an adventure none of us will ever forget. Someday, her name will be known all across the earth for decades to come. And it's all going to start here.
In light of these recent events, I've remembered an old phrase my parents used to say. The dawn brings the light, to shine down upon the earth, and cause the illuminating glimmer that gives life to all. Midnight is when all the energy of the sun disappears. The moon rises to tell all the creatures of the night that it's time to come out and play. Dawn and midnight are the two main staples of the day-to-day shift. But I know the interlude. To me...
It's always darkest after Dusk...
Darkest After Dusk
by DJ MINT