Caryl didn't stop to see if it made it over the fence, she was running away
as soon as it leaped. She'd let go of Scarlet's leash as soon as she saw
the evil shadow with green eyes, and the dog was long gone by now. Caryl
was running for her life, and, unfortunately for her, she could hear the
creature running behind her. She ran down her street, but was afraid to go
into her house for fear of the creature of catching her before she could
unlock the door. She ran on then, past the cul-de-sac, and into the woods
beyond that. *Not the best move, certainly. That thing is probably in its
element here.. yeah.. definitely not the best move.* She kept running
though, hoping to run all the way through the forest before the thing could
catch her. *It's a forested area in the middle of the city, it can't be
that big. Hopefully.*
She ran on, but was slowing down noticeably. She just wasn't used to running for long periods of time. She turns her head to look at the thing over her shoulder, and immediately started running faster. It was almost right behind her!
"Eeep!" She squeaked, tripping over a root that she hadn't seen in the dark. *Damn plants, and why did I have to squeak? That'll be the last sound out of me most likely.* The creature leaped on top of her, crushing her into the ground. He was a heavy thing, for being able to run so fast.
It lifted its front leg and let swing at her unprotected back, his claws fully extended to dig deep into her flesh. She screamed out in pain, and then screamed again when he brought his claws around in a backhanded slash. She clawed at the ground in front of her, trying to pull herself out from under him, then her hand hit what felt like a snapped off tree branch laying within arms reach. She grabbed it and swung it with all her might at the area where she thought was the thing's head was. Thankfully, the branch hit the creature, and it reared up in pain, giving her time to get out from under him and crawl a few yards away.
The creature shook its head to clear it, and then looked around for her. He stepped toward her, and happened to pause for a moment in the moonlit area long enough for her to get a good look at him.
She stared at the creature posed before her. It was beautiful, it was unreal.. It was a werewolf. It had the bent back legs, just like in her drawings. It was almost a midnight black and had a Muscle-bound chest, arms, and legs, and a long, thick, and presumably fluffy tail to go along with the inhuman-like legs. He was, in all accounts beautiful. And a 'he' was a he, no doubt about that. The only aspect of him that was not a beautiful sight was his manhood, enlarged with his change from human to werewolf. And it seemed that as soon as he saw her he decided that he liked the idea of a helpless female alone in a forest. He liked it very much..
He advanced on her, growling a feral growl that held the promise of pleasure for him, but she doubted she'd enjoy whatever he had in mind. She scrambled backward as fast as she could, until she ran into an inconveniently placed tree, at least in her mind. Her back to the tree got the werewolf up even more, seeing his 'prey' fearful and helpless to run away. He fell forward onto his hands and continued advancing, crawling toward her on hands and feet. She wondered dreamily how his legs were built to allow him to do that comfortly, then snapped back to the real world with a start. *This is not the time to be wondering about werewolf anatomy, unless it's the idea of how sharp his claws are, and just how large he is, and will either of them hurt.*
Suddenly, a semi-blur came flying out of the trees to her left, and smashed into the advancing werewolf. He snarled at the shape, but immediately backed off when the 'blur' stood up, revealing himself as another werewolf, this one of a light-brown coloring. The new werewolf, also a male, seemed to be the dominant of the two. He snarled at black werewolf, growling out sounds that could just be described as words.
"Whhaat dhid ih thell yoouh aahbouht attaching hhumaahns!"
The black werewolf gained some confidence back, enough to growl back, "Ih dhidn't.. she sawh me fheedingh, ahnd soh she had to payh."
The tan werewolf backhanded the black werewolf with his hand. "That's what youh ghet byh ghoing into dah city forh food!"
He turned his back on the black one, and slowly walked toward Caryl, who until that moment almost had the hope that she had been forgotten. She moved back again, pressing her bleeding back even more into the tree. The werewolf saw her obvious fear. "Phlese, dhon't rhun, ih'm nhot yhour enemyh. Myh name is Telik."
She ran on, but was slowing down noticeably. She just wasn't used to running for long periods of time. She turns her head to look at the thing over her shoulder, and immediately started running faster. It was almost right behind her!
"Eeep!" She squeaked, tripping over a root that she hadn't seen in the dark. *Damn plants, and why did I have to squeak? That'll be the last sound out of me most likely.* The creature leaped on top of her, crushing her into the ground. He was a heavy thing, for being able to run so fast.
It lifted its front leg and let swing at her unprotected back, his claws fully extended to dig deep into her flesh. She screamed out in pain, and then screamed again when he brought his claws around in a backhanded slash. She clawed at the ground in front of her, trying to pull herself out from under him, then her hand hit what felt like a snapped off tree branch laying within arms reach. She grabbed it and swung it with all her might at the area where she thought was the thing's head was. Thankfully, the branch hit the creature, and it reared up in pain, giving her time to get out from under him and crawl a few yards away.
The creature shook its head to clear it, and then looked around for her. He stepped toward her, and happened to pause for a moment in the moonlit area long enough for her to get a good look at him.
She stared at the creature posed before her. It was beautiful, it was unreal.. It was a werewolf. It had the bent back legs, just like in her drawings. It was almost a midnight black and had a Muscle-bound chest, arms, and legs, and a long, thick, and presumably fluffy tail to go along with the inhuman-like legs. He was, in all accounts beautiful. And a 'he' was a he, no doubt about that. The only aspect of him that was not a beautiful sight was his manhood, enlarged with his change from human to werewolf. And it seemed that as soon as he saw her he decided that he liked the idea of a helpless female alone in a forest. He liked it very much..
He advanced on her, growling a feral growl that held the promise of pleasure for him, but she doubted she'd enjoy whatever he had in mind. She scrambled backward as fast as she could, until she ran into an inconveniently placed tree, at least in her mind. Her back to the tree got the werewolf up even more, seeing his 'prey' fearful and helpless to run away. He fell forward onto his hands and continued advancing, crawling toward her on hands and feet. She wondered dreamily how his legs were built to allow him to do that comfortly, then snapped back to the real world with a start. *This is not the time to be wondering about werewolf anatomy, unless it's the idea of how sharp his claws are, and just how large he is, and will either of them hurt.*
Suddenly, a semi-blur came flying out of the trees to her left, and smashed into the advancing werewolf. He snarled at the shape, but immediately backed off when the 'blur' stood up, revealing himself as another werewolf, this one of a light-brown coloring. The new werewolf, also a male, seemed to be the dominant of the two. He snarled at black werewolf, growling out sounds that could just be described as words.
"Whhaat dhid ih thell yoouh aahbouht attaching hhumaahns!"
The black werewolf gained some confidence back, enough to growl back, "Ih dhidn't.. she sawh me fheedingh, ahnd soh she had to payh."
The tan werewolf backhanded the black werewolf with his hand. "That's what youh ghet byh ghoing into dah city forh food!"
He turned his back on the black one, and slowly walked toward Caryl, who until that moment almost had the hope that she had been forgotten. She moved back again, pressing her bleeding back even more into the tree. The werewolf saw her obvious fear. "Phlese, dhon't rhun, ih'm nhot yhour enemyh. Myh name is Telik."