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Jan. 16th
The sky was clear and bright with stars blinding the moon in a shadowy dance. Clouds fluttered in front of the moon, casting the land below in shadows. His breath coming out in puffs with each renewed steps. Skin glistened with sweat, blood dripped from claws to leave a plain scent. Eyes hazel franticly looked at every direction.
Sounds of paws hitting the ground echoed around him in the quiet night. It's heartbeat sounding closer as he rounded a tree. He held himself up by placing the palm of his hand onto the trunk of the tree. His chest felt like millions of needles poking him repeatedly. Head shooting up as the sounding heartbeat stood beating right next to him. He tried to scream, but the sound was caught between vocal cords.
The creature growled at him with eyes glowing golden brown. Teeth sharp, dripping saliva with lips curled back in a nasty snarl. Hairs standing were well groomed and with a large paw stepping into the moonlight, he took off before the creature could clamp it's teeth into him.
He felt the air leave his lungs when he face palmed the ground. A cry left his parted lips when a row of teeth closed around his shoulder. Blood ran in rivers before his cries stopped. The creature held him by the throat with blood falling out of its muzzle.
He laid there dead without any form.
Stiles walked into his room while placing his school bag next to the door. He sat in front of his desk with his back to the computer. He sighed as he thought back to what his father had mention to him that morning.
A couple of hikers had gone out hiking when one of them found an unrecognizable body laying on the cold ground. The body had no why to identify itself: fingers were cut off from the knuckles and teeth no where in sight. When they, the police, took a closer look; they didn't find any clothing or the human parts. Instead they find a symbol of something next to the victim's body.
It was mid-size with elegant lines. The furthest point of the symbol reached out to curl slightly before running downward and twist into another point that pointed eastward before twirling downward to point southward before meeting both lines westward in a pointed arch. Inside was a strange, old cursive letter that couldn't be read. Intertwine with the letter was an strange fang like design. It hung just above the southern point of the symbol. Stiles had once seen this symbol when he was just a boy. It was once hanging over his mother's breast in a clear case that hung from a gold chain. His mother had given the necklace to him just before she had died. She had told him to keep it on him, to keep it hidden from prying eyes. To this day, Stiles still have it attached to his book bag where only he could see it. His mother never got to tell him what it meant, but that he would know when the times come.
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