In a time preceding the waning of the Blood Moon, a collective of lupine beings gathered, arranged in a posture reminiscent of humans.
However, their eyes, once mirrors of human emotion, now radiated an otherworldly intensity, mirroring the inner turmoil of the cursed souls trapped within.
The crimson moonlit night bathed them in a crimson ethereal glow, their coarse fur melding seamlessly with the shadows, revealing the play of muscles beneath.
Under the protective shroud that shielded the crimson brilliance emanating from the Blood Moon, claws emerged.
RIP!
Sharp as the midnight breeze, they extended from appendages that had once borne the likeness of human hands, now transformed into tools for rending flesh, akin to feasting upon a succulent chicken.
CRUNCH!
The tearing sound was followed by a rhythmic chewing, an eerie symphony echoing in the night.
