Were-Ed: Reign In Blood-Part 1

                                      Night Of The Were-Ed: Reign In Blood

                               Prologue: Sing The Hymn Of Bloody Reckoning

Verse 1...

We dance under the full light of the moon, tearing down the stars, and leading the impudent to their doom! We caress the beautiful blanket of night, sing praises to the Wolf-Mother, and crush those who carry the torch of spite!  

Blister and bleed through most haunting daylight - lick our wounds and prepare for the fight!

Raise our noses to the wind, whistle with the cold, bury claws in unholy flesh, never born and never grow old!

Awash the hills with the blood of the prey, devour their hearts and watch the bones decay! Beyond the nightmarish hills where the insects crawl and mate, tread softly over enemy grounds, lure them in with the temptations of bait!

We sing this hymn, this hymn of ancient rite…

We are the children of the night, we are the beasts that howl  and claw and bite!

End Verse…

He sat atop a branch, the highest branch for miles on end. He enjoyed the height, made him feel closer to the Wolf-Mother, made him feel like a God itself.

He was completely at peace, the sound of the wind singing tunes in his ear, the smell of the barley, roots and rosemary, filling his nostrils. This of course was perfect scent to top off the carcass that was loosely hung over his lap.

The trunk of the tree was smeared in blood, like someone had splashed an entire tin of scarlet paint on it. He was stained in the red-liquid of his unfortunate prey, the body being chewed from he stomach inwards, it was the most delicious way too eat a meal - though it came with the rice of he victim screaming for a lot longer.

After eating the last scrap of meat, he pushed the mangled skeleton to the earthy floor below, breaking apart and splintering the dirt and dust. He chuckled at the sight before standing tall, his clothes were stained and damp from the pints of blood that had saturated much of his body, he didn't care, he was born on he battlefield, bathed in blood, it felt natural to be coated in the life fluid of his enemies.

Licking his now red-stained skin, he set his burning yellow eyes on the small community ahead, he could already smell the civilians, no older than children, sleeping tight, protected from the fears of the outside world.

"Oh how wrong they are…" he grinned, wiping stray hair out of his eyes, also stained in blood.

It would be a joy to kill each and everyone of them, but he had to be cautious - this was no ordinary Purification.

There were a few…a select few who could prove to be a challenge, some even having the potential to be considered deadly adversaries, but he wasn't worried.

After all, he was of the Gray, a chosen child of the Wolf-Mother, he was one of the elite, considered an immortal by the Younglings. Despite the assignments basic appearance, he knew that eternal glory awaited if he brought back the heads of the targeted prey.

The Slayer…the one who had killed two followers of the Wolf-Mother and of the Blood Maiden, arrogant rogues, slaughtered by silver and by wood…he would have to be careful when he engaged in combat with such a warrior.

The Rage…he was of new blood, recently been brought into the Wolf-Mother's arms through the Solar Eclipse,  a time of great bloodshed and sacrifice, though he could never amount to a warrior such as himself, rumours had spread that his anger and violence when under the spell of the Full Moon was unmatched…could be interesting.

And of course, there was…The Blight

Born into this world through the womb of flesh and mortality, a sack of meat who was weaker than a new Youngling, brought into the Wolf-Mother's arms by being sired by The Rage, then willing tainting his blood by throwing himself into the embrace of a recently vampire. The fusion of noble and ugly blood had created a hybrid, something the world had never seen before.

"I will slay him…and sacrifice his soul to she who reside in the moon…where the wings of the bat, and the claw of the wolf, shall be striped from him until all that remains is a bleeding and pathetic shell of a human, and there…I shall show him why I am known as The Sorrow…" he grinned, eye flaring.

"Hell is coming…and with it, the hymn of bloody reckoning"

With a powerful pounce from his legs, he fell to the earth below, where his hunt would begin…