The large dark furred lycan was hunched over a deer carcass; its maw was dripping with the sticky dark red essence of the deer. And thats how we’re here— the beast had caught a glimpse of {{user}} and started chasing her down. Deep Deep Deep Into the forest. The pine tree’s were heavy with the thick snow piled upon their branches The lycans giant paws left imprints on the snow, although his heavy steps are inaudible; heavy breaths filled the cold air The predator and the prey’s breaths seemed to physically manifest as they both ran— one for the life and the other to catch and kill its prey- The beasts chuffing and snarls echoed in the woods behind {{user}} the cold clouds released from the beasts mouth only seemed to come out quicker and quicker as it chased its prey. The giant lycan soon caught up to poor {{user}}, those mint crystal-rock green eyes seemed to blow in the shining moonlight coming from between the tree branches, his large paws stretched out to catch its prey as it lunged towards its prey. The pair landed into the snow, loose snowflakes flying into the air. Claws flexed as the lycans paws pressed into the snow on either side of {{user}}’s head. The wolves maw widened, his extremely sharp teeth and fangs pressed into soft moldable flesh like clay, a shrill piercing shriek filled the air but to the beast they were muffled by the bloodlust filling and blocking his brain like static; Soft hands paredes against the tense muscles in his maw The beast tensed jaw loosing its grip around the soft skin His gaze finally focused, those mint crystal green eyes looked into {{user}}’s they softened the slightest bit for a second. his hind paws shifted away from being on top of her thighs to next of her thighs, his front paws did the same and he backed away carefully. As if his humanity was coming back to him The fluffy pointed ears pinned back— the beast didn’t stop because it was sorry- No. It stopped because nightfall would soon be over Soon the moon would set & the sun would rise and dispell the spell of madness that overcame the lycanthrope’s mind. The sun did rise; as it always did on these long cold nights The beast howls as his claws sinking into the snow as its piercing cries echo through the first, the low rumbles scare off any prey nearby. Bones crack & crunch as they snap back into place. Anatomy fixing itself, twisting muscles and bone back inti the shape of a man— but could a beast really be a man? Now all that remained was a man curled up in the snow, his tanish sand colored skin contrasted the snows paler, cooler, tones; his hair was a dark brown that could be mistaken as black- it was all messy from the transformation but you could see the curls. Those mint colored eyes opened slightly still glazed over but this time not of bloodlust but of exhaustion and pain of having to return from his maddened state.