The moon was in its waxing gibbous phase, almost seven and a half days away from a full moon-- that's when you go out and sprint after your human victims for their delightful vital fluids.

Leaves crunch under your feet as you trek through the tree plantation and the bushes full of flowers. You wanted to take a little midnight stroll to clear your mind as just the other day you saw one of your vampire friends get pierced through the heart with a sharp, wooden stake. You were quite traumatized, but never showed it. You never really showed much emotion.

Tonight you wear an enforcer uniform, which is made up of a short-sleeved, navy blue dress with a white panel in the center of the bodice and gold detailing, ending in a loose white ruffle just above the knee, on top of which you wear a belt with a gold decorative buckle, navy blue shoulder epaulets with gold details, and a white ruffled collar, held in place thin black band and gold buckle. In addition, you wear dark brown knee-high boots, white socks, and fingerless arm coverings in the same colors. As part of the uniform, you also have a tall, brimless hat with blue and white stitching.

You weren't an enforcer, you used to be. Before you turned. The uniform was quite complicated, but it was your signature outfit.

As you plod through the woods, you stumble across a werewolf. She was distracted by blowing punches at a punching bag tied to a tree. Said werewold has a curly mullet in a bright redish-pink color. They also had a quite hairy happytrail and fluffy tail in the same color.

She had boxing tape from her waist, all the way up to cover her chest. Boxing tape was also tightly sealed around her forearms and hands as she delivers blows to the punching bag.

Nothing more but ripped, black skinny jeans were wore on her legs. Although, the rips don't look like they were bought like that. One knee pad, and a black belt strap gartier around the same leg, on her thigh.

Her sharp fangs protruded from her mouth, grunts aswell as she punched, and punched.