The massive feral beast, covered in thick black fur, had taken his sadistic time with this innocent couple. Shreds of torn flesh decorated with various spattered designs of bright red blood littered this messy area by the babbling stream. Yet even the gentle whisperings of this little running body of water could not mask the grotesque nature of this massacre or the evil moderator who presided over it.

The werewolf's muscular body was menacingly enormous against the backdrop of the open sky and its richly hued moon. The creature snapped into a severed femur as effortlessly as a famished man would bite into his warm sandwich. The bone readily shattered in his powerful clawed hands as his red tongue greedily lapped at the juicy yellow marrow which was packed inside of the long, ivory colored shaft.

A low growl escaped the great maws of the beast as its glimmering eyes surveyed this field of slaughter. The mounds of eviscerated flesh were once the living forms of these two young lovers, Altic and Terra Hollins. Vivacious they were, and full of energetic dynamism....also full of sugary sweet blood and fresh, tender meat as well. Gregory had not rushed this one. No, he wanted to be sure that he extracted the vital pieces of information from their frayed lips before they truly screamed bloody murder into the stoic tree line of this unforgiving night.

The victims confessed that they lived on the western edge of the city, a part he had become very familiar with over the past five days. That, and they indeed had small children. Children. These fools had three lively children who ranged between the ages of two and seven. Oh, the precious, little tots at home; being supervised by Altic's younger female cousin, Ms. Kaya Hollins.

Kaya, that name reminded Gregory of another bitch whom he never had a chance to definitively "settle things" with. A tenacious, stubborn female warrior by the name of Kacilla. "Kacey" is what her pitiful little friends called her. Kacey...the solider.

As the midnight-black monster tore some rather sodden flesh and ripe ligaments from the distal portion of the bone, its primal thoughts stridently reminded him that Miss Lynne was a real reason why he had decided to venture into the heart of this land of Rhydin. Her, and the fact that there was a pulsating, malevolent evil festering here which literally beckoned the murderous Garou into its bosom. For over the course of a full lunar cycle, Lord Fairfax had seen several memorable visions of a gaunt, skeletal ram's head, drenched with blood and flame, leering forth from the shadows and whispering his name. The haunting voice called him here; led him here. Gregory wasn't even sure if he had been asleep in the darkness when he was privy to these persuasive apparitions. He did know, however, that he would find some definitive answers here. Answers AND Kacilla Lynne. What more could a bloodthirsty, lycanthropic sociopath ask for?

As he stripped the last chunk of skin from the bone, the huge werewolf arced his broad back and loudly howled at the moon. It was both dominant and penetrating. This was, in fact, a menacing warning to the other beasts lurking within the wooded night. An eerie warning for them to recognize that he was now here amongst all of them, an unyielding predator who was beyond doubt a malignant force to be reckoned with.

After his long and fearsome bay, the ebon haired monster tore off into the dead of night, vanishing into the denser woods. He knew in his chaotic mind where he was going next, and he moved with startling speed towards his destination. Gregory did not want to keep the dear, little children waiting for their inevitable destinies which were poised upon long, razor sharp teeth and solid, threatening claws. No, it was not nice to make the "tiny people" wait. Furthermore, the homicidal Gregory Fairfax did not wish to postpone the godlike experience of tasting the delightful Kaya Hollins's succulent juices and drinking in her orgasmic screams of human terror.

As the delicate stream continued to softly babble at the dour site of this recent massacre, The Big Bad Wolf was off to hunt down more playful, little piggies.