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Taking several deep breaths, you are able to fight your panic down to a manageable level. Running away screaming, while extremely tempting, isn't going to help the situation at all.
As you crouch down beside the woman's body, the scent of blood hits you even more violently. You start to reach out in an attempt to brush some blood away from the woman's face. However, you then stop.
Your hands are covered with the woman's blood.
Flinching, you wipe them clean on the grass. It's not the fact that blood disgusts you, it's the fact that it *doesn't*. Blood gives you a strange, almost light-headed feeling. It makes you want to hunt, even when you're human.
You reach out once more to brush some of the matted hair out of the dead woman's face.
Unseeing eyes stare up at you, one green and one blue.
You stumble to your feet, cursing violently. How had your girlfriend been with you while you were a werewolf?! Try as you might, you can't remember much of what happened last night - everything's a blur.
You stop cursing to throw your head back and let out an animal howl of pure rage. As the last echoes fade away, your ears catch the faint sound of another howl just ending. Dogs, probably.
Hunting dogs? Has Miriam already been discovered missing?
You have two choices now. You can either turn yourself in to the police, and hope that they go easy on you, or flee from this forest, away from civilisation, so that you can't hurt anyone else.
What's it to be?
As you crouch down beside the woman's body, the scent of blood hits you even more violently. You start to reach out in an attempt to brush some blood away from the woman's face. However, you then stop.
Your hands are covered with the woman's blood.
Flinching, you wipe them clean on the grass. It's not the fact that blood disgusts you, it's the fact that it *doesn't*. Blood gives you a strange, almost light-headed feeling. It makes you want to hunt, even when you're human.
You reach out once more to brush some of the matted hair out of the dead woman's face.
Unseeing eyes stare up at you, one green and one blue.
You stumble to your feet, cursing violently. How had your girlfriend been with you while you were a werewolf?! Try as you might, you can't remember much of what happened last night - everything's a blur.
You stop cursing to throw your head back and let out an animal howl of pure rage. As the last echoes fade away, your ears catch the faint sound of another howl just ending. Dogs, probably.
Hunting dogs? Has Miriam already been discovered missing?
You have two choices now. You can either turn yourself in to the police, and hope that they go easy on you, or flee from this forest, away from civilisation, so that you can't hurt anyone else.
What's it to be?