Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you

[toilandendure]

01
"You gonna eat that?"

Guy looks (and smells) homeless. Ratty hoodie over similarly ratty jeans; but he's big, brawny, face dirt and grease-smeared as if he's been rooting around in the Underground tunnels. But despite his altogether imposing physique and absolute inability to ken the social laws which govern personal space, he projects an air of almost polite harmlessness. Like an over-friendly dog who can't help but shove his big nose into someone else's business.

And he's staring hard at whatever nosh you happen to be mid-bite of.


02 / Full Moon
So he didn't get to see his witch in time for a dose to calm the beast, or duck onto a train headed outward of London. And now he's paying the price, and making others pay it too, hunting hard in the derelict shipping quarter he uses for his home in the unclaimed lands northeast of the river bend. You might come across the snarling, savage thing muzzle-deep in someone's loose dog, white teeth crunching through meat and bone.

Or worse: he could be hunting you.

[ Hop in with whatever you like, will certainly be adding more, and can do so on request! ]

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[detectiveofthewest]

Heiji had never actually been nose-to-nose with a transformed werewolf; rather, he knew of them mostly from secondhand descriptions. There were few, if any, wolves where he'd grown up. Certainly no real ones, not since the start of the twentieth century at least. It was instinct that made his fur stand on end in the night air.

He could run, but the werewolf would then likely target someone else. So he circled around, not wanting to be downwind when the confrontation happened. He stopped by a parked Volkswagon Beetle -- just big enough to keep himself out of sight.