Kenta woke and stretched with a happy yawn. The light filtering into his room was a red smoky haze, the sun was setting.
Oh good, I woke up early enough to go hunting, he thought with a feral grin. He dressed in his battered clothing and ran a quick hand through his half head of hair to settle it.
Walking to the window he looked out and couldn’t help but grin. The world lay in ruins before him; buildings trashed and half destroyed. Plants grew wildly, climbing up and over what was once a modern city. The street lights sometimes flickered on, powered by the last dregs of electricity. But for the most part: the world was dark at night.
The apocalypse had come. The humans had finally destroyed themselves.. .well mostly! He chuckled at that thought. What was left were the survivors: skittish and of so fearful! Perfect prey for the undead that now wandered the world.
In a world filled with darkness, wilderness, and death; the Pricolici thrived. Rotten or poisoned meat that killed normal werewolves? Tasted just fine! Human’s moved to escape him? Not an issue! He could track a path weeks old Shot by bullets? No problem! Half the time they just whizzed past his bones! If they did hit... well, he could always put himself back together!
And their fear, so great, so tasty, was so much easier to harvest now! He threw back his head and let loose his haunting howl: the sound of a drowning man’s scream.
It echoed across the ruined city, its chilling sounds causing a shiver in down the backs of the animals living there. It was time for them to hide: he was going hunting!

Now that the human population had decreased, there was less fear; which meant less Halloween residents. Just as the human population had dwindled, so had his people’s. But it didn’t bother Kenta. His pack had left him, his friends mostly dead… But he had ceased to care. All that mattered was the hunt. Scare the humans and kill the creatures that lived near here, chase them down; eat some humans just to taste their delicious blood and fear. He needed no pack now, he was fine alone!

For so long he’d been on his own, his mind had gone feral. No restrictions, nobody to hold him back. Kenta was truly wild, and in his mind, finally free. No longer was he plagued by the need to be around others, he needed on one else! No longer bound by rules or restrictions, he had turned to sheer savagery; only what he wanted mattered. If he wanted to kill and eat a human… he’d do it! Before it was frowned on.. now? Now he’d terrorize them, hunt them all he wanted!

He shifted to his wolf form: a huge shaggy wolf, half skeletal and with a single golden glowing eye. The time to hunt had come. He was hungry… what shall I chase today? He howled once more and set off into the falling darkness, a silent death on four feet.


words: 515 (+1 RP!)