Post by Luna on Dec 3, 2011 11:46:35 GMT -5
Winton is a small town, bordering a large woods behind its local high school. But that's not the place's biggest appeal; a number of the inhabitants are cursed, or blessed, depending on your opinion; by day they are normal students or workers, and by night they can shift their shape (though the strongest among them can shift at will). The most powerful shifters are the werewolves, but this comes at two vicious prices; they risk losing their human form if they reveal their dark secret to anyone or embrace the Wolf for too long, and the packs of werewolves often fight with each other, vying for the territory of the town and forest. This is how, to the residents of Winton, it's always been, but nothing can last forever.
The residents of Wintown live just on the verges of a brutal war, and now it's slowly creeping in on them. Food has become scarce, and the people live in fear of an enemy attack--or worse. Some shifters have lost their humanity, and now prey on other shifters or people, just to sate their ravenous appetites. But an even worse threat looms ever closer; there's been word of a shifter in the form of a black panther, whose bite carries a plague that kills within days.
The residents of Wintown live just on the verges of a brutal war, and now it's slowly creeping in on them. Food has become scarce, and the people live in fear of an enemy attack--or worse. Some shifters have lost their humanity, and now prey on other shifters or people, just to sate their ravenous appetites. But an even worse threat looms ever closer; there's been word of a shifter in the form of a black panther, whose bite carries a plague that kills within days.
"The werewolf looked up at the stars as he did, relishing the night because for him, it was as the day was for most humans. A breeze ruffled his fur and the wolf caught a strange smell; an animal he'd never smelled before. A panther. The wolf didn't even have time to look back as the foreign shifter leapt from nowhere, a black shadow in motion, and locked its infected teeth on his throat. In less then a week, the wolf was dead."
