Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-29711200-20170206103720/@comment-30131225-20170224043228

Addfire wrote: He muttered under his breath. He wasn't afraid of a ghost of any kind, whether it walked the earth or not. He carried his stake openly, in front of his shirt to show the world what he was, over his shirt: an elegant facade for a man who lived to end the unliving.

He spotted his target. The previous night he had recognised this man- no, this monster's unique quirk of speech, how it enunciated each word like it was used to being heard.

Well no one would hear from it quite longer.

He hitched a ride from a man in a stagecoach, transporting him to what he thought was his destination.

He opened the door of a small cottage with a thatched roof, silently closing it behind him. He readied the stake with a breath.

The creature's eyes were closed. It was in it's bed- unusual for a vampire, but some habits died hard. Before plunging the stake through the chest, he checked the teeth: canines elongated to deadly proportions.

He raised the stake above the monster...

And a clawed, furred hand crushed his throat.

The werewolf rose from his bed, the stake falling harmlessly against his chest.

"It seems I don't need to go hunting tonight," he rumbled. "And I do love breakfast in bed."

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