“Pyrewolves… Pyrewolves… Pyrewolves…” my mind repeated the word over and over and over. I awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, my heart racing. I looked around me. No Pyrewolves, just forest. The night was dark, dimly lit with the glow of a full moon. The forest was tranquil, the only sound heard for miles around was the serene sound of wind blowing through the orange leaves of autumn.
I soon calmed down, feeling there was nothing to worry about.… but my mind continued to torture me. The sound of the eerie dark Pyrewolf howl still rang in my ears. The sight of the tussled rough creatures made me shudder. I still remembered its chin dipped in red blood from its latest victim. The Pyrewolf’s fangs showed, sharp, long teeth, sticking out at either side of the red-covered muzzle.
They’re nicknamed ‘Pyrewolves’, short for Vampire Wolves. There was no sign of tough wear on the pearl-white daggers, for the beasts had no use of meat, since their diet consisted only of fresh blood. Used perhaps in fierce but rare battle, the main use of the sharp teeth was for the extraction the warm blood of an animal. Not much was known of these wolf-like creatures, except what was seen. No one’s even sure if there’s more than one of these Pyrewolves.
Just like a Vampire, a Pyrewolf is stronger, faster, and more agile than a normal wolf. They were not invincible, but quite tougher. Their fur is usually a dark color, perfect camouflage for the dark forest night. The nose of a Pyrewolf was built for finding the smallest trace of blood or tracking down a victim. Their eyes glow a dark ominous red at night. The only fault in their seemingly perfect anatomy, is their eyesight. During the night, their eyesight is almost perfect. But during the day, the sunlight weakens their eyes.
Though they are nearly the same size of a normal wolf, they are twice in everything, except wits. It is easy to outsmart a Pyrewolf. It’s not easy to outrun one. Only the wisest wolves in the forest have escaped the claws of the Vampire Wolves Those have been the ones who have most provided information of them to fellow wolves.
It hadn’t always been this way, though. Shasta Valley used to be free of the fierce beasts. They were presumed to have come from distant lands, perhaps in search of prey. It had been this way for a few years now, and the wolves feared they were here to stay. The animals of the forest lived under the eye of the Pyrewolf, they never felt safe or completely happy. They always knew the Pyrewolves would be looking for their next kill. It was uncommon to witness a kill, since it was done during midnight, in the most desolate and remote parts of the forest.
People don't seem to respect the fact that some roleplays are semi-lit. It's happening in my roleplay, but I'm just afraid to hurt their feelings if I kick them out! *sigh
