Dark

When the sun sets, and the dusk rolls by, the celestial moon calls.

With snapping bones, and muscles stretched to their capacity, the beast emerges. Razored teeth, white glowing eyes, it lifted its powerful head to the darkened sky and howled a great song to the mistress above.

It carried through the thick air, chilling the bones of those around. The sound was a warning of what was to come. 

For blood must be shed.