Moonlight

The full moon shone and it was a few minutes before midnight. The smell of flesh filled the dense air of Jianfeng Mountain. Paws scurried across the dirt, kicking the dirt off the moist, forest floor. They hastened their speed, aroused at the strong scent of blood.
“Flesh! It’s the scent of flesh!” one called out. He howled in excitement amongst the rock. The rest of the pack dashed across the forest. Nearby was a slim, yet muscular figure- Yi Xing, a young werewolf in the pack. Yi Xing was flawless; fair skin, doe eyes, puckered pink lips and mahogany hair. He had soft, child-like features.
Yi Xing slowly morphed into the shape of a wolf. His sapphire eyes and snowy fur gleamed under the silvery beams of the moon. He began to trail after the pack. He quickened his pace as the boisterous sound of skin ripping crescendoed.
Once he arrived, there was the sight of wolves tackling each other; the husky growls that were uttered out; the saliva that was bubbling in the corners of their mouths and the red flecks in their eyes. In the middle was the carcass: stinking and gutted, lying on the dirt. The torso was already slit from the Adam’s apple down to the inner thighs; it looked like a sacrificial slaughter.
"Mine!" one growled. He rapaciously tugged on the ripped intestine. However, the latter was not fazed- He just stood in a stance, nibbling on the ileum. This was his chance. With poise and grace, Yi Xing audaciously traversed towards the littered carcass and thrashed the arm around, ripping it off the ligaments, tearing it like a piece of paper. He made his escape and dived into the dense forest.
Nearby was a cloaked figure intently gazing at the bloody scene, her black, hooded cloak that touched the blades of grass flapped with the direction of the wind. She, too, was flawless. Just like Yi Xing, she had porcelain skin. Other flawless features she possessed were cold, grey eyes like glass; bee-stung, cherry lips; jet black hair and soft features- She looked like a goddess.
The sight of the slaughtered human made her tighten her grip around the metal pole. The black rod was around two metres tall. On top of that was a large, curved blade that reflected the silvery beams that reached down to hit the surface. Her large, inky wings trailed behind her as she maneuvered towards the scattered, fleshless skeleton. The familiar stench of blood filled her lungs as she slowly traced the cracks of the bones with the tip of her scythe. Her smoky eyes suddenly turned into garnets, furious at the werewolves. The sight of the littered carcass made her jaw tighten.
She was supposed to save the human, so she could bring him to Hell before anything could interfere with the process. Now the deceased human is not able to safely pass through Hell. What will she do once he find out?

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