“Everybody shout! C’mon now sing out! It’s time for the
Goolies’ get-together…”
The thing that was once Matthias Trueblade shook the song
from it’s misshapen head. It was on the hunt and had no time for childish
rhymes from the time before it became a ghoul. Before it had taken up the sword… before it
had come to the frozen city… before it became trapped, close to starvation…
before it had stumbled across half-dead remains and found the taste pleasing…
A guttural bark from one of it’s fellows brought the thing that
was once Matthias Trueblade out of it’s reverie. It caught the scent of
manflesh in it’s nostrils and gibbered in confirmation to the pack leader.
Silently they clambered over the ruins above the
unsuspecting warband, bloodstained claws gripping ancient stones and filthy
rags fluttering in the icy breeze. Below them the Humans talked and laughed,
their language nothing more than muffled sounds to the ring of grey sinew slowly encircling
them.
The pack leader howled and the thing that was once Matthias
Trueblade leapt screaming from it’s hiding place, talons out and fangs bared...
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