Night of the Werehawk
The big full moon was bright in the sky. Outside the city where the park rolled up into a hill, there was moaning. There was grunting. There were sounds of agony that echoed along among the trees. It was Wilheim. The young redhead man flailed up the...
Night of the Werehawk [WS/Scat]
The big full moon was bright in the sky. Outside the city where the park rolled up into a hill, there was moaning. There was grunting. There were sounds of agony that echoed along among the trees. It was Wilheim. The young redhead man flailed up the...