It approaches its body a mass of black flames and eyes a blazing white. I can't help but grit my teeth to this foul odor. This is not Baskervilles. A far darker presence hangs before my shadow. A croak erupts and emerging from the beast's back a wolfish tail soon follows. Its step places it before the light and a peculiar design unveils itself.

                'Ha! So you're the prey. Wouldn't have thought the darkness itself would be the inspiration to the cocking of my gun. So be it.'

 A swing of my arm homes me before the night and a quick jab at the trigger breaks through its abdomen. Black sludge pools from where a heart should be. Lest my gun be deterred the beast finds its gait once more and attacks as if nothing hit it. Left shaken I stare death in the face. Copper colored light floods the room. I drop to my knees.