*

Leaving a pile of cut up body parts that were once vicious hunters of the night behind them, the party soon arrived at a part of the dungeon which split into a forked road, which seemed to leave them feeling rather perplexed.

Well, considering that they were in a drunken stupor (save for Wisp, who seemed a lot more sober than usual, much to his terror), this shouldn’t come as a surprise.

“There seems to be more of them down there.” Lance mused, sniffing the air. He (?) gave Wisp a tiny shove. “Go and scout ahead.”

“And you can somehow smell them from a distance?” Wisp felt utterly out of his depth. Rather than the usual hunting style where someone would pull a large mob of monsters to a prepared location, the party simply dashed from mob to mob and ran the monsters over where they stood. It was inefficient, but there were far fewer monsters to deal with per wave and they were hence dispatched with greater haste. The result was that it wasn’t really a hunt, it was a lynching.

Lance didn’t quite answer that question and shrugged. “Just a hunch.”

Wisp simply shrugged after thinking this through and gestured forward. “Well, it’s your nose. Just lead on.” He didn’t want to bother with their antics for the moment.

“But don’t you have a keen sense of smell comparable to that of a sommeli -“ A karpoi that poked his head out of his pocket began to speak.

“Shut up.” And the discussion came to an abrupt close. It soon transpired that Lance was right, and a group of werewolves were just ahead. A shiver seemed to run down the werewolves’ back as they heard the rumbling from the distance. A cloud of dust gathered in size as it drew nearer and nearer…

*Vrrrr-?!*

Before the werewolves could express their concern they were soon run over by said cloud of dust, leaving a pile of loot where they once stood. And a man walked leisurely by a few moments later, carefully picking up and sorting the drops.

**

Sharon found her way to the centre of the dungeon, where she knew the white one had been rumoured to be dwelling at. Oddly the dungeon seemed to be a lot emptier than normal, and she didn’t get into as much trouble as she had anticipated. The few werewolves she came across were dispatched with due haste with a well placed swing of her hammer, but if she had taken her time to carefully observe them first, she would have noticed that they seemed afraid of something.

Well, the werewolves that lived had more reasons these days to be scared. And I was not only referring to our drunken trio that was just meandering through and fro the dungeon…

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She heard snarling as she approached the boss chamber. The beast must clearly be inside. She surreptitiously made her way inside, careful not to make a sound. It was quite the feat considering that she was dressed in a suit of armor with a whacking great hammer equipped. Fortunately, the beast seemed awfully occupied with something from the looks of it. Well, so much the better.

Sharon found a conveniently situated stalagmite and crouched behind it, out of sight. The beast was far stronger than what she had come across. She suspected that it was a stronger variety of werewolf. It was smart, too, and would quickly escape if it felt that it was disadvantaged in any way. She had returned in frustration many times, the beast having eluded capture or death.

She raised her helmet, and made all final preparations. She tensed, feeling more ready than she would ever have before. This time for sure.

She leapt out from behind the stalagmite with a war cry, and was greeted with a surprising sight. As expected, the beast was there. But it seems that it had a guest.

A white tiger stood there, its powerful jaws around the stricken lycanthrope’s throat. As she watched in horror, it bit down, crushing its windpipe and snapping its neck. Its stripes were unusually a bloody red against the coat of white.

***

Spoiler :

Disclaimer: This is not an abused keyboard you see over the because this mini-laptop was so damn slow and I want to make a point being not dead and bashing at it with the vigorous strength of a young man nearing the prime of his life.

Second disclaimer: All the werewolves have been sent for counselling. Thank you for your concern.

Third disclaimer: My PR doesn’t know about this. Hoping to work with him soon in about 3 weeks!!

Fourth disclaimer: This peek is not the final version. In fact, this is a very rough sketch for me to work from and the next chapter will not be released until my exams are finished and I come back from my vacation on 18th December, where I hope to have a good store of chapters ready by then (need to gain momentum 1st). Please look forward to it!