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TO LEARN MORE ABOUT SQUIRREL PROFESSIONAL VISIT SQUIRRELSYSTEMS.COM SO YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A POINT OF SALE SYSTEM?
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Pronounciation 75%
(leave this blank) Word British-English American-English Water /ɔwɔɔtɔ/ /ɔwätɔr/ Amorphous /ɔɔmɔɔfɔs/ /ɔɔmôrfɔs/ Aluminium/Aluminum /al(j)ɔɔmɔnɔɔm/ /ɔɔmôrfɔs/ Squirrel /ɔskwɔr(ɔ)l/ /ɔskwɔr(ɔ)l/ Plastic /ɔplastɔk/ /ɔplāstik/ Air /ɔɔ/ /eɔr/ Mirror /ɔmɔrɔ/ /ɔmirɔr/ - How to pronounce the letter 'r' correctly:
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Planners Gathering (September) 73%
Squirrel Rd. ... Squirrel Rd.
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Curr-12634DecemberProof3 65%
1999 squirrel-be-gone™ iii Bird feeder Sturdy metal perches slip down and block feeding ports under the weight of squirrels.
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Monster Raving Loony Party 61%
• Grey squirrels would be painted red to increase the red squirrel population.
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24 Overlook Map 59%
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01 Meridian 59%
Revenant: The Dying Realm By Dillon Murphy Book 1: Awakening Chapter 1: Meridian I The twin moons of Eras shined full and bright against the midnight blue of the fading world’s night sky. They hung in perfect symmetry above a canopy of thick evergreens, towering oaks, and ancient ash trees. No cloud in the sky dared to obscure or impede on the moons’ territory in the heavens. According to the local folklore, the two celestial bodies reaching the climax of their cycle was a sign of good luck for travelers. Broad scars supernovas and quick flares of soaring meteors littered the night sky but none could match the light of those moons. Between the twin moons burned the brightest star in the sky, marking the heavens with an intensity that rivaled their own light. At the height of the lunar cycle, when both moons were mirrored each other as full, silver spheres with the light of the star in between, this trinity was able to compete with the light of the dying sun, turning the night into an extended twilight. Because of this, those few travelers daring enough to venture out at night would at least be able to see danger coming before it took them head on. Not exactly an inspiring superstition, but for those unfortunate enough to call the dying realm of Eras their home, hope was often just out of reach. The lingering snow of a winter which refused to die reflected the light of the night sky and illuminated much of the forest, though those shadows which remained were an impenetrable black from which no light could escape. The forest was far to the northern reaches of Eras, and the slightest change in temperature was often enough to set off a meteorological chain reaction which invariably led to flurries and blizzards. As such, this area was known as the Northern Wastes and was far from a tourist attraction. The air was charged with an energy like static looking to be released. It sometimes surged in the air with the occasional spark, but otherwise hung in the air with an almost undetectable hum of excitement. The energy exerted a corruptive effect on the plants and wildlife of the Wilds of Eras which had been nothing short of destructive in the time since its introduction into the world. In a hollowed out pocket of an ancient oak, a single squirrel stirred as the first rays of the dawn began to climb over the horizon. The squirrel was cold, unable to retain sufficient heat because of the patches of irritated, hairless skin exposed to the cold weather. It was plagued by an extra set of withered, vestigial limbs dangling uselessly from its chest and an oversized, lidless eyeball protruding from its cheek like a pimple. Sleep was hard to accomplish in these conditions, but it managed to curled into itself tightly and descended once more into whatever world squirrels dream of. It would be another hour or so before the sun's rays would be visible through the snowladen branches of the forest but already the smell of a crisp spring morning was in the air. A flock of wild jaybirds, having recently concluded their migratory return to their northern homes, stretched their wings and hopped from branch to branch. A few sung songs in defiance of the darkness, though most chose to remain silent. The moonlight glinted off their razor sharp talons and curved beaks. The jaybirds lucky enough to have been born with one head were able to hold a steady rhythm when singing their songs, but the rest were unable to keep the duet of their malformed heads on cue; this fact should be forgivable once it is noted that each of the twoheaded birds would still only have one set of lungs. With glowing red eyes, the jaybirds sung songs closer to snarls and hisses than chirps and tweets. What was left of the winter's snow on the forest floor was now coated with a crisp layer of fresh ice. Blades of lush, green grass fought up from beneath the snow where it wasn’t too high, though each of these blades had been coated in its own layer of frozen dew which crunched underfoot. Together, these sounds of the forest played a persistent melody as the traveler made his way towards civilization. He had been walking for days, stopping for little more than to eat hunted game and sleep a few hours at a time. Unlike the jaybirds, he was heading south. He was traveling from the arctic wasteland of the Northern Sea, an area far removed from the prying eyes of any settlements. The man did not look the part of a being who should be traveling through the Wilds of Eras at night. He was tall, and his long limbs carried him through the forest with the ease of someone used to long journeys. Though his shoulders were broad, as a whole he was deceptively thin. Defined muscles outlined themselves against his shirt, outlines against the fabric which gave the hint that maybe he was stronger than he looked. He hair was jet black and shaggy, hanging above his eyes and shifting with every turn of his head. His hands were tucked into his pockets and his eyes were directed to the ground as he walked. He deftly maneuvered outcroppings of stones and roots in the snow. Had he been paying closer attention, he would have noticed the forest thinning out as he trudged through the snow. Trees were growing more sparse as he drew closer to the civilized world. With his heightened senses, he should have picked up on the crisp, telltale smell of a cool spring morning. His hearing was sharp enough to allow him to have heard the disfigured squirrel shifting in its oak home, though even the jaybirds' snarling tunes went unnoticed. A man in his position cannot afford to be careless, to lose touch with his surroundings. Such carelessness in Eras is a surefire way to find oneself in danger; doing so at night was simply asking for death. His seeming lack of awareness was misleading, however, and this act was much to his benefit. Out of all the signs he overlooked, Rev was honed in on one fragment of his surroundings which more than revealed morning's fast approach: His pursuers were growing anxious. They must have picked up his scent miles back, and Rev was disturbed by how long it took him to realize he was being tracked. Since sunset 3 days ago, Rev had been cutting through these woods. He noticed them before nightfall this night, so he had to skip sleep or risk becoming all too obvious of a target. Wolves, most likely, probably around eight, judging from the sounds of their movement. Smart, too, to have stayed under his radar for as long as they did. But he had smelled them long before he heard them, as they were plagued with the unerring smell of death. Rotting tissue, probably their last meal stuck between their teeth. But the approaching light meant the nocturnal hunters would be disadvantaged. Tired, too hungry to perform at their peak, and already Rev could tell they were growing impatient. The wolves probably realized just how close he was to the end of the wooded path, how close they were to losing him to the safety of the nearby town. They had silently stalked him for miles, but were now growling orders to each other, the occasional bark of insubordination to the Alpha, a howl of anticipation, the smacking of hungry lips. The Jaybird melody may as well have been nonexistent, though Rev heard every sound his predators made with clarity. He even caught the yellow light of a pair of eyes more than once as they glared at him from a safe distance, obscured by the cover of bushes and fallen trees. The wolves themselves probably didn't think twice about their rising mistakes; to a normal man, the pack would have been nearsilent, no more than wisps of wind through the brush. But they had surveyed their prey well enough to determine he was no ordinary man and so they had bided their time accordingly. Now, however, their time was running out. Rev had every intention of using their eagerness to his advantage. Eight to one wasn't a fair fight, so he would have to even the odds. He kept his pace steady, listening to the pack of wolves match it perfectly from every direction. He had been surrounded for some time, but acting too soon would have been a death sentence. The wolves had been waiting for him to make a mistake, but now their hunger was fueling their impatience. Rev reached a break in the trees, a circular area a few yards wide which would force any of the beasts who attacked him to do so without cover; in the light of the twin moons he would see them coming. Now was was time, he knew, and his heart rate quickened with anticipation. With each beat a pulse of energy flew through his entire body, preparing him for the approaching fight. The adventurer’s hand drifted to his belt where his newfound dagger hung, waiting for a chance to be used again. It was an ancient thing, blade about a foot long, curved like a hawk's talon and steel darker than an overcast night, reflecting light in a way that looked out of place in this world. He rested his hand casually on the wrapped leather handle, rubbed the sharp, black crystal on the base. At his touch the crystal seemed to light itself with an inner glow, drawing his eye to it as a black hole draws light within. “Not now,” a voice not his own echoed in his mind. “W e cannot risk damaging it .” Though he had reservations against fighting an entire pack of wolves with his bare hands, Rev decided it would be best to heed the advice. For now, at least. Rev suddenly twisted his body in a violent jerk, unleashed a pained cry, and dropped to his butt with his legs raised in the air, left ankle gripped tight. He rolled in the snow, creating such a scene that a horde of Jaybirds scattered from their perches with vicious snarls. “Oh, mercy me!” The adventurer called out into the darkness, “I do seem to have hurt my poor little foot!” This was, of course, a bluff to draw out one of the wolves. Without hesitation, a single beast bounded from the brush with a c rash , sending twigs and torn leaves cascading in its path. Rev's elation at his own selfdescribed genius plan was eclipsed by the sinking of his heart in his chest. This was not a wolf, not anymore. Though it still held its canine shape, it stood much taller than the average wolf and seemed to have been freed from the confines of its skin. The creature bounding towards Rev was nothing but tight, knotted muscles, bulging eyes and snapping jaws. The exposed muscle wept with blood, leaving a trail in its path through the snow. Bones yellow with grease jutted out from its shoulders, hips, and paws. From its paws black claws as sharp as razors tore at the air, meeting about as much resistance there as they would when they tore through Rev’s flesh. A trail of bony growths jutted from the creature’s spine, a line of spikes leading to the base of its twitching tail. Its face was nothing more than a bare skull, teeth perpetually bared in an ugly grimace, eyeballs with shining yellow irises which seemed ready to roll out of their sockets at any given moment. The wolflike abomination was aimed at Rev like a heatseeking missile, giving him little more than a breath to take in the disturbing sight of it before its jaws were poised to snap inches from his face and he could feel the heat of its breath on his neck. The full weight of the wolf hit him, and he used the weight of the impact to his advantage, rolling with the the beast while it clawed and crunched at the air. It was much faster than he had expected, thanks in no small part to its obvious mutations. Rev was able to slip his left forearm into what little space between his carotid artery and the closing maw of the beast before its jaw locked shut tight. Its fangs pierced Rev's arm with no regard towards mercy, though in their rolling the wolf had lost its balance. Rev used the arm currently being gnawed on as a post to keep the beast's head at a distance, but he couldn't keep its clawing forepaws from tearing at his chest. By now the others would be charging as well, he knew, though he couldn't hear anything over the snarls of the single wolf on top of him now. Blood flowed out from its exposed muscle onto Rev like hot rain, steam rose around them in billowing wisps. Rev couldn't help but smile when he saw his opportunity. Thick muscle banded over most of the wolf's chest, and it may as well have been steel when reinforced with the adrenaline fueling the monster's every move. But was a large infection on its rib cage, a festering blister from which a stream of pus drained from a puckering hole. A weak spot in the form of one open wound on a beast little more than a giant, walking, open wound. Rev pulled back his right arm, relinquishing more of his left to the beast’s jaws as he did so, and drove his fist into the infection with a mighty jab. He felt the damaged muscle squish and give way, quickly turning the wolf’s snarls into a single frightened yelp as the wolf released his arm in shock. The blood streaming down Rev’s arm joined the hot rain of the skinless wolf’s blood as it reared back in shocked pain. The unidentifiable goop Rev's hand now swam through made him feel like he had just punched his way into a pumpkin, though that thought was quickly interrupted. Rev picked up the sounds of pounding footsteps as another wolf sprinted to them to support its eager brother. It was nothing more than a shadow to him now but Rev knew if it was as fast as the wolf who had attacked first he was short on time. Rev kept the howling beast up as a shield between himself and the approaching wolf, while his right hand navigated the insides of his attacker. He clenched a mass of spongy muscle and pulled. In his grip, exposed to elements, he held the beast’s racing heart, pulled free from the protection of its ribcage. This move brought the monstrous creature to a hard stop. It went limp without a second thought and Rev held deadweight of its corpse up with both hands for the span of a single blink by then, the new attacker had pounced, biting and tearing at whatever flesh it could fit into its snapping jaws. The tangled mass of flailing limbs, streaming blood, and gnashing teeth created by the impact rolled across the clearing, the latest attacker tearing flesh the whole time with such intensity that sounds of ripping could be heard over its enthusiastic growls. When the attacking wolf finally stopped the roll and stood to face its captured prey, it found only the damaged remains of its skinless brother. The new wolf tasted the hot blood in its muzzle to confirm this; Rev hav rolled to safety at the last second. On his feet in an instant, Rev was able to observe his enemies in full as they emerged from the black shadows of the forest into the light of the twin moons. The predators formed an aggressive halfcircle formation, approaching quickly. Five of the wolves still held onto their skin, complete with mangy grey fur pockmarked by patches of oozing, pinkish flesh barely clinging to their bodies. The outlines of damaged ribs pressed against their hides, stomachs pulled high up from obvious starvation. A few were missing eyes, broken tails dragged behind others, one was even hobbling along on three legs. Torn flesh exposed infected muscle, segments of skulls, allowed another to drag its own internal organs in a loose, quivering pile behind it. Undead wolves, if Rev had ever seen any (though admittedly, he never had) and that would account for the rancid smell that had been following him this whole time. If he could take them out one at a time, they would be easy game. Undead are mindless, in constant need of direction, and very easy to kill if you know what you’re doing. But undead were always answering to a higher power, and Rev could sense that’s where the real problem lay for him. Whatever was commanding a pack of wolves this large would be a formidable opponent, especially unarmed. Rev backpedaled to the edge of the clearing away from the approaching wolves and sized them up one by one; not unsurprisingly, none of them could ever fit the bill of anything other than undead minion. It was just when he was beginning to feel cornered that they halted, sat on their haunches, and began to howl with a force that stirred the trees around them. An enormous shadow appeared behind the howling wolves, Rev measured it to be about seven feet tall at the shoulders. It was quadrupedal, almost resembling an oversized wolf as it stepped slowly and deliberately with the steady confidence of an apex predator. Though the shadow moved silently, its burning footsteps left prints of rising steam and charred, smoking grass in its wake. When the figure passed into the light, there was little transition from dark shadow to jet black fur. Spikes of bone erupted from its shoulders and back in ornamental displays. Banded muscle stretched its skin to its limit and flexed threateningly with every step the beast took. A thick, tangled mane hung from the base of the Alpha’s skull, down its chest and shoulders, tangled with sticks and bones and matted with mud and blood. It’s head was angular, distinctly canine with an elongated snout but sported a pair of black, pointed horns reminiscent of a trophy bucks, though much stockier, tipped with razor sharp thorns designed to mutilate prey. Pointed ears twitched eagerly as a pointed tail lashed the air like a whip at its flank. Its lips were pulled back to bare yellow teeth and black, infected gums. Rev could not pull his focus away from the burning coals resting in the beast’s skull where eyes should have been: the telltale sign of a demon in the flesh.
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Langes-Rae FW-RP-Final 59%
Skinning Humanity:
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02/09/2016 www.pdf-archive.com
01- Meridian 59%
Revenant: The Dying Realm Book 1: Awakening Chapter 1: Meridian I Above the canopy of thick evergreens, towering oaks, and ancient ash trees the twin moons of Eras shined full and bright. No cloud in the sky dared to obscure or impede on the moons’ territory in the heavens. According to the local folklore, the two celestial bodies reaching the climax of their cycle was a sign of good luck for travelers. Between the twin moons burned the brightest star in the sky, marking the heavens with an intensity that rivaled their own light. At the height of the lunar cycle, when both moons were mirrored each other as full, silver spheres with the light of the star in between, this trinity was able to compete with the light of the dying sun, turning the night into an extended twilight. Because of this, those few travelers daring enough to venture out at night would at least be able to see danger coming before it took them head on. Not exactly an inspiring superstition, but for those unfortunate enough to call the dying realm of Eras their home, hope was often just out of reach. The lingering snow of a winter which refused to die reflected the light of the night sky and illuminated much of the forest, though those shadows which remained were an impenetrable black from which no light could escape. The forest was far to the Northern reaches of Eras, and the slightest change in temperature was often enough to set off a meteorological chain reaction which invariably led to flurries and blizzards. As such, this area was known as the Northern Wastes and was far from a tourist attraction. In a hollowed out pocket of an ancient oak, a single squirrel stirred as the first rays of the dawn began to climb over the horizon. The squirrel was cold, unable to retain sufficient heat because of the patches of irritated, hairless skin exposed to the cold weather. It was plagued by an extra set of withered, vestigial limbs dangling uselessly from its chest and an oversized, lidless eyeball protruding from its cheek like a pimple. Sleep was hard to accomplish in these conditions, but it managed to curled into itself tightly and descended once more into whatever world squirrels dream of. It would be another hour or so before the sun's rays would be visible through the snowladen branches of the forest but already the smell of a crisp spring morning was in the air. A flock of wild jaybirds, having recently concluded their migratory return to their northern homes, stretched their wings and hopped from branch to branch. A few sung songs in defiance of the darkness, though most chose to remain silent. The moonlight glinted off their razor sharp talons and curved beaks. The jaybirds lucky enough to have been born with one head were able to hold a steady rhythm when singing their songs, but the rest were unable to keep the duet of their malformed heads on cue; this fact should be forgivable once it is noted that each of the twoheaded birds would still only have one set of lungs. With glowing red eyes, the jaybirds sung songs closer to snarls and hisses than chirps and tweets. What was left of the winter's snow on the forest floor was now coated with a crisp layer of fresh ice. Blades of lush, green grass fought up from beneath the snow where it wasn’t too high, though each of these blades had been coated in its own layer of frozen dew which crunched underfoot. Together, these sounds of the forest played a persistent melody as the traveler made his way towards civilization. He had been walking for days, stopping for little more than to eat hunted game and sleep a few hours at a time. Unlike the jaybirds, he was heading south. He was traveling from the arctic wasteland of the Northern Sea, an area far removed from the prying eyes of any settlements. Had he been paying closer attention, he would have noticed the forest thinning out as he trudged through the snow. Trees were growing more sparse as he drew closer to the civilized world. With his heightened senses, he should have picked up on the crisp, telltale smell of a cool spring morning. His hearing was sharp enough to allow him to have heard the disfigured squirrel shifting in its oak home, though even the Jaybirds' snarling tunes went unnoticed. A man in his position cannot afford to be careless, to lose touch with his surroundings. Such carelessness in Eras is a surefire way to find oneself in danger; doing so at night was simply asking for death. His seeming lack of awareness was misleading, however, and this act was much to his benefit. Out of all the signs he overlooked, Rev was honed in on one fragment of his surroundings which more than revealed morning's fast approach: His pursuers were growing anxious. They must have picked up his scent miles back, and Rev was disturbed by how long it took him to realize he was being tracked. Since sunset 3 days ago, Rev had been cutting through these woods. He noticed them before nightfall this night, so he had to skip sleep or risk becoming all too obvious of a target. Wolves, most likely, probably around eight, judging from the sounds of their movement. Smart, too, to have stayed under his radar for as long as they did. But he had smelled them long before he heard them, as they were plagued with the unerring smell of death. Rotting tissue, probably their last meal stuck between their teeth. But the approaching light meant the nocturnal hunters would be disadvantaged. Tired, too hungry to perform at their peak, and already Rev could tell they were growing impatient. The wolves probably realized just how close he was to the end of the wooded path, how close they were to losing him to the safety of the nearby town. They had silently stalked him for miles, but were now growling orders to each other, the occasional bark of insubordination to the Alpha, a howl of anticipation, the smacking of hungry lips. The Jaybird melody may as well have been nonexistent, though Rev heard every sound his predators made with clarity. He even caught the yellow light of a pair of eyes more than once as they glared at him from a safe distance, obscured by the cover of bushes and fallen trees. The wolves themselves probably didn't think twice about their rising mistakes; to a normal man, the pack would have been nearsilent, no more than wisps of wind through the brush. But they had surveyed their prey well enough to determine he was no ordinary man and so they had bided their time accordingly. Now, however, their time was running out. Rev had every intention of using their eagerness to his advantage. Eight to one wasn't a fair fight, so he would have to even the odds. He kept his pace steady, listening to the pack of wolves match it perfectly from every direction. He had been surrounded for some time, but acting too soon would have been a death sentence. The wolves had been waiting for him to make a mistake, but now their hunger was fueling their impatience. Rev reached a break in the trees, a circular area a few yards wide which would force any of the beasts who attacked him to do so without cover; in the light of the twin moons he would see them coming. Now was was time, he knew, and his heart rate quickened with anticipation. With each beat a pulse of energy flew through his entire body, preparing him for the approaching fight. The adventurer’s hand drifted to his belt where his newfound dagger hung, waiting for a chance to be used again. It was an ancient thing, blade about a foot long, curved like a hawk's talon and steel darker than an overcast night, reflecting light in a way that looked out of place in this world. He rested his hand casually on the wrapped leather handle, rubbed the sharp, black crystal on the base. At his touch the crystal seemed to light itself with an inner glow, drawing his eye to it as a black hole draws light within. “Not now,” a voice not his own echoed in his mind. “W e cannot risk damaging it .” Though he had reservations against fighting an entire pack of wolves with his bare hands, Rev decided it would be best to heed the advice. For now, at least. Rev suddenly twisted his body in a violent jerk, unleashed a pained cry, and dropped to his butt with his legs raised in the air, left ankle gripped tight. He rolled in the snow, creating such a scene that a horde of Jaybirds scattered from their perches with vicious snarls. “Oh, mercy me!” The adventurer called out into the darkness, “I do seem to have hurt my poor little foot!” This was, of course, a bluff to draw out one of the wolves. Without hesitation, a single beast bounded from the brush with a c rash , sending twigs and torn leaves cascading in its path. Rev's elation at his own selfdescribed genius plan was eclipsed by the sinking of his heart in his chest. This was not a wolf, not anymore. Though it still held its canine shape, it stood much taller than the average wolf and seemed to have been freed from the confines of its skin. The creature bounding towards Rev was nothing but tight, knotted muscles, bulging eyes and snapping jaws. The exposed muscle wept with blood, leaving a trail in its path through the snow. Bones yellow with grease jutted out from its shoulders, hips, and paws. From its paws black claws as sharp as razors tore at the air, meeting about as much resistance there as they would when they tore through Rev’s flesh. A trail of bony growths jutted from the creature’s spine, a line of spikes leading to the base of its twitching tail. Its face was nothing more than a bare skull, teeth perpetually bared in an ugly grimace, eyeballs with shining yellow irises which seemed ready to roll out of their sockets at any given moment. The wolflike abomination was aimed at Rev like a heatseeking missile, giving him little more than a breath to take in the disturbing sight of it before its jaws were poised to snap inches from his face and he could feel the heat of its breath on his neck. The full weight of the wolf hit him, and he used the weight of the impact to his advantage, rolling with the the beast while it clawed and crunched at the air. It was much faster than he had expected, thanks in no small part to its obvious mutations. Rev was able to slip his left forearm into what little space between his carotid artery and the closing maw of the beast before its jaw locked shut tight. Its fangs pierced Rev's arm with no regard towards mercy, though in their rolling the wolf had lost its balance. Rev used the arm currently being gnawed on as a post to keep the beast's head at a distance, but he couldn't keep its clawing forepaws from tearing at his chest. By now the others would be charging as well, he knew, though he couldn't hear anything over the snarls of the single wolf on top of him now. Blood flowed out from its exposed muscle onto Rev like hot rain, steam rose around them in billowing wisps. Rev couldn't help but smile when he saw his opportunity. Thick muscle banded over most of the wolf's chest, and it may as well have been steel when reinforced with the adrenaline fueling the monster's every move. But was a large infection on its rib cage, a festering blister from which a stream of pus drained from a puckering hole. A weak spot in the form of one open wound on a beast little more than a giant, walking, open wound. Rev pulled back his right arm, relinquishing more of his left to the beast’s jaws as he did so, and drove his fist into the infection with a mighty jab. He felt the damaged muscle squish and give way, quickly turning the wolf’s snarls into a single frightened yelp as the wolf released his arm in shock. The blood streaming down Rev’s arm joined the hot rain of the skinless wolf’s blood as it reared back in shocked pain. The unidentifiable goop Rev's hand now swam through made him feel like he had just punched his way into a pumpkin, though that thought was quickly interrupted. Rev picked up the sounds of pounding footsteps as another wolf sprinted to them to support its eager brother. It was nothing more than a shadow to him now but Rev knew if it was as fast as the wolf who had attacked first he was short on time. Rev kept the howling beast up as a shield between himself and the approaching wolf, while his right hand navigated the insides of his attacker. He clenched a mass of spongy muscle and pulled. In his grip, exposed to elements, he held the beast’s racing heart, pulled free from the protection of its ribcage. This move brought the monstrous creature to a hard stop. It went limp without a second thought and Rev held deadweight of its corpse up with both hands for the span of a single blink by then, the new attacker had pounced, biting and tearing at whatever flesh it could fit into its snapping jaws. The tangled mass of flailing limbs, streaming blood, and gnashing teeth created by the impact rolled across the clearing, the latest attacker tearing flesh the whole time with such intensity that sounds of ripping could be heard over its enthusiastic growls. When the attacking wolf finally stopped the roll and stood to face its captured prey, it found only the damaged remains of its skinless brother. The new wolf tasted the hot blood in its muzzle to confirm this; Rev hav rolled to safety at the last second. On his feet in an instant, Rev was able to observe his enemies in full as they emerged from the black shadows of the forest into the light of the twin moons. The predators formed an aggressive halfcircle formation, approaching quickly. Five of the wolves still held onto their skin, complete with mangy grey fur pockmarked by patches of oozing, pinkish flesh barely clinging to their bodies. The outlines of damaged ribs pressed against their hides, stomachs pulled high up from obvious starvation. A few were missing eyes, broken tails dragged behind others, one was even hobbling along on three legs. Torn flesh exposed infected muscle, segments of skulls, allowed another to drag its own internal organs in a loose, quivering pile behind it. Undead wolves, if Rev had ever seen any (though admittedly, he never had) and that would account for the rancid smell that had been following him this whole time. If he could take them out one at a time, they would be easy game. Undead are mindless, in constant need of direction, and very easy to kill if you know what you’re doing. But undead were always answering to a higher power, and Rev could sense that’s where the real problem lay for him. Whatever was commanding a pack of wolves this large would be a formidable opponent, especially unarmed. Rev backpedaled to the edge of the clearing away from the approaching wolves and sized them up one by one; not unsurprisingly, none of them could ever fit the bill of anything other than undead minion. It was just when he was beginning to feel cornered that they halted, sat on their haunches, and began to howl with a force that stirred the trees around them. An enormous shadow appeared behind the howling wolves, Rev measured it to be about seven feet tall at the shoulders. It was quadrupedal, almost resembling an oversized wolf as it stepped slowly and deliberately with the steady confidence of an apex predator. Though the shadow moved silently, its burning footsteps left prints of rising steam and charred, smoking grass in its wake. When the figure passed into the light, there was little transition from dark shadow to jet black fur. Spikes of bone erupted from its shoulders and back in ornamental displays. Banded muscle stretched its skin to its limit and flexed threateningly with every step the beast took. A thick, tangled mane hung from the base of the Alpha’s skull, down its chest and shoulders, tangled with sticks and bones and matted with mud and blood. It’s head was angular, distinctly canine with an elongated snout but sported a pair of black, pointed horns reminiscent of a trophy bucks, though much stockier, tipped with razor sharp thorns designed to mutilate prey. Pointed ears twitched eagerly as a pointed tail lashed the air like a whip at its flank. Its lips were pulled back to bare yellow teeth and black, infected gums. Rev could not pull his focus away from the burning coals resting in the beast’s skull where eyes should have been: the telltale sign of a demon in the flesh. Get it together! Rev scolded himself when he realized he had forgotten something: he had lost count of his attackers. With the Alpha in sight, Rev took a second to analyze the scene. Including the skinless wolf he had killed, he could only see seven figures, and Rev was positive he had counted eight wolves tracking him. The Alpha’s entrance hadn’t been just for show, it had been an incredibly effective distraction. 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