In the middle of the night...

frozen light in a snow weekend, MANZANEDA

It begins on a cold, wintry night in the middle of a barren field. All around me snow falls and yet not on my person. The tightly wound black trenchcoat sports not a speck of white and my leather gloved hands barely feel the chill. I know that something is creeping in the dark to my right where the trees begin but I'm not entirely sure what it is anymore so I keep a sharp eye centered there.

I can hear people calling for me in the distance but I'm sure I'm well hid. No need to move and alert whatever's in the trees nearby. The people looking for me are the inn keepers at the place I stayed. I can imagine why they're looking for me-- I left the room in complete shambles. The bed sagged in the middle where my opponent pounced on it with all it's heavy weight and the floor and walls were speckled with dark red blood (from my opponent, not mine).

Then again, you can't really take the time to tidy up when you're being chased by a transforming werebeast and you're bounding out a three story window.