Simply Existing

April 7th 1879, London

He prowls through the run-down streets of London during the darkest of nights. All the dirt and grim on the stone streets absorbed in his already matted fur. The villagers lock there doors as soon as the sun descends and the moon rises. Those who have set there eyes on the beast share their tales through generations to generations. They say he's an animistic creature with jutted bones, matted fur, razor sharp teeth, and a sharp foaming wolf snout, and if he stands on his hind legs he's as big as 7 feet tall. The towns people weep in there homes every time he howls. For it means he's had his satisfied kill for the night. The people even tried offering him there best goods, even sacrifices, but its never what he wants.....