Soaked in Slobber

You realize that he just grazed the skin. He didn't even hit blood, but his eyes light up with greed. He lunges again and envelopes your head in his hairy snout. You can smell his foul breath and you are covered in his slimy saliva. The only thing worse than this was at your aunt's house when you got slurped by a St. Bernard. Some of the slimy goo gets inside your mouth, and you swallow invariably. You immeadiately begin to retch, and you are spat out of the werewolf's jaws. You get up and run, but the werewolf just stares at you.

Written by Gryphon

Cursed for life!

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