BANE - Blue Moon

In a World where everything seemed conventional and prevalent, yet too harrowing to bear. A depraved Orphan, Ashur Bane settles on the stupendous choice to run away from Home, to find sovereignty.

What he thinks is an escape from his tortuous life, turns out to be disaster when he is tossed in a shrouded World among Mortals.

Where Supernatural Beasts exist but hide in the shadows.

And he's one of them....



Tate's POV

"Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?" Chaz peered at Detective Tate, who grunted in dismissal.

"Not with things like this happening Chaz," Tate remarked indifferently, as the heavy smell of something evil stood thick in the air.

"Fucking Animal attack, most likely a Wolf because we sure as hell don't have any Mountain Lions around here." Chaz swore in his heavy Southern accent, fixing his Jacket to ward off the chill he felt.

There was a creepy feeling being cast all around the area, and Tate's eyes travelled all around the expanse of the Forest clearing. Keeping his nose high with regard for the odd scent that filled his nostrils. The overpowering aroma from the Pine and Cedar-wood threatened to mask the stench of death. Leaving Tate with only one conclusion that he dared not divulge to his Partner, Detective Chaz.

Tate gazed back at the Body, lined around with white Spray paint to outline the area. A tan-skinned man, 5' 9" tall with a heavy build, stood over the Corpse with a grimace. His casual dress code betrayed the fact that he was most likely contacted while he slept, and forced to come investigate the cause of death. His dark blue eyes squinted marginally and his short, wavy, dark brown hair swept in all directions with the force of the wind that blew beneath the Trees.

The Man had a narrow face with an unkempt beard, bushy eyebrows and a small mole the size of a Berry seed that sat below his left eye. He Victor Marshall and though he had seen many things in his time being a Coroner, he was traumatized by the picture before him. His pale skin pricked as the iciness of the midnight air pinched at his skin, making goosebumps rise. Though it wasn't just the frigidness that caused it, but the sight he was forced to analyze.

The Corpse was of a young Woman with blonde hair, heavily matted with blood and dirt from the forest floor. Dead leaves hung from her locks, but her eyes were wide open. Whoever or whatever killed her, must have terrified her for the look on her face was horrid. She had bloodshot, blue-grey eyes that reflected the light from the Full Moon and a dust of freckles or quite possibly splatters of blood on her face.

Her chest cavity was ripped open, revealing her insides with crushed bones and a missing Heart. Her Summer dress was soaked in blood that had already begun to darken, from being exposed to the air. Leaving a sickening sense of a heinous death by a Creature that had to be at least twice her size. The lacerations on her arm and lower torso gaped open, exposing flesh that paled as death became her new color.

Tate strode to stand beside Victor with Chaz in tow, and the Coroner shifted his gaze to Tate as the Detectives came into his line of sight. There was chatter all around, as Patrol Officers abled back and forth. Forensic Scientists circled the area, searching for evidence that could answer all the questions that were being asked.

"She's just a Kid," Tate grimaced as his tolerance became a sick feeling of disgust and anger. "Who is she?" Tate

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