Literature
The Ripper
The wind blew softly around the land, tickling the blades of grass that were no longer growing and shaking the branches of the naked trees; many, if not all, of the leaves, have fallen until the ground below. The moon was full, its light brightening the usual dark fall night, while the cloud cover blotched the sky, allowing the luminescent white orb and stars to play peek-a-boo with the realm. A shadow moved through the woods, its large form was no longer silent as leaves crunched beneath its weight. It appeared to blend in with the darkness, if it wasn’t for the white mane that ran from the top of its head down its neck and between its