Year of the Gnome: Werewolf Trapper

Most mortals get it fallacious. They assume that werewolves succumb to their beastly methods and wreak havoc on the world each full moon. May you think about the carnage if that had been true? If each month, half-man, half-wolf beasts prowled about on the lookout for something they may sink their canines into, there wouldn’t be something left to eat.

The Gnome is aware of higher. He is aware of that werewolves solely flip when the moon is full and experiencing a celestial occasion. Like a blue moon or a blood moon, or on this case, a bloody blue moon.

Now, the Gnome additionally is aware of a person lingers beneath that beast’s flesh. So he’s going to make use of a leg entice. That ought to preserve him in a single place for a bit. Hopefully, he doesn’t gnaw off a limb in his insanity earlier than his humanity returns. It’s of venture the Gnome is prepared to take.

Because the Gnome walked the meandering path into the woods, he dropped a lifeless rabbit on the bottom and smeared the blood round within the filth a bit. This morning, he killed the grasping little buck-toothed creatures with a slingshot; they had been destroying his winter vegetable shops.

On down the path, he wandered, dropping a rabbit right here and there as he went, conserving a cautious eye on the fats moon beginning to present its face on the horizon. As soon as he reached a degree within the woods the place the timber grew so thick collectively he couldn’t see by means of them, he determined to set his entice.

The double lengthy spring he carried with him was so large that his arms barely reached lengthy sufficient to set the entice. He managed, protecting the entice in pine needles and filth and sprinkling slightly beaver gland juice from his pocket close by.

Simply because the Gnome was admiring his work, a blood-curdling howl broke the silence of the rising evening. Behind him, atop a hill, the scraggly silhouette of the werewolf stood illuminated by the bloody blue moon.

The Gnome held on to the picket hammer he used to safe the entice and took a step again, by no means letting the beast out of his sight. It dropped to all fours and sprinted in the direction of him. The Gnome didn’t flinch because the wolfman got here nearer, jowls dripping rancid drool, eyes wild with a fury that was past animalistic—it was lunar.

Simply because the werewolf closed in on the Gnome, the entice snapped with a convincing CRACK. The wolf yowled in ache and trashed in opposition to the restraint. Whimpering, growling, and gnashing his tooth on the Gnome, the werewolf was trapped.

The Gnome whistled as he walked into the woods to retrieve the lengthy, braided wire he stashed there a number of days in the past. With a number of deftly knots, he hog-tied the beast, whistling over the cacophony of noise coming from the creature. He took a smaller piece of wire and, being cautious of the large tooth attempting to chew him at each likelihood, muzzled the monster.

He then launched the lengthy spring, leaving the werewolf struggling in opposition to the ties that certain him, writhing on the damp floor. He felt some sympathy, understanding {that a} man existed below the flesh, he’d come to launch him within the morning if he was nonetheless right here. However he additionally felt a way of justice, the brute had robbed him of a great deal of turkey schnitzel, in spite of everything.

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