The vampire stalked his ancient cellar, pondering her words as he paced back and forth over the cobblestones.
The werewolf sat in silence as the spell faded and the hairy hide about his frame melted into pale, exposed flesh.
The horizon glowed dimly with the promise of a new day as the witch left the grove, alone and sore, shivering as she pulled her black dress over her bruised body.
The solemn company of hunters gathered about the table as the lore-keeper pulled on his white beard, puffed his pipe, and began to tell them a tale told long ago.
Tale Told 