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No one knew back then who or what to blame for the disappearances, until a small group of watchmen armed with rifles decided they would get to the bottom of it. And more importantly earn a pretty penny. Out of the five burly men that went in, only one came out.
It was this man's description that sparked the craze. The frightened man stumbled his way back to civilisation. The stump of his wrist soaking his makeshift tourniquet. The babbling wreck of a man could only stammer forth a few blood-choked words before he collapsed at the feet of worried onlookers, peering down at him.

"B-b-black...-big! T-the beast...-its eyes! s-s-so...col-..."
Those sole words ushered a dark few weeks. The Braywood was off limits. Children and animals where not to leave the house.

The curfew and the lock-down saw a sudden drop in disappearances and attacks from the Braywood Beast. But time took it's toll. With no fresh prey, the beast went hunting. Stalking out of its glooming domain and padding forth to the small series of houses ahead.

For many nights the small settlement was under siege by a foe unseen. Slipping into houses and stealing the young kicking and screaming into the abyssal night. During the day the forest
still held onto the twilight hours. As if the very canopies trapped the night. Few men where brave of foolish enough to enter the woods. With lanterns held high and rifles in hand they lay many traps in the forest. Leaving before nightfall to return the next day, with hopeful prize.

Luck laughed at them that morning. All the traps had been sprung, yet no black beast within. Only on the south eastern trap was something of value found. A small clump of fur, wedged between the components of the trap. Fitting to the watchman's description, the fur was black.
Sadly their joy was short lived as the tests on the fur proved inconclusive. The beast was still free.

Many people moved away from those houses after that; in fear of more bloodshed and heartache. From today three out of the seven houses still stand. Tell tale claw marks engraved in the floorboards.

The seven houses became a trap in themselves. A ghost town to work as one giant snare. Upon the eve a lone, foolhardy man armed with a revolver stood in the street, staring down into the dark woods ahead. His drunken grin danced around the silver flask, most likely filled with more booze.
Watchmen from all over Gilneas flocked to the seven houses. Positioning themselves in secrecy of the beast. In the distance the bells of the clock tower struck, a flock of pigeons escaping from the ledge and flying far off into the night. Suddenly all focus turned on the drunken man, and the Braywood before him.

As the chuckling man stood taunting and staring into the thicket, two amber eyes stared back.
Within seconds the beast was out of the woods. Bolting hard on the dirty cobbled path. It's long, slender form closing in on the now screaming fool. He turns his back only to find his escape short lived. His writhing corpse falls flat as the beast sinks its glistening fangs deep into the man's neck.

KKRRAKK!

The night sky is pierced with flashes of light and roars of thunder from the muzzles of rifles. Smoke clouds the streets in an enveloping mask, the watchmens' own weapons working against them. Crucial seconds pass before the smoke clears, revealing the carnage in its wake. Four more corpses add to that of the bait’s, all ragged and half mauled. The remaining watchmen give chase to the wounded beast as it heads back into its grotto home. Wild gunshot splinters tree bark in all directions. The racket echoing through the endless expanse of the Braywood. Though the beast was lost from sight, the trail of blood left behind brought the watchmen to a small clearing at the mouth of a cave. The cave mouth, even darker than that of the setting around them. The watchmen rained their guns on the opening, forming a line of unbreakable fire.

"I want it alive you cack-handed idiots! ALIVE!"

The silent forest was once again disturbed by the turning of heads, and the crunching of leaves under heavy feet. A pompous man fumbled his way to a halt. A look of disgust plastered on his well fed face as he stared down at his now muddied attire.
In his hand he held a scrawled piece of parchment of which he was quite fond of wafting in peoples’ faces, along with shouts of irritation.
“Now when this son-of-a-gnoll peeks outt’a it’s hole, do NOT kill it!”
The sighs and moans of men carried across the air at the sound of those words. Their palms sweaty as they held tightly onto their rifles. The forest fell silent once again that night. Lantern light being the only thing keeping the enveloping dark from engulfing them all. Once more, amber eyes flashed from the mouth of the cave. Pale white fangs flashing from the beast’s snarling maw. At the sight the watchmen raised their rifles to their shoulders, looking down the barrels with unflinching aim. The panting beast limped forward from the cave, a trail of blood trickling down it’s front left arm. Its cold, heartless eyes seemed different. Move human. Some men still ponder if it was rain, or a tear that dripped down the monster’s face.
“Now!” the oaf of a man shouted, his clenched fist slamming down into his open palm. The beast hastily turned himself away from the firing line only to be snared in thick netting. On the edges of the net where solid stone balls, limiting the beast’s thrashing movements greatly. The beast snarled with hatred as the portly man wobbled over to it. Kneeling, the fat man ushered something only him and the beast could hear. With that, the man clumsily dragged to his feet and with a whistle and a swish of his hand, men wandered forward to warily grab hold of the six stone balls. In a fluid series of movements the beast was completely entrapped by the netting, and began to be dragged across the leaf litter of the Braywood.
All attention disappeared from the little cave in the darkened forest. No one was there to notice a grave detail; two more eyes where glaring out of the cave.
From here all solid knowledge of the night’s events disappears. Only the theories of Itholius Hollowfang could shed any light onto the situation. Within his ancient codex of the Braywood Beast he writes:
‘I had always theorised that a single beast could not be responsible of the killings pinned upon it. I can now say for definite that the Braywood beast was not alone. I write this with living evidence sat at my heels. We can only assume my new companion made his way to freedom and the city of Stormwind though smuggling aboard a vessel.’
Many moons have passed since the Braywood encounters. And many of those moons where left with no human dominion. ‘It is known that packs of feral Worgen still exist within the confines of Gilneas. I believe there is a good chance...There are more Beasts out there.’

One day, Dremt'har was born. H earned to walk, to talk, and run. He grew up. Now, he is old and senile


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