Didn't have a chance to get this up for March's Full Moon, but better late than never! I had a lot of fun with the Tracer Werewolf picture last month http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26555110/ and Widowmaker seemed like a great followup! Let me know what you think!

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Moonlight Maidens - La Belle Louve Sans Merci

The clock in the old tower chimed, its antique bell reverberating the streets below as the clapper struck its thick metal edge. Thick fog filled the cobble streets below like a swamp, tendrils of the cloudy soup stretching like tentacles from the deep. Across from the tower, Widowmaker raised her sniper rifle, scanning the windows of the London neighborhood with unwavering focus. She stared down her scope dispassionately, scanning each potential target with clinical detachment. She skipped a few windows before settling on one lit by a small lamp. She waited, exhaling slowly as she steadied her shot. She focused on her target and squeezed the trigger, an inaudible gasp of excitement as the glass shattered and the victim fell, puling down the drapes with a crash. Her hit confirmed, she wasted no time on moving to the next target. She passed by more windows, despite the clear shots before focusing on a drunkard outside a noisy bar.
"Parfait" she muttered to herself as she waited for the wind to die down. The special bullets given to her by Talon were lighter than her normal rounds, with far less range than she would prefer. She had to be careful. A howl came from the window she had fired into. The sniper made no sign she had heard, focusing on the next target. The order was to cause chaos. Nothing more, nothing less, trying out one of Talon's newest weapons. The drunk outside the pub was certain to do that, backed up by a dozen other werebeast attacks throughout King's Row. By the time the police managed to respond, the neighborhood would be overrun. What happened next was hardly her concern. Once her bullets were expended, she was to remove herself from the area. She made no outward show of her disappointment on the relatively bloodless (at least directly) role she was to play. The moment of the kill was what she desired, yet it was not to be hers that night. She refocused herself on the drunk when something caught her eye, a familiar bluish blur crossing her path. Unable to believe her eyes, she moved her scope to track the motion.
"On se revoit, ma cherie." She took aim at the Overwatch Agent who had come so close to botching her previous mission in King's Row. Taking Tracer would be a personal pleasure for the assassin, and sure to please her superiors as well. She squeezed the trigger. Tracer vanished, the projectile smashing into the ground as she reappeared several feet away before leaping once more out of sight. Widowmaker moved across the rooftops, hoping to reacquire her target. With her grappling hook, she moved silently over a large gap between roofs, setting up on a balcony. She pulled out another vial from its case. She examined it for a moment before moving to slide it into her rifle. As she did so, a low growl emerged from the rooftop above her. Widowmaker spun just time time as a werewolf lunged down upon her. She slammed the butt of her rifle into the beast's mouth. As it staggered, she panted a kick into its stomache and launched her grapple, pulling herself out of range across the roof. She slammed a standard clip into her rifle and opened fire. The lycanthrope shuddered with each blast from the silenced weapon. Widowmaker rolled forward out of view and backed against a wall. She had been careless in her haste to take out Tracer, a rare thrill of the hunt clouding her normal judgment and allowing herself to be ambushed. There was a stinging in her hand as she readied another clip. she glanced down. Blood trickeled down her gloved fingers, shards of glass piercing the fabric.
"Merde." She grimaced as she remembered the vial, smashed during the attack. It was more of an annoyance, but for a sniper, even a slight tremor could throw off her aim. She breathed in and out before peering out from behind her cover at her attacker. Her heart raced as she thought of taking the beast down, hunting it down on the rooftops of London. Her fingers itched as she drummed the sides of her rifle with anticipation, her breath quickening with each moment. She failed to notice as the padded drumming became clicks and scrapes, her lengthening claws scratching her gun. She licked her lips eagerly, biting her lips as her teeth began to lengthen. Her ears began to taper to a point, patches of bluish-grey fur spreading over them. She fumbled with her gloves, pulling away the fabric shredded by the glass and her claws. She paused for a moment, her eyes widening as she watched hr hand begin to shift, fur spreading over it. She felt her feet change within her shoes, hair literally standing on end over her entire body, sending electric sensations over her. She gasped unconciously as adrenaline surged through her body, the feral instincts demanding she hunt slamming into the cold emotionless wall of her Talon programming. She dropped to the ground, pleasure shooting through her nerves. Her face stretched into a lupine muzzle as she panted, ripping off the boots to reveal her paws beneath. Her programming tried to fight back, but was fighting a losing battle. A tail ripped through her clothing and her rifle clattered uselessly to the side. She panted as the changes swept over her. She had never felt this alive before, save for the moment of a kill. A howl echoed through the fog-shrouded streets below and Marie found herself returning the call, her muzzle raised to the full moon and letting out the sound as naturally as speaking. The hunt was on. She glanced down to the street below, at a couple hurriedly rushing through the dark alleys. fear in their movements. This would be better than a distant shot. So close, so personal as she ripped them apart mere inches from their faces. Her eyes narrowed on her prey, a low growl as her lupine muzzle curved into a cruel smile...

"One bite...One Kill..."