Wow, I finished this quick, didn't I? Most of this was in one sitting, funnily enough.  chewbaccas-cousin Asked for a horror-ish thing with a monster, his 'sona, and a few other things which can be pulled from reading the story. Fun to write. to all you other guys who entered the raffle- Hang around, there'll be more!
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We were lost. The stupid maps weren’t working out, our GPS is an outdated piece of shit, and we saw only a few cars on the road in the past 100 miles.
Our RV was old as well, and it needed gas. Thankfully, we saw a few signs hinting at a small town up the road. Thankfully, it was just us two friends on the road, nothing important.
My friend went by the name of Shadow Firelance- it was of his own choosing. He was a wolf with jet-black fur streaked with bright red lines that traced his skeleton to a degree. He had a simple T-shirt and jeans on, in the back of the RV.
'Cro, please tell me we’re near this town. The GPS says it’s not on the map.’ He said, looking up from our antiquated annoyance machine.
'We just passed a sign advertising a campground in the town of Shiresburg- we should be near.’ I responded.
'Good. I really need to take a piss...’ Shadow said. He un-jacked the GPS and threw it into a drawer.

Shiresburg was a small town with a grand population of just over 1000 people. It had a group of houses, a main street lined with some cafes, shops, and a grocery store, and a gas station. Oh- and the camp ground.
We stopped at the gas station which looked like it was straight out of the sixties- one of the few stations left in the world where someone else fueled your car. A tired looking male greyhound came out, wearing the suit which designated him as the anthro who ran the place.
'You two don’t look like you’re from around here.’ He said as we got out, with a slight southern tang to his voice.
'We’re not. Just passing through.’ Shadow responded.
'A wolf and a crow. Odd combo.’ He said as he started fueling up the RV.
'Hey, my name may be Cro, but it’s without the W and I’m a raven anyhow!’ I responded.
'Sorry for that. I don’t know my avians well enough to tell the differences between a crow and a raven.’
'Well, no harm done. These wings on my back are a good deal larger and stronger than a crow’s, anyhow. the capacity on the RV’s 100 gallons.’
'Now that’s a big tank! Fill it up the whole way?’ He asked. I could practically see the dollar signs pop up in front of his eyes.
'Nah, just half.’ Shadow said. Those dollar signs shrunk.
'You kids may want to be careful around here- a monster has taken many from their rest in this town.’
'I was never one for myths.’ I said.
'Really? Tell us more.’ Shadow said.
'...Maybe you’ll find out some more later. And your tank’s half-way full. 238 dollars, please.’ He said. Shadow frowned, forgetting the fact that gas cost an atrocious amount. He payed the cash, and we were on our way.

We continued on.
'So, do you believe that guy, Cro?’ Shadow asked.
'Hardly. It was obvious he was coming up with tales just so that we would buy more gas from him.’ I responded. Then I noticed that we had but a fifth of a tank left- after driving about two miles.
'Shit! Either he didn’t even fill the tank up properly or we’ve got a hole in the thing!’ I shouted. Shadow ran over. 'What? Ah, damn it...’ He muttered. We passed a billboard advertising the Shiresburg campground- 1 mile away.
'Looks like we should stop there for the day, then go back to find the town on foot.’
'Hopefully not at night- these are some pretty damn thick woods.’ I responded.
'Very true.’ Shadow said as we rolled into the campground with next-to-no gasoline left.
The campground was a deserted little area in the middle of the woods that was little more than a dirt parking lot, a grassy field, a large boulder, and some picnic tables. I could see a trailhead branching off from the parking lot.
'What an amazing campground this is... The billboard advertised “Excitement! Fun! Thrills and Spills! And Shiresburg’s biggest rock!” Wow, they really need a half-decent park for this town.’ Shadow said.
'Yeah. The only thrill you’d get would be falling off of the boulder and the spill would be the mess afterwards from falling onto one of those jagged rocks next to it. Nice idea of fun.’ I said. We set up for the night.

During the night we were trying to sleep when we heard a scuttling sound.
'What’s that?’ I said, yawning and still in my sleep clothes. (Those were a old pair of sweat pants and a white T-shirt.)
'Nothing good.’ Shadow said. He pulled our double-barreled shotgun out from under the bunk beds, and dashed out the door. I caught up with him just to see a dark shape go smashing through the underbrush, its long tail smashing branches.
'What the hell?’ I exclaimed.
'Something from hell. It had some massive claws...’ Shadow said. The dark shape jumped from a tree and landed on top of Shiresburg’s largest boulder. Shadow let off a shot from the shotgun as the thing jumped into the trees on the other side of the field, crossing nearly fifty feet in a single leap. It was gone.
'So, that hound was right... there are monsters in Shiresburg!’

The next day we left the RV with a full backpack loaded with food and ammo, and our shotgun. We didn’t know if this beasty was nocturnal or if it was always up, or what. The shogun would be important. Our only guess on which way to go would be the trail. The road was to long and not straight enough; it went around hills, not over them. And there were alot of hills.
The trail was marked with blue paint marks on some trees. A map near the trailhead said that the trail lead the walker within a fifth of a mile of Shiresburg- so it was our best chance.
'So, what could the monster be? Any ideas?’ Shadow asked me.
'Not really. I didn’t get a good enough look at the thing.’
'Nor did I. All we know is that it can leap massive distances, and it has large claws and a long-ass tail. I was thinking it was some type of mistake in breeding, though. Things like that happen these days, and the child was thrown out.’ Shadow remarked.
'So you’re saying that this monster’s a devil child? It’s what came of unholy matrimony?’
'Yes Cro, I am. It’s probably pretty likely- creatures like that always end up in some freak show, this guy probably escaped.’
'Hopefully that’s not what it is. An intelligent monster would be even worse.’
'Very true.’
We continued on. The woods were eerie, only letting some beams of sunlight through the thick pine branches. It was autumn, and the brown and red leaves were leaving the trees behind, on their short migration to the ground. Every time a leaf fell, a new beam of light struck the ground. It was pretty- but lonely. There was no squirrels, no bird song (Even more lonely for me), not even a trace of any bug. Things were gone, presumably scared away by this monster. Or it ate them all. One or the other, the options weren’t good.
The trail was becoming faint and hard to see, and it was only noticeable by the markers. the trail should be taken care of better. Then the markers vanished.
'Damn it! Where’d the trail go?’ I shouted.
'Good question, Cro. I was wondering that too.’ Shadow responded. We continued on, but with a little less direction or intention as we did before. We tried to find the trail again, but we couldn’t. So we wandered.
The area was first flat, but hills started to appear. the wind picked up as well, throwing the leaves into a dancing torrent. We couldn’t see much which leaves in our faces until we stumbled across an old cabin. It looked deserted.
'How old do you suppose this thing is?’ Shadow asked.
'At least 50 years old.’ I responded. We started climbing down the hill to it.
'Oi! Get away, you varmits!’ An old voice shouted at us. An old German Shepard anthro appeared in one of the windows.
'Calm down old man, we’re lost!’ I shouted back.
'You can’t be. This is in the middle of the campground. You should be on the trail, or damn near it.’ He responded.
'Well, the trail’s been covered and the markers are gone, so we’re kinda lost.’ Shadow said. The German Shepard was silent for a moment. Then he noticed the gun.
'Why you got that gun?’ He asked.
'Something tried to attack us last night, but we scared it off.’
'Did it have big old claws, a long tail, and a tendency to leap big-ass distances?’ The old anthro asked.
'Yes.’ Shadow and I said at the exact same time.
'You best get inside, then.’ He said, opening the door next to him. We ran down the hill and in.

The insides of the cabin were just as old as the tenant of building. The walls were lined with old china plates. The logs that made the ceiling had old lamps hanging from them. Dusty black-and-white pictures were racked up on the walls.
'Name’s Wilhelm. And you two are?’ The German Shepard asked.
'Cro.’ I said.
'Shadow Firelance.’ Shadow responded.
'Nice to meet you two. You two want some tea?’ He asked from inside of the small wooden kitchen. 'Oh, find yourselves a place to sit.’
We both took a seat at one of the couches. Wilhelm had a lot of furniture for a hermit.
'I grow my own tea, so you two should be honored.’ He said, taking out a old metal tray with three cups and a pot of tea. 'I know you two must have questions, so I’ll answer what I can. You’ve met the creature which stalks the campground, yes?’ Wilhelm asked.
'I think so.’ I said.
'This isn’t good. At all. I locked that bastard up.’ Wilhelm poured some tea. 'Sugar?’ He asked. I wanted two, Shadow didn’t want any.
'So you’ve met this creature before?’ I asked.
'More than that, Cro. I fought it in my younger years, locked it up and all. There was a hidden cellar, covered up by half a ton of dirt. He got out, it seems.’ The old canine pulled down a picture from a corner. 'This was him, when I originally caught him.’
I took the picture in my talons. It had Wilhelm when he was much younger in the corner, holding down a net with several friends of different species- an owl, a lizard, and what I think was a coyote. Under the net was the beast.
It had massive, one foot long claws, four on each finger. It was covered in scales and it had a very long tail that must of been verging on ten feet. The tail was sticking out of the net, and it had slashed the owl in the leg. The lizard helped hold the tail down.
The head was full of long teeth that jutted out from the jaws and out of the mouth, giving it a demonic look. It was basically an overgrown lizard with massive claws and teeth.
'Those were my colleagues, nearly 50 years ago now. They’ve all gone and passed away on me. I’m the last one of the original team left. We found an old cellar and threw the beast down there, and, using an excavator, dumped a massive pile of dirt on top of the damn thing. It should’ve suffocated under the dirt. I don’t know how it could’ve possibly escaped.’
'However it did, it succeeded. What do we need to do to kill the thing?’ Shadow asked.
'Shoot it in the mouth, I’d think. We didn’t kill it last time, but blasting it in the mouth stunned it and made it bleed. the scales are tough- about equal to... what was it called, kevlar?’
'I know what you’re talking about. So, it had bullet-proof scales and sword-like claws and teeth. Lovely.’ Shadow said.
'You may have to stand right in front of it to kill the thing. You best go though, it’s probably coming for me.’ Wilhelm said. I looked out the window- the sun was setting. We were walking out there for nearly the whole day, lost.
'Can you defend yourself?’ I asked.
'I can shoot a gun, of course. But my time passed, long ago. I know I’ll pass away tonight, join my friends in that great land above. You two have lives ahead of you- use them well.’ Wilhelm gave me a antique brass compass. 'The parking lot is directly south-east. You best get moving. Kill it if you encounter it, but just keep running.’
'Good luck, old man.’ Shadow said, swallowing the half of the tea that he had left. He coughed.
'Damn it, that was hot!’ He cried as I sipped mine down. The sugar cooled it down a bit.
'Let’s get moving!’ I shouted, and we started running, compass in hand. Good luck to the man.

We were running through the darkness that was night in the forest. We tripped a lot because we couldn’t see anything very well, and every bit of movement scared us witless.
'How far have we gone?’ Shadow asked, panting. I had been flying above, leading him; two black creatures in the blackness.
'Only about a fourth of a mile, maybe less.’ I responded.
'Hopefully it isn’t following us...’ Shadow muttered.
‘AAAUUUGGGHHH!’
'Oh hell...’ I muttered.
'Turn around?’ Shadow asked.
'Good idea. Best go fast.’ I replied. We turned around, hard.

'We came back to the cabin to see the front of it ripped open. Massive claw marks shredded the ground and the walls, and the door was fifty feet away from the remains of the wall it was attached to. Shadow loaded his shotgun as we entered.
Inside, the house was smashed to hell. Most of the pictures had fallen and shattered, and the ones which hadn’t were barely on at all. The plush couch was shredded, the table was smashed, and there were gunshot holes in the walls. A bloodstain covered one wall and part of the floor, speckled with chucks of flesh.
'Damn it...’ I whispered.
'Did it eat him?’ shadow asked.
'Seems so...’ I replied. I picked up a blood-stained carbine. 'Let’s go kill the bastard.’

We were going towards the parking lot when we heard a hiss.
'Shush...’ I whispered to Shadow. We stopped, guns ready.
'Duck!’ I cried as the creature jumped right over our heads. We let off a few shots, none even hit the thing in the had, much less the mouth.
It landed and stared at us. Its mouth was covered in blood.
'Damn it, it ate him!’ I said. It roared at us- we fired. We missed.
One of the claws nicked me as it jumped over our heads, leaving a trail of blood.
'You alright?’ Shadow asked.
'Yeah, just a scratch. I’ll be fine.’ I said. I let off a few shells at the creature- one hit it in the face, making it recoil. I noticed the hole in its lower jaw- about rifle shell-sized. That was where Wilhelm and his team hit the thing, all those year ago!
It charged at us, preparing to take a chunk out of one of our legs. Another shot blew threw the thing’s upper jaw- but didn’t hit anything vital. It kept on running.
'Get after it!’ I cried, taking air. Shadow started running.
We were always behind it, firing off shots, trying to get it to turn around. But it kept on jumping ahead of us in leaps in bounds, always staying out of our limited ranges. Sometimes, we lost track of it, but never for long. Then it really got ahead of us when Shadow ran into a tree.
'You alright?’ I asked, holding in a laugh. He ran head on into it.
'Yeah- and it’s not that funny when you’re trying to chase after a monster. Let’s keep moving!’
We kept on in the direction it was going, hoping to see it. We didn’t. But we did see the lights of Shiresburg, which was little. Until the fires started.
'Oh hell, it made it to the town...’ I said, landing on the edge of the town.
'And we know how to kill it! this isn’t over yet!’ Shadow said, not even stopping when running towards the town. I shrugged and followed. Time to fight.