Man at War – Excerpt No. 170

“Made it with time to spare,” Marc said as he walked through the trenches headed towards his dugout.

All around him the soldiers were reacting, especially those from behind that saw the blood stained claw marks and smooth flesh of his back. While that was what their eyes were initially focused on, the bloody head of what looked to be from a massive wolf was sure to keep their tongues wagging for the rest of the war.

“Wolves can’t be that big,” someone said.

That line or something similar was a recurring theme. Even if they thought they were being discrete, his vampiric senses heard every word.

a surreal and vibrant cinematic photo of a British officer with a weary expression, walking down the trenches with a slight limp, headed towards his dugout, the sky above a deep shade of indigo with hints of crimson, indicating dawn is near, his uniform is muddy, bloody, and torn with visible claw marks, his face smeared with dirt and blood, his eyes sunken, setting and clothing appropriate for 1915, just before dawn, with a mix of surrealist and photorealistic elements, and a subtle film grain texture, the officer's skin pale, with a few days' worth of stubble, his hair messy and unkempt, his helmet tilted to one side, revealing a few strands of hair.

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