The Howling Night

It was back few days when it all happened on the road when strangely beyond the dusk a face loomed out of nowhere, with it's claws flared, canines growing above and eyes glowing bright and nobody had any ideas what to do.

Problem was this was not the first time the villagers had wished to remain silent on whether handing the creatures back to the forest guards or to damage it's position by killing it in terrible ways.

All that it could be observed was that the villagers were taking benefits due to the beast and they should be thankful to the same as it has become a puppet show in modern days with villages crying all around and shouting that felines are hunkered down and pouncing on their own children and not to save the attention killing the older grown as they had been silent on their own account. There have been no reports, hardly bigger upset or any serious offence, but there was something serious going on through outer human forces and it was soon going to result in a terrible way.

The trouble was that the villagers have been equally careless in regard as far this tiger was concerned; It was hungry, has been wounded and not clear in mind whether to become a full fledged man eater or still to go back to the forest and remain quiet.

As far the villagers were concerned, they were sure that they have witnessed it hunting their children out and breaking them into pieces and even has been biased to show those remain bones as they are still not stooped low to insult the graves of their own dead children around.

The village kept quiet, listened to roars every night of the wounded beast, covered themselves with

crackling fires and daunted future of what might become something weird in the name of the Tragedy, and still it didn't do any special work to protect either them or the beast and that did become the result of it all at the end which even left best of village owners into shock that some individual can take advantage of wounded creature and can turn such opportunities to his own affairs to take revenge from an old family with rich heritage.

A quiet silence greeted the night when it all happened as the young man of around 16 ran back to the stairs calling his father back who was a village merchant and was no where near the sight which meant that either he was in trouble or might be chasing the beast who was heard roaring close by the son himself.

The son continued to climb stairs and finally reached outer roof where the lanterns were left and still

something hot could be smelled like bones were ripped terribly apart and a small gulping of sadness had started to emerge on the boy's face as he stepped out into the slowly coming out moon and peered down below.

The father was lying peaceful but dead, his clothes were ripped apart; the blood was dripping out from his knee and yet they were not scratch marks of an animal.

As the son approached his father and bent low to examine the dead father before him, a strange sight met his eyes and a small tagline written from his own father';s blood: This is in the name of the tiger you all pounced and Hope you all will learn a fine lesson.

Reading this the son collapsed into the heap and continued to cry, his voice echoing all over the village and everybody in shock of what happened jut to a strong businessman who has been killed by his own rival just in the name and all ended in complete confusion...