Dragging his slender friend from the forest our larger hero slumps to the ground a mix of blood and sweat drenching his clothes. He pulls the fang protruding from his hip out the feeling of warm blood now drooling down his leg. in the distance billows of smoke drift into the sky from a small stone home. Our hero grabs his blade and throws his friend over his shoulder trudging closer toward the house. something growls from behind the gate, our hero tense his grip on the blade tired but ready. another loud growl from behind now increase his adrenaline the feeling of a warm touch upon his wound cause his heart to skip a beat. he quickly turns to see a siberian husky glowing in the moonlight, the dog licking his wound, out from the gate to other a small brindle pitbull and a rottweiler or some time circle him licking him and his companion. a warm happy feeling falls over him. as he looks everywhere the dogs licked has healed completely over. Just as he starts to pet the pups the house door violently swings open and a woman in dark robes emerges as the dogs run to her side. You should not be here she cackles as the world begins to spin our hero loses consciousness. How is the dog's saliva healing their wounds? Who is this wicked witch throwing them off her lawn?  what is love, baby dont hurt me, dont hurt me, no more.. ... .....

The light of the fire and candles barely illuminated her small stone home. Our massive monster of a hero awoke, his slender companion sitting next to him one hand on his shoulder, the other still gripping his satchel. "Drink this", said the woman, her cloak pulled back to reveal a soft beautiful face with hair woven of midnight and eyes a piercing blue, "It smells like horse piss, but it will give you your strength back." Looking over at his companion, his friend nods to say it's ok. Beyond the smell it tasted like opening your mouth in a swamp, earthy...old...stale, but as the horrible concoction slid down his throat, a calming feeling began to encompass him. The three dogs lay near his feet enjoying the heat from the hearth. "Who are you?" asks our enormous hero. She looks over them both and responds. "Just a lonely...", but was cut off by a swift whoosh of the door flying open and all the flames going out. The dog's eyes were now glowing and loud growls came from by his side. "We need to move now!", says our beastly hero grabbing the hands of his friend and the woman. Running out the door he calls for the dogs who quickly run to his side. A large beast swooped down knocking the three off their feet, pinning our large hero to the ground. The feeling of a cold stone like clawing pressed against his throat left him gasping for air. Just as his vision began to blur, like a flash of lightning, the large wolf-like dog tackled the creature ripping out its throat, looking back at the sky he could see a swarm flying above. "RUUUNNNNN! He gasped out as he rose to his feet! What are these creatures now?......What was the woman going to say before she was cut off?... If you eat a bowl of pasta than a bowl of antipasto salad, do they cancel each other out? Stay tuned to find out...