Destruction. Death.
Those that might have witnessed it had done nothing; mostly because they were too terrified to do more than lock their doors, shutter their windows. The few that had seen the beast shakily told of a creature the size of a horse; cruel jaws slavering, claws ripping apart even the most stout and sturdy door.
The gutted complex had held no suvivors. Those that would investigate would find nothing left; save for blood painting the walls, torn bodies throwin into the rafters; pieces eaten, played with without respect for the dead.
Oddly enough, they say, there appeared to be one suvivor; a man had left with the rising sun, staggering; bloodied and disoriented, he had staggered away, towards the lake.
Of course, those with half an eye noticed he had a tail.
And that the full moon had been that night.