Deep underground, an ancient beast roared. Weak, cuts and lacerations covering its whole body, but growling in defiance. They could not break him, could not kill him. His deafening shout of rage echoed up the cave system to the surface world, and he bounded towards it. Blood matted his fur, and he stood nearly eight feet tall. Black fur, with razor-sharp claws, he slashed at the first person he saw. "Die." it snarled, ripping the body apart, his wounds healing rapidly. They lined up, their guns, spears, and magicks no match for him. He leaped forth. "You have not imprisoned me. I am your warden." He growled, slashing at two of them, taking them down and landing right on top of a third, feet forward. Crackling electricity arced through the air, doing no harm to his nearly impenetrable skin. "Die, mortals. This world... Is mine." He roared, a cry of rage, pain, and boundless power. He was no werewolf. He was a god.