Just a draft of a story I wrote some few weeks ago.

A werewolf tale.

The full moon hung over the midnight sky, the injured man limped along the cobbled streets. His mind was filled with confusing thoughts, blood, flesh, the howling which whirred around his head like a bloody cyclone. He drooped into a dank alley, the thick grime once water stained his linen vest. The man’s neck forcibly craned skywards to the silver behemoth littered with craters.
‘The…the moooon’ he stammered.
Suddenly he felt a wave of pain and heat, raze his fragile mind. He lay on the ground grasping his head, half human screams flowed out in torrents. His ribs began forcing their way up through his chest while arching his spine, bones continually breaking and rebuilding and clicking into place. His heels stretched while his tendons lengthened, the teeth around the man’s mouth became serrated and pointed like daggers.
His jaw shifted and thrusted forwards before being followed by his nose. Then his many senses spiked changing the way he perceived everything around him. His human skin became tight around his new form before splitting in half. Beneath the cold lifeless layer of skin was a glossy, rich black fur. What was once a man was no longer considered a creature of god, more of a hellhound of a devilish sort.
It strode around in circles trying to get a feel for its body and get its goals right.Let’s see… new body… what will be for dinner tonight? Steak? No flesh, raw flesh. NO, human flesh. It clambered over the walls of the alley and onto the rooftops. Its sharp claws left a trail on the slate as it swept from building to building. Thump, thump, what was that? Thump, thump. Aah a heart, a huuumaan heart. It peered over the roof, a man was below him in a rush, he was constantly checking his watch, muttering unnecessary curses. Saliva pooled in the back of its throat.
The man passed by.
And the hunt began.
It crawled down a drainpipe cloaked by the shadows like a rat covered by a velvet cloth waiting to make its move. Anger began swirling around its mind as it listened to the man’s heartbeat. The hellhound’s pace increased gradually and its teeth glistened. The man turned back to see nothing before him, before anxiously walking away. It managed to clamp to a wall narrowly avoiding the man’s vision.
Intent on its first meal it mustered its strength and scrawled along the damp street.
The man paused and the beast repeated, the man’s head slowly craned towards the creature knowing something was there but what was it? In seconds the man came face to face with the bloodshot eyes of sinister being. The hellhound lunged towards the innocent fool, in a flurry of dagger like claws. The man clenched both paws with great strength in the heart quaking moment. It snarled and thrusted its mouth agape into the victim’s throat, luck favoured the man for a few seconds as he kicked the demon off of him, he stumbled around trying to recover against the first onslaught.Arrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh!, the mind of the beast shrieked, its emotions became a frenzy.
It raised its claws like an executioner playing as God bringing a swathe of death, and struck down like lightning upon the man’s frail, fleshy cheek.
The man cursed and bellowed in a manner most ungodly as the blood drained from his wound, he staggered into the middle of the road. The hellhound was relentless and pounced once more, pinning the man to the ground, it growled viciously at the terrified eyes of its victim and drove its slavering jaws into his neck.
Blood, oh, blood, flesh its so tender almost like chicken, the red liquor teased its tongue, it wasn’t murder through the eyes of the demon it was art. It put its finishing details upon its masterpiece and arched its head to the moon, and a solemn howl flowed from its beastly mouth.

This should be in general discussion, not general cortex command discussion.

Also your story is a touch over descriptive. And a bit dull.

It also looks too daunting as a huge block of text, use paragraphs.

Whoops sorry can I move it or can an admin only do that.

And I'll sort out the block of text.

Love to read more of it.. But..

Needs something... Can't put my finger on it..

Commas?

Well... Yes.. That.