Summer Month: 3 
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Clear Moon: 
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Lover's Rendezvous, a secluded little lake near a college campus. A romantic and sweet place, or so everyone says. Recently, a string of disappearances has rattled the small town of Wolfkeep. People vanishing without a trace, other than footsteps found at the banks of Lover's Rendezvous. The footsteps never return from the lake, yet no bodies have been found in or around it. People who visit the lake often report seeing a beautiful white horse on the banks- like something out of a movie. Long, flowy white mane, graceful posture and elegant movements.
They say they almost felt hypnotized by the horse. Compelled and enticed to approach, to touch. The local college, Wolfsbane, is a hotspot. Students, visitors and whatnot. Lover's Rendezvous is only a short drive from Wolfsbane, making it quite the popular spot. On a particular night during spring break, the full moon arises. A group of party-goers, some senseless and intoxicated. They make the short drive to Lover's Rendezvous, but unfortunately for them, they never return.
Word spreads everywhere. Flyers on walls, headlines in newspapers, reports on the news channels. Yet, a week goes by and there's not a single discovery made about their sudden disappearance. So, a group of worried college students band together to lead their own investigation. They retrace the steps of the lost, finding themselves at the lake on an eerie, foggy night. And there they see it.
In a sudden clearance of fog, just enough to see the bank of the lake, stands a white horse. So elegant and beautiful, the moonlight shining down, illuminating its coat and cutting through the fog. Such an innocent and harmless creature, right? And so, one of them approach the horse with an outstretched hand, tempted to touch the soft coat. One of the others who just so happens to be a huge mythology fan has a growing suspicion, a dread in their stomach they can't shake.
So they scream for their friend to get away from the horse, to not touch it. But it's too late. The whole group watches the scene unfold before them, the changing of the horse to something so grotesque and ugly, their friend being dragged underneath the water's surface to their watery grave. And so, they report it. But their pleas are ignored, laughed at. Because mythical creatures aren't real, right? There's no such thing as a horse that drowns people.
Kelpies
A mythical creature from Scottish folklore. A horse who appears white as snow, standing on the banks of rivers and lakes. Something about them is so tempting and enticing, anyone who looks at them has the urge to touch them. Kelpies lure their victims in with their beauty. When touched, the victim becomes stuck to the horse, becoming apart of it. The horse changes so quickly into something of nightmares. Snow white coat turning black, pretty long hair becoming tangled seaweed. Jaw breaking and twisting, the nasal bone and lower muzzle losing hair and skin to reveal bone and razor sharp teeth.
The horse takes their trapped victim and goes into the water, sinking deep into the depths. The victim ends up in a watery grave, left in pure terror as the horse stares at them the entire descent to the bottom of the water, pushing past the ground below. Kelpies lure their victims in to eat them, leaving not a single trace. Only the footsteps on the bank, never leaving.