08-09-2023, 02:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-09-2023, 02:27 AM by PfizerPfish.)
Somewhere out in the forest, the moonlight briefly illuminates a scared, trembling little boy. *ROAR* *GROWL* *SCREECH* Woodland horrors thrive at this late hour, the sounds they make drowned out only by the gurgling of his own, empty stomach. Scared, scarred hands clutch onto a sharp stick as he hides against a tall oak, arms wrapped around his knees. Hot tears flow down his cheeks.
".. someone help... please... please...", says the boy meekly. The village people warned him not to hunt at night, but his lousy swordsmanship left him unable to compete with fellow hunters in the daytime. Starving, he ignored their advice. He used to say, "... nobody hunts at night, so nobody can stop me from getting my food! Bahaha!"
Yet, look at what has happened.
The horrors encroach upon his location and so in a panicked fit he springs up, making a desperate dash toward... somewhere, some place. In his foolishness, he is disoriented and left with no way to guide himself back to his village's small camp... except? The stars up above. He uses them to navigate. They have always been there for him.
But how long until his luck runs out? How long before he's monster food? Will he really never get to eat a good meal again?
This bombardment of inner dialogue worsens his mental state and instills a deep fear in his heart.
But how long until his luck runs out? How long before he's monster food? Will he really never get to eat a good meal again?
This bombardment of inner dialogue worsens his mental state and instills a deep fear in his heart.
Is he going to die?
"imdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimsoDEAD", he continues to mutter to himself as he cries and sprints and sobs and runs. Watery eyes haze his vision, but still he spots something in the blur. Light!
*ROAAAR*
They're almost here! He needs to get out NOW! He follows the illuminated blur and... "ACK!" He trips--tumbling, rolling. When he comes to his senses, his dirtied self sits up, observing the surrounding area.
How did he get here? A group of funny looking children approach him from a distance. ".. huh?"
It all started with a broken finger.
How did he get here? A group of funny looking children approach him from a distance. ".. huh?"
It all started with a broken finger.