Endless – By Patch


The demon awoke. He was cold and naked, the taste of blood fresh upon his toungue, the grass under him dead and dry. He could barely move, his body simply stiff with pain. What brought him here? Why was he flat on his back staring up at the dark sky past the near skeletal branches of the ruined tree tops. He’d groan as he tried to move, feeling the grass break and crackle with each pained movement. It was so dark, the mist around him so thick he could barely see past the trees. How did he end up like this?

He’d sit up and gasp, looking himself over as his mind started to piece together the puzzle of his predicament. He recalled the forest..and hsi traps. yes, the ones he set up to incenerate the Hunters cwn, and the hunter…yes! He was caught by the hunter, he had to be hunted to gain the knowledge…and was caught…and was used so viciously, explaining the pain. The knowledge! he knew of Ashmourne’s past…or…at least he thought he did. The vision was so vivid…the emotions…the destruction of the land. The land? The boy got to his feet at last to get his bearing, noticing a few things out of place.

The mist around her were thick but it never was thick enough to not see castle in the distance. He turned in every direction to see the looming structure but it wasn’t there…only darkness. Just darkness…not a star in the sky! And the trees! The demon knew he had set a number of traps…but not enough to turn the forest into the graveyard it appeared to be right now. Even the grass held the sent of still burning cinders. “…where…am I…”

Then he heard it…the blare of the huntsman’s horn! It rang all around him, a terrifying roar, a horrible bellow that made the ash covered trees tremble and sprinkle their burnt flakes like snow. The sound rang again, accompannied by footsteps, fevered footsteps of those answering to its call. And he didn’t need to know who they belonged to, he didn’t need to know anything other than that he was the prey, and he had to run.

The seid ran, ran as hard as he could. The grass breaking under his fleet feet as he fled, pushing past the tree branches that almost seemed to reach out to stop him. Bony thron covered hands that served their master, scratchign at his bare flesh and inflicting so much pain. Even the very air he breathed burned his lungs, smoke…the mist was smoke.

His arms swang with each step, trying to escape! To Run! he had to run! He had too! “AAHG!!” he’d yelp as a flash of furr streaked pas him, a blur claws and teeth tackling him to the ground. Then biting, and slashing, and tearing across his form. To cover one area let the others get rendered, to strike back at the attacking creatures was an invitation to get torn. He fought agaisnt the cwyn, fought and thrashed until miraculously managing to crawl away, hearing their hungry growls right behind him. He had to run away! He had to escape! He had to try to run one last time! to run till his feet bled like the rest of his body!

“HNNGGK!!” he’d gasp the moment he got to his feet, though the breath would be accompanied by his blood spilling from his lips due to the large claw implanted in his very chest cavity. The demon trembling gaze followed the bloody limb to its owner…the Huntsman with his teeth gleaming whiter than the palest moon, hsi eyes burning with such glee at catching his prey. It was then the demon figured what was happening….he agreed to give the huntsman his hunt… in exchange for the knowledge of Ashmourne. And the hunter was going ot have his hunt until he was satisfied.

Such an epiphany happening all at once…right before he could feel the huntsman’s claw jerk back, ripping out his heart to feast on it for his last dying breaths.
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The demon awoke. He was cold and naked, the taste of blood fresh upon his tongue  the grass under him dead and dry. He could barely move, his body simply stiff with pain. What brought him here? Why was he flat on his back staring up at the dark sky past the near skeletal branches of the ruined tree tops. He’d groan as he tried to move, feeling the grass break and crackle with each pained movement. It was so dark, the mist around him so thick he could barely see past the trees. How did he end up like this?

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