This week the challenge words are urgent, normal, follow, flap and right.
He cowered against the smooth granite of the broken gravestone, his torn, bloodied sleeve flapping in the storm dampened wind, his ruined right arm cradled painfully to his heaving chest.
His breathing was urgent, erratic, so staccato that hypoxic flashes blurred his normally sharp green gaze.
He could hear it, howling his name and knew it had found him. That it had followed him here to this charnel house that was pre-ordained to be their final battle ground.
Only one of them would survive the unholy conflagration.
He looked to the obsidian sky and prayed that it would be him.
Pfhew! That was a toughie, five words into one drabble. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it.