A.N. Hey, I want criticism, but please make it nice. Let me know what you think. This is short, and I wrote it a while ago, but I am not sure if I am any good at writing, so I did not continue the chapter and just gave it a quick finish. Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not have any thing copyrighted in the story yet…. the dude is my own character… hope you enjoy!
A figure shrouded in a thick grey fog stumbled as it unsteadily made its way to a small clearing in the darkness, only brightened by the full moon in the starless sky. The figure staggered to the left, the knees buckled and their hands went up on instinct to protect it's face, expecting to fall to the ground, when a tree appeared through the fog. The hands went up and steadied itself against the strong ancient tree as the sharp claws of the hands sunk deep into the rough bark. The bloodied hands held tight as if the being's life depended on staying clung to the tree. Finally, the figure's claws made its way out, and the figure drunkenly stood up, knees bent, head bent to the ground, one hand on the beings gory head as another went out in front for added balance. Closed eyes suddenly shot open to reveal two red glowing cat-like eyes, fully alert, but holding only one purpose. A few long silky black, blood clotted tangles of hair found it's way out of the creatures black hooded cape and the pale bloody fingers left the beings head and stretched out forwards and deftly snatched a cloth from a branch. It held the soft black cloth in its deformed hands as it twisted and turned it, examining it. it suddenly dropped slowly to the ground, swaying this way and that, as the hands began to shake and blood once again began to pour out of the cut veins and arteries on in deformed body and the creature fell to the ground shaking, sweating, twisting, and writhing with dark red blood spurting from the wounds, through the loose grey blood and dirt stained robe, and gathering in a menacing pool of black gore with the most detested linage shown as the smell of rot, death and hell starts curling up through the spilt blood of the immortal and into the night sky.
The motion stops as the near death creature lays silent and still. The beast was laying on his stomach with his long straggly arms spread out in front of it. The long black hair had escaped the coarse fabric of the hood and shone with the blood on the ground in the moonlight, whose glow now looked evil and secretive. The clawed hands slowly moved down towards its face, palms slowly riding the ridges on the dirt, then through the thick blood which had gathered on the ground. Slowly the elbows lifted from the bloodied ground and the tight grey sleeves tightened slightly around the pulsing arm muscles as the creature attempted the raise itself from the ground. Knees creaked as they bent to the creatures will as he got onto his hands and knees. He slowly stood up softly swaying side to side as he slowly made his way out of the sinister moonlit clearing and into darkness of the silent forest. A soft whisper revolted against the silence as a horrified "no..." echoed through the night.
A.N. So what do you think? Let me know, I would really appreciate it if you review. Thank you for reading!
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