PiT 030: Isolation and Solitude
Dark, Dark, Hero, Dark, Normal, Hero
The edge of the forest was abrupt on one end, and gradual on the other. A clearing with a small town perverted the abrupt-ending side, while a river cleansed the other.
Shadow had no real living place: He just stopped to rest where ever, with only a handful of favorite spots.
One morning as the onyx colored hedgehog washed away the mud and small amounts of blood that caked his fur hard to his body after a particularly nasty fall out of a tree, he heard voices approaching.
He ducked his head under the water so that only his eyes and the top of head showed and concealed his form behind some jutting rocks.
An older gentleman with two young boys walked up to the side of the river, fishing tackle in hand. As they set up, Shadow quietly made his way around to the bank where they were- the side where the forest was thicker.
One of the boys looked up and pointed at him. "Hey grandpa, what's that?"
Shadow didn't give the old man a chance to look as he surged up out of the water and darted into the dawn-hued woods.
How far are you really when you're inches close?