Within the darkness he traveled. Unheard by anyone around. He traveled and searched for his target. Still it avoided him. His sight was ineffective in the darkness of the forest So he had to rely on his sense of smell and hearing alone to depict where his prey was hiding.
He continued to move, quickly but silently. He could feel that his prey was close but he couldn't tell exactly where it was. The feeling became stronger and stronger. He became closer to his prey. He was almost upon it when suddenly it was gone. It had vanished. No sound, no feeling, no smell. It was not there. It had escaped him. But he found it odd. It seemed to have vanished entirly. He cursed to himself. The completion of his mission was vitally import.
As he sat in the brush in thought something began to bug him.. He had a strange feeling he had been where he was before. Although most areas of the forest and surrounding area looked the same, He couldn't shake the feeling.
He started to move again. This time Attempting to sense just the faintest sound, smell, or feeling of his target. In an attempt to use sight as well, he spread his large scaly wings and took to the sky. He didn't go to high so not to alert his presence to anyone who might be looking. He just flew a few feet above the tree tops, scanning for anything that might give him a lead.
As he continued something caught his attention. A wooden structure was in the middle of a small clearing. Nothing else was there besides possibly the largest and straightest tree in the forest. He glided down, folding his wings as he hit the ground. On inspection he discovered that the structure was that of an old, dry, well. Vines curled around the base and up the sides of it. The grasses around it grew wild up the sides. He could tell it was very old. The wood had rotted in some spots and it was slowly falling apart. He looked down noticing how it was dry all the way to the bottom. No moisture at all. He sniffed. The smell of his prey was all over it. He would have to watch this place.
Something began to tingle his senses. He couldn't place it but he felt something. The feeling became stronger and he could feel it creeping up behind him. He turned around suddenly but all that was there was the giant tree. Something about the tree was unnerving. It seemed to have strange traces of power around it. AN aura almost. He walked up to it and, like any curious person, touched it.
As soon as he did, a surge of power went straight for him. A great amount of ancient power that lasted through time itself and withstood everything the world could throw at it. He instinctively tried to pull away but his hand would not budge. He was stuck. He tried to pull it away. Using as much strength as he could muster. But his hand and fingers were stuck there as if with glue. But it was not enough. More and more energy from the tree formed around his hand. An enormous amount. Suddenly without warning the energy shocked into his body. He screamed and was sent flying back the tens of feet to the well where he fell in hitting the bottom unconscious.
He continued to move, quickly but silently. He could feel that his prey was close but he couldn't tell exactly where it was. The feeling became stronger and stronger. He became closer to his prey. He was almost upon it when suddenly it was gone. It had vanished. No sound, no feeling, no smell. It was not there. It had escaped him. But he found it odd. It seemed to have vanished entirly. He cursed to himself. The completion of his mission was vitally import.
As he sat in the brush in thought something began to bug him.. He had a strange feeling he had been where he was before. Although most areas of the forest and surrounding area looked the same, He couldn't shake the feeling.
He started to move again. This time Attempting to sense just the faintest sound, smell, or feeling of his target. In an attempt to use sight as well, he spread his large scaly wings and took to the sky. He didn't go to high so not to alert his presence to anyone who might be looking. He just flew a few feet above the tree tops, scanning for anything that might give him a lead.
As he continued something caught his attention. A wooden structure was in the middle of a small clearing. Nothing else was there besides possibly the largest and straightest tree in the forest. He glided down, folding his wings as he hit the ground. On inspection he discovered that the structure was that of an old, dry, well. Vines curled around the base and up the sides of it. The grasses around it grew wild up the sides. He could tell it was very old. The wood had rotted in some spots and it was slowly falling apart. He looked down noticing how it was dry all the way to the bottom. No moisture at all. He sniffed. The smell of his prey was all over it. He would have to watch this place.
Something began to tingle his senses. He couldn't place it but he felt something. The feeling became stronger and he could feel it creeping up behind him. He turned around suddenly but all that was there was the giant tree. Something about the tree was unnerving. It seemed to have strange traces of power around it. AN aura almost. He walked up to it and, like any curious person, touched it.
As soon as he did, a surge of power went straight for him. A great amount of ancient power that lasted through time itself and withstood everything the world could throw at it. He instinctively tried to pull away but his hand would not budge. He was stuck. He tried to pull it away. Using as much strength as he could muster. But his hand and fingers were stuck there as if with glue. But it was not enough. More and more energy from the tree formed around his hand. An enormous amount. Suddenly without warning the energy shocked into his body. He screamed and was sent flying back the tens of feet to the well where he fell in hitting the bottom unconscious.