Griffith slowly regarded his surroundings. He had been caught unaware by a hunter's trap and was now stuck in a pit. This pit was covered in bones of animals that had been quickly cut down by some skilled person, and it also looked as if there were a few human bones in the mess as well.
After a full hour of trying and trying to escape by scaling the dirt wall, little Griffith of 7 years old had finally given up. He did not have to be an adult to know that there was little hope of him being rescued, he already knew that no one in their right minds would stop to aid a straggly boy like he. Especially since he had lied to that village down the road, and got run out of town for being, what did they call him, a brat!
The little snow blue blonde had decided that even if it was some maniac's trap that he'd most likely be safer with him that with some other animal that had just fallen into the pit. And if he wasn't mistaken, it was a fierce looking wolf.
"Ummm. Nice wolf, don't notice me wolf, I can't be to healthy, huge...yellow eyed.... snarling wolf.." Griffith stammered as the wolf quickly set it's eyes on the boy and with a huge snarl, leaped to attack him.
Griffith cowered in fear, thinking that today was his last. He didn't notice the wolf's pained cry, nor the blood that splattered upon his own face. None of these things did he become aware of untill a makeshift ladder was pushed into the pit and a tall, lanky man of 20 quickly scrambled down to survey the damage.
"Hey, boy..." The hunter blinked slowly, his eyes taking in the whimpering Griffith, "or girl,... you alright?"
Griffith slowly raised his head, and wiped the tears away that threatened to stain his face. His wide blue eyes took in the man in front of him... Dark brown hair, with odd looking green eyes, and a small, hastily trimmed beard lined the man's face.
And then, before Griffith even knew what he was doing. He reached his hands out and gripped the man's shirt, and quietly demanded not to be outright killed.
The hunter looked startled at the boy, yet quickly smiled. Cute boy, he thought, as he surveyed the child. Looks like a star was born the same day he was.
Krylancelo: Not too bad, I say...
I do not own Berserk, and I think this isn't to bad for my first Berserk fiction, now is it?
After a full hour of trying and trying to escape by scaling the dirt wall, little Griffith of 7 years old had finally given up. He did not have to be an adult to know that there was little hope of him being rescued, he already knew that no one in their right minds would stop to aid a straggly boy like he. Especially since he had lied to that village down the road, and got run out of town for being, what did they call him, a brat!
The little snow blue blonde had decided that even if it was some maniac's trap that he'd most likely be safer with him that with some other animal that had just fallen into the pit. And if he wasn't mistaken, it was a fierce looking wolf.
"Ummm. Nice wolf, don't notice me wolf, I can't be to healthy, huge...yellow eyed.... snarling wolf.." Griffith stammered as the wolf quickly set it's eyes on the boy and with a huge snarl, leaped to attack him.
Griffith cowered in fear, thinking that today was his last. He didn't notice the wolf's pained cry, nor the blood that splattered upon his own face. None of these things did he become aware of untill a makeshift ladder was pushed into the pit and a tall, lanky man of 20 quickly scrambled down to survey the damage.
"Hey, boy..." The hunter blinked slowly, his eyes taking in the whimpering Griffith, "or girl,... you alright?"
Griffith slowly raised his head, and wiped the tears away that threatened to stain his face. His wide blue eyes took in the man in front of him... Dark brown hair, with odd looking green eyes, and a small, hastily trimmed beard lined the man's face.
And then, before Griffith even knew what he was doing. He reached his hands out and gripped the man's shirt, and quietly demanded not to be outright killed.
The hunter looked startled at the boy, yet quickly smiled. Cute boy, he thought, as he surveyed the child. Looks like a star was born the same day he was.
Krylancelo: Not too bad, I say...
I do not own Berserk, and I think this isn't to bad for my first Berserk fiction, now is it?