Fright and Terror

[Heero 4092]

This post is a continuation to this series of posts:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile in a realm severed from the descendants' plane of existence an worn Elf amply dashes through the rough foliage. For a brief moment, times of a simpler, more peaceful place flash before the racer's eyes. Visions teased him - reminders of days when he would entertain himself with a book beside a soothing hearth or bathe in the rays of a warm yellow sun; Days in which he did not spend his waking moments entranced with fear; Times when his heart knew rest and did not leap from his chest. Abruptly his moment of day-dreaming was painstakingly cut short.

 

Bare branches reached out and lashed at his limbs mercilessly as the Elf raced by. Their thorns raking into his skin and muddied rags. Frantically the Elf looked back, his face pale and layered with trepidation. Unphased by the pain as a greater threat shadowed not far behind. Absolute fright reflected from the Elf's glazed eyes as he made a sharp corner. Without a second to waste the Elf kneeled and slid into a briar of thorns and leaves. As his chassis was consumed and concealed by the shrubbery the Elf dared not to move an inch. His muscles contorted and froze. His jaw latched shut and it seemed as if his lungs collapsed - fearing the air itself. His chest was burgeon with agony as he self-declined the privilege of catching his breathe.

 

 

The means for his terror finally passed by the Elf's hiding spot. An Eldritch creature frolic by on its hind legs. Jagged claws jet out from its torso and its tips were painted in a crusted crimson. Sweat poured from his front, still dazed from the loss of blood he suffered from the creature in their previous encounter that morning. Still the sight shook the Elf to his core. His muscles were locked even firmer. He was blessed that the creature appeared to have lacked a noise or any means of comprehending smell. Finally after a considerate amount of time had passed since the beast escaped from the Elf's sight and not a sound was heard the wayfarer wriggled his way free from his prison laced with thorns.

 

Clutching at his side the interloper limped away from the site. He held onto the bark of the twisted and deformed trees. A sigh of relief blew from the Elf's pained chest as his terror had subsided.

 

Fate was cruel, all too cruel. Upon reaching a clearing in the timberland his heart pounced from his chest and lodged itself in his throat. One arm fell in defeat, the other falling to the primitive stone dirk tied to his side; only forced by sheer muscle memory.

 

 

The beast stood at the center of the glade. Its rows of jagged teeth fanning into a grim, malevolent smile. Horns winking at the interloper.

[oblivionsbane 714]

Nice story!

[Tsuyose 3285]

Carry on my wayward son.

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.