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The ache in his bones woke him from the deepest hibernation, a moon of scarlet shining its eerie glow upon the surface of his flesh. He went to rise but found himself standing already, surrounded by concrete trees and admonished silence. Not a soul dared chirp when the hunter was on the prowl.
He lowered himself into the foliage of stone and steel, grasping firmly the spear of etched bone that had always been there. Distantly, he could hear it. The hunter stalked the blood moon, claiming the silent souls that feared reprisal. When they were taken, there were no screams and hollers, only the fearful quiet.
It came closer. It came this way. He crouched in wait, to ambush the hunter, he would not hide.
The skull of bleached white emerged from the jungle with eyes full of primal fire, its horns tall and twisted, the body of a man beneath. It knew no subtlety, none would dare to face the hunter, and thus each step came with a finality that signalled the end.
He waited. It walked. He pounced.
The spear of bone tore through crisp air and made contact with the flesh of the hunter, carving a slice into its arm and spilling the yellow glow of metabolic fire. A great bellow of rage shook the trees, collapsing many, as the hunter raised its claws and struck back against the impudent one.
They danced in the light of a scarlet moon, trading blows that brought the cowering denizens to uncover their eyes. The jungle came alive with noise, rising from a low hum to the whoops and hollering of beasts. The hunter's fury was wild and unchained, primal strength threatening to overwhelm him at any moment, and he pushed back with strength he did not know he had.
The yellow stains turned gold in the light of the moon, and with a last clash they fell back, meeting eyes in the middle of the new clearing, and then he gazed down at the puddle beneath his feet. Bleached white bone greeted him, with eyes of primordial flame and long, straight horns.
I am Inferi.
24-Sep-2015 23:30:09
