HeartOfTheDarkness
Promise Nothing, Deliver Less
- Joined
- Jun 8, 2012
Johnathan ran through the forest with a pack of lycans casing him. He had been hired to hunt the monsters of the forest in order to protect the neighboring towns and villages, but he never expected things to go this bad.
The forest use to be a nicer place to visit. Sure, there were still dangerous creatures in the forest, but they were a little more gentle and less likely to attack for no reason. Legend has it though that a sorcerer built a home in the village and fed off the life forces of the wildlife in the forest. Once they all died out, darker creatures began to rise in their place. Now the forest has become a dangerous place to travel. Merchants fear leaving their homes, children aren't allowed to play outside anymore. Everyone lived in fear of the forest of beasts.
Johnathan remembered back when the forest was still peaceful. He played in the area as a young boy, and hunted creatures for sport as a young man. Now he hunts for his life, and that seems to be failing. Whenever a lycan got too close to him, he'd throw a knife and kill the nearest one. It slowed them down a bit, but he'll eventually run out. And if not, he'll get tired and they'll catch up to him. He knew his end was approaching, but it was too soon for him. There was so much he wanted to do, and it was now about to be cut short when a root caught his foot and he tripped.
The forest use to be a nicer place to visit. Sure, there were still dangerous creatures in the forest, but they were a little more gentle and less likely to attack for no reason. Legend has it though that a sorcerer built a home in the village and fed off the life forces of the wildlife in the forest. Once they all died out, darker creatures began to rise in their place. Now the forest has become a dangerous place to travel. Merchants fear leaving their homes, children aren't allowed to play outside anymore. Everyone lived in fear of the forest of beasts.
Johnathan remembered back when the forest was still peaceful. He played in the area as a young boy, and hunted creatures for sport as a young man. Now he hunts for his life, and that seems to be failing. Whenever a lycan got too close to him, he'd throw a knife and kill the nearest one. It slowed them down a bit, but he'll eventually run out. And if not, he'll get tired and they'll catch up to him. He knew his end was approaching, but it was too soon for him. There was so much he wanted to do, and it was now about to be cut short when a root caught his foot and he tripped.