'Why is the deer running?' The man thought to himself. The deer had moved like a stone skipped across the surface of a lake, its hooves barely kissing the parched earth before it launched its leg. Furious audacity it was, and a strange one indeed. It was a hit or miss puzzle, but the man had realized the deer had run from something he was afraid of. Something far more nasty the man couldn't imagine. Just when the nightmare had barely ended—it starts again where it left off.
Across the horizon of the hollow scarlet ember painted sky, a sound had just erupted above the forest fog. The vibration is strong and it's roaring through the silence, breaking, and shattering the stillness of the dead trees. The echoes of the sound impact the life ending dirge to the man's soul.
"What is that!?" The man caught off guard and turned his head on to the back, searching where it was coming from. Turning his body left, right, opposites, back and forth, still caught nothing to be seen by his own pupil. Until.
A larger silhouette had appeared from the mist and finally touched the sight of his eye. It's a big shadow across the fog. Made a wide jagged, blackened 'M' broad shape. The crows of the forest have left from their nest and reunited to the sky by the scream of a roaring beast. A sound so strong, the man had just covered his ear with both of his hands. While terrified, he bent his knees and made him fall to the ground by just the roaring agony of fate.
When the gray shroud disappeared, the beast appeared. The beast had a rib that had been torn open, membrane that cutted with red blood, and wings that weren't feathered, but stretched taut over elongated bone, a living skin unfurled like a tattered funeral shroud. It is strong enough to strike a shiver to the man's body by just looking at it. It's crawling to the man's sight, the bloodthirsty eye tells the hinder, the deep hunger of the beast for every living being it could find in the forest.
'Is this the end?' —The man's final cry.
The bat beast eager with its elongated bones and shoving him to him, facing directly just 3 inches away from the man's forehead. The man's eyes were swollen. Shiver's trembling body while suffocated by the lumping mud on the ground cannot hide the dense feeling of fear this man had. He closed his eyes, squeezing it, and hardly accepting there was no going back. It's the end of his fate.
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'What? The beast was close, nothing happened?'
while trenching, accepting his fate. But a miracle happened soon after. The beast had been turning his head above, and below to the ground and pointing its ear to every possible direction it could hear his prey. But it couldn't find it.
'Is his searching for something, I'm in front of..' "her-" ,The man realized a bit of sound he was making and the beast was toeing through the silence again, looking and noticing him straight. The broad bat had realized the direction of his pursuit for where his prey was. A sudden hit to the stomach but he takes the chance. Realizing a stone nearby from his hand in the muddy dirty ground, a rock became his hero of his day.
Who wonders, with his left arm and a stretch of his leg, he grabs the rock until it fits to the palm of his hand, and throws it to a nearby tree on his left, he tosses it off to the branches until the branches fall off. It became an immediate signal of sound that was sent to the beast. It grabbed his attention and reacted as soon the sound left off.
The beast snatched the trees, cut it in half with a fang to its mouth. It eats the tree, suffocates and breaks it into tiny little pieces until it has nothing left to see. The man opened up his mouth with a wide open eye and mouth, amazed by the powerful mighty monster, but terrified at the same time. Soon, the man realized a bit of hope.
'This is my chance' He pushed off the damp earth, moving slowly with his two legs, and deliberate grace like walking on glass. He tries to be quiet on every step he takes. It went fine, the man had been eight meters away from the beast's knee. Until,
a sudden crack echoed.
An accident, splitting branches that he had intended to use for his weaponry just made a noticeable sound. His first weaponry, a friend he thought had turned against him. The beast had turned over to the direction the crack had echoed, went straight to the angle of the sound and triggered the bad fate for him once and for all.