As the beast howled in the darkness, shadows and plague spread fear into all mortals bearing witness. The crooked hostile creature stood hunched, its dripping fangs and corrupt eyes remained hidden, cloaked in shadow and fog. Reality seemed to slow down as though shards of numbing glass trickled down my spine, tearing into me almost like a painless death. With fear and adrenaline pouring through my body I almost felt completely empty and disorientated, sick with terror yet still ready, ready for the beast to make a move. I led my petrified, rigid fingers to my belt, my sense of touch felt transparent and hollow. Wrapping my cold, brittle fingers around my swords handle i was prepared, or so I thought.
The abomination lifted its head, its poisoned eyes and petrifying, lifeless stare caused me to plummet to the ground in complete terror. Its head tilted as it snuffled the cold winter air, as if it had caught onto my scent. I lay paralysed in the thick deep snow, my senses engu