05-20-2012, 02:58 PM
Red eyes...Cold-hearted breathing down his back...Talons like daggers sticking his sides.
Grunt woke up with a start, his throat was itching and dry and his head pounded heavily against his head. He checked his sides to make sure it was just a dream. For a moment, he just lay there, breathing hard and scared. He knew going back to sleep would trigger the same dream. So he decided to get up and try and put his mind towards other things. His muscles groaned as he stood up, and he had to hold onto a tree while they woke up. "Must get moving... Find a distraction." He said to himself. He breathed in deeply through his nose and look at the dark night sky. The moon was in full height. "Moon is high...Strange... Must be midnight...Yes it's midnight." He muttered.
Grunt walked, probably for an hour, but to him it felt like a minute. His head was still hurting, and him pounding it with his fist wasn’t helping, but he didn't know any better. He swallowed and his throat's dryness made him cough. He figure finding water would stop the coughing, so he kept moving, not like he would do anything else but keep moving.
The deep breathing down his back made him freeze. It was happening again, in a moment he would feel the pains in his sides as the claws sunk in. But no, instead a voice whispered in his ear; "There's no escape little grunt-" Grunt quickly covered his ears. "No, no, no, no, no..." He repeated. In fact he repeated it for so long he soon fell asleep again.
Grunt woke up with a start, his throat was itching and dry and his head pounded heavily against his head. He checked his sides to make sure it was just a dream. For a moment, he just lay there, breathing hard and scared. He knew going back to sleep would trigger the same dream. So he decided to get up and try and put his mind towards other things. His muscles groaned as he stood up, and he had to hold onto a tree while they woke up. "Must get moving... Find a distraction." He said to himself. He breathed in deeply through his nose and look at the dark night sky. The moon was in full height. "Moon is high...Strange... Must be midnight...Yes it's midnight." He muttered.
Grunt walked, probably for an hour, but to him it felt like a minute. His head was still hurting, and him pounding it with his fist wasn’t helping, but he didn't know any better. He swallowed and his throat's dryness made him cough. He figure finding water would stop the coughing, so he kept moving, not like he would do anything else but keep moving.
The deep breathing down his back made him freeze. It was happening again, in a moment he would feel the pains in his sides as the claws sunk in. But no, instead a voice whispered in his ear; "There's no escape little grunt-" Grunt quickly covered his ears. "No, no, no, no, no..." He repeated. In fact he repeated it for so long he soon fell asleep again.