The sick snap of bone was deadened by the vast sea of trees. Wet slopping and slurping would turn most stomach.
A man or possibly a beast knelt on the leaf covered earth, hunched over a pile of red leaves.
No, not leaves.
Slowly disappearing into the horned creatures wretched mouth were the remains of a former solider. His uniform folded neatly to the side while chunks of flesh were shoved into the blood covered demons face. He munched on and on, gnawing bone down to nothing. Even after he licked the gore from clawed fingers, he could still feel the crave for more.
Eyes scanned the tree's, nodding at some unheard words.
He was a guardian to this place, even if his appearance and actions were hellish.
Spryte had struck a deal long ago with the Grove, and he was simply upholding his end of the bargain.
The man had abandoned his former life, right down to his name. In turn, he was alive today. Even if that meant the painful growth of antlers and the unending hunger. A hunger that could only be sated by the command of the Grove itself.
The man wiped away what blood was left on his hand with damp leaves before pulling the confederate uniform on. Hands smoothed over the shirt and jacket before he went to examine himself in the pool at the Groves center. It'd do.
With one final glance towards the shimmering surface of water, he set off towards Cheyenne, and if all went according to the Groves will, his next meal.
A man or possibly a beast knelt on the leaf covered earth, hunched over a pile of red leaves.
No, not leaves.
Slowly disappearing into the horned creatures wretched mouth were the remains of a former solider. His uniform folded neatly to the side while chunks of flesh were shoved into the blood covered demons face. He munched on and on, gnawing bone down to nothing. Even after he licked the gore from clawed fingers, he could still feel the crave for more.
Eyes scanned the tree's, nodding at some unheard words.
He was a guardian to this place, even if his appearance and actions were hellish.
Spryte had struck a deal long ago with the Grove, and he was simply upholding his end of the bargain.
The man had abandoned his former life, right down to his name. In turn, he was alive today. Even if that meant the painful growth of antlers and the unending hunger. A hunger that could only be sated by the command of the Grove itself.
The man wiped away what blood was left on his hand with damp leaves before pulling the confederate uniform on. Hands smoothed over the shirt and jacket before he went to examine himself in the pool at the Groves center. It'd do.
With one final glance towards the shimmering surface of water, he set off towards Cheyenne, and if all went according to the Groves will, his next meal.
