Raven's heart was hyperventilating, swarms of butterflies soared in her stomach, and her limbs trembled quickly. "Oh no, that beast is gonna kill me," cried Raven in her mind. But when Raven turned around to see her killer, she saw not a monster. But a man, his face was filled with deep bloodfilled cuts. Tsunamis of blood immensely poured down his face and waterfalled down to the ground. Raven gazed at his vastly long hair that hanged bellow his head, though it wasn't royally groomed, there was a violently giant sized bald spot on the side of his head. With a lake of blood rising from his skin. By this time she could sense how hurt he was, how his pupils trembled, how tears rolled down his cheeks with his blood. And how he held a sword handle with no blade. "Listen you have to get out of here now," said the man. "There is a beast lurking in these grounds."1209Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfa5rGjOHQT
Raven looked at the man's claw forged scratches on his face, and his violently torn locks. These battle torn scars told the story of the beast's power. "You don't understand, I've locked eyes with this beast, I've seen it's vast power," said Raven. "I've seen ordinary blades tried to end it's life and fail, you are underestimating it."
"Don't worry, we're sending all of our soldiers out to bring this; thing to justice," said the man trying to sound calm. Raven glanced at the man's royal armored white vest, she saw a slash trail it's way across his chest and stomach. But no blood poured out. Though his vest protected him from the fierce power of the beast, his thighs didn't. There was no trail of torn flesh on his legs, there was no scratch mark.
But a stab wound, there was four stab wounds on each thigh making a sqaure. Like a fountain, blood spilled out into the open world, staining his dark blue pants. Raven knew who merked this man, she knew it was no human who did this.
No sword dug a hole in his thighs so wide, no spear tore his flesh and muscle so easily. No dagger cut his face open so many times, and no human pulled a chunk out of his dark black locks so voilently. "Tell me, where did you get so many wounds," asked Raven.
"There is no time for explanation, the beast might smell our/ your fear, we/ you must run right now all the way to safety", said the man.
Raven was about to deny all of his words, but no voice spoke from her lungs when she saw those purple eyes. The same purple eyes who stared upon the wrath of war without flinching, the purple eyes who gazed upon beings in pain. Begging for help, without a tear roll down its cheak. Raven saw the same shackles constricting it's wrists.
The man tried to keep his cool, but flinched when it took a step closer to them. The beast held a blade in his hand, there was no handle, just the blade. "I's been locked in darkness underground for a longsome time boss, said the beast to the man. "I's known no freedom for a longsome time boss."
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