The sky fractured to all it's sorrounding, a clap of storm had just not wanting to stop appearing like a light show. It's light binding the forest into one single color of every flashing eyes inside the forest. It's crying won't stop, the water dashed a long the bushes and even cracking the branched trees. Snapping it into two. The sound of the man had just crumbled far beyond a human. He jumps from the beast chained moves like it's the last jump of his life.
It's appear, luck threw itself to it's side because fate tells it to do so. He threw himself behind the broad trunk of a brittle tree, like triger sprouting for a prey, his lungs is already burning as he exhaled heavily with a ragged breath, the adrenaline turning his blood to ice. Half second slower, he realized, it's his head and he be no more to see broad daylight.
The creature went relentless as he never stop searching, sniffing and turning his head back and forth. It's blindness cannot fake his real hunger for a warm blood. Through the crying forest, the man had just watched the beast bury its grotesque and snout into the mud where he had just been lying. The monster had just paused beyond his nose and it's tattered ears twitching. It catalogued his scent. The realization hit the man for a final physical blow. But the beast was highly intelligent, it can calculate and map the exact chemical signature the man odor.
The lightning just illuminating itself from the background jagged fork, revealing a sudden, high contrast focal point, a wooden hut that has a sharp triangle roof, made it look like a trap rather than a home. What is the inside of the hut? Witchcraft? Necromancer? or another demon? Yet, a muddy trail of human footprints led directly afterwords to the hut. It was depressing sorrow to take the trail, but it was the only thing that available.
'maybe I can get help' the man cried.
The path, had been broken by the nature that responsible for a pitch-black-ravine. Hearing the beast snarling againts him, the man didn't think twice, he threw himself to the dark void in a blind darkenss leaf of faith. The landing is the true irony of a savior into become one of the best symphony of breaking bone.
The impact of the bone crushing had just made structural changes to his body. He looked down to the angle of his knee then up the bloodthirsty sky through the crying rain, disbelief with his fate. He then saw his left hand wrenched completely backward from, dislocating itself from its anchor. His leg was worse—fractured into a horrific "S" curve that sent a blinding, white-hot error signal straight to his brain. The irony had stripped away his logic, his strategy and his silence grows a horrorific pain. The scream had just broke the sound barrier and it travels through the massive, membranous wings of the beast unfurled at the edge of the canyon. The hunt is finally over.