Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-99.184.74.157-20191103050742/@comment-34904368-20191103123110

I was hungry. Sprinting hundreds of miles was easy, but I needed sustenance. Seeing the iron gates of a graveyard nearby, I tore the iron gates off their hinges and flung the, aside. Immediately, my massive claws ripped pounds of soil out of the way of a buried body, which I masticated.

Not four bodies into my feast, voices, human voices, came from nearby. I shrunk behind a crypt in light of this new disturbance.

Half a dozen humans with strange features came bounding up the path towards by feast. I saw one immediately throw up at the sight of mangled corpses, but the rest of them rushed in. One with cat-like features and two tails with a long spear stalked in.

In one swift motion, I dived from beneath the tombstone’s cover and bolted, rending iron spikes and powdering stone in my way as I made my way to what seemed like warmth. A series of small stone abodes in the distance with smoke coming from the top invited me. I crashed through a wooden section on a hinge, and rushed up multiple inclines until I reached a slope-ceilinged room with a funny “atik” name.

I curled up behind some boxes on the cold wood, and hibernated.

(to be continuted?)