✒breathing in the smoke as I stand in the mist. I listen to the creature stalking me. Its dead eyes lock onto mine and I know it wants to kill and that it lives for nothing else. The thing restlessly flaps its tattered wings. It dislikes my stare but it has no fear as it approaches me reaching out to my frigid body with a hand made of three hooked dark claws aching to rip into my flesh.
