Hunter Tales: Trolls

Morning time in a beautiful but strangely quiet forest, there were many trees of various sizes, and each tree stretched far and wide to absorb the rays of sunlight. There was also a dried-up six-foot-deep riverbed that stretched out towards the horizon. On the bottom of the river were stones, leaves, and twigs and a man who walked along the inside of it. The man stood tall at six foot three; he had a lanky body but, every step he took caused the stones underneath his feet to be crushed; his complexion was that of a cocoa bean, his pupils were amber, and his hair was dreaded and reached past his shoulders. He held his hair together into a high ponytail with a piece of thick twine. He wore a blue short-sleeved t-shirt, a pair of black faded jeans that were held up by a white leather belt with a buckle of brass and a pair of black steeled toed combat boots. He had three long and jagged scars that went down across his right eye and ended at his chin; walking along, the man looked at his surroundings in relative awe, a loud feral roar echoed throughout the quiet woods. The man stared down the path and squatted down into a runner's start position, and then like a flash, he ran down the river leaving behind him a trail of glass