The Little Inn [Closed] Apr 20, 2014 13:37:52 GMT -6
Post by Ivan Sahale on Apr 20, 2014 13:37:52 GMT -6
"I will tear you apart"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
The howl of a beast or the cry of pain from a man covered in wounds, it did not matter because there was no difference between the two. He was a man of the forest, a wild beast raised to hunt, and kill all that stood in his way for the sake of survival; at least this is how it started not until a few years back when he became a hunter of men, a bounty hunter. It was this profession that had led to a series of events that ended with Ivan covered in blood, mud, and rain water; the hulking man stumbled through the darkness of the dense forest pushing, and ripping through the branches that blocked his path. As far as he was concerned on this stormy night he was out in the middle of nowhere, so when his one good eye spotted light in the distance at first he hesitated. Yet, deep down he knew it was worth risking it if he ended up finding some cabin he could raid for supplies with a firm grip on the broken cleaver he rushed through the wilderness with a limp to his step.
The silver haired man burst through the dense forest his eyes welcomed by not a cabin, but to his surprise an Inn...he was in such surprise at the find that he blinked a few times, perhaps he had lost too much blood that he was imagining things? No that was not the case, despite his wounds he was not in that bad a shape. The man approached the inn with some caution as he walked up the steps that led to the porch which connected itself to the entrance, in a very messy way he practically rammed the door open with a forceful push of his shoulder. Stumbling into the establishment the man looked around to his delight he saw no one; maybe everyone was in bed? Whatever the case this was good for him, he could get away with raiding this place. With his cleaver in his hand, and his other arm busy putting pressure on the wound that scarred his shoulder he wandered further into this seemingly empty inn.
Yet as he walked further in he felt faint, and dizzy his legs wobbled beneath him, with a heavy sigh the man shook his head trying to fight the feeling off but instead of succeeding he would fall onto the nearest table his upper body pushing the table on one end forcing himself to the ground. The man lay there his eyes barely open, his upper body littered in gashes, heavy bruising scattered throughout his figure, and his face. The heavy coat that he wore found itself littered with cuts, and punctures as well; needless to say the man was in terrible shape he had no way of recovering from this, he needed help. With what little strength he had left he held onto his cleaver ready to react to anything or anyone who may come too close, but then again not much he could do anyway.