For sleepyscholar
6 April 2020 09:24 am[The trail of blood and bodies was obvious and easy to follow, but like the dying, wounded animal he was, Dimitri had crawled into one of the old first floor rooms at the monastery to curl up and finally die. He'd dropped his spear by the door, the handle getting caught on something, maybe the doorframe itself, and tumbling out of his hand unnoticed. He could taste blood as he curled up on his side, a gloved hand pressed to his shoulder. Even through the metal plating and thick leather, he could feel the warmth, his own blood, his life, seeping out between his fingers.
A fitting end, he thought bitterly, a beast finally overrun by the vermin it hunted.]
A fitting end, he thought bitterly, a beast finally overrun by the vermin it hunted.]