Forage For The Flesh.

The devious verdure finally welcomed the impetuous peace as the scheming moons released their clutches beyond the looming terrene. The varmints creased out of their burrows, and the wretched beasts coiled from their grottos. To once again roam these tarnished gardens of desecration.

The obtuse serenity was once more disturbed by the howling horrors of the very same creatures, for they too commence their hunt for flesh and bones.

And so did Vincent.

As such, an unfortunate prey stumbled upon his wake.

The beast was legged of the sorts, four-legged to be exact, with shimmering tusks unwinding from its maw, and with protrusions hemming from its stony hide. Resembling that of a boar but with hideous proportions, the horrid creature pulled itself out of the ambiguity and encroached upon them.

“Finally found something,” Vincent raised the lantern up above, illuminating the darkness therein. “Kirsa, I am counting on you.”

“Y…es,” Kirsa nodded in hesitation.