Thread:SpiritedDreaming/@comment-24857712-20180712124300/@comment-24857712-20190902200853

(Sorry fell asleep writing this)

I just wanted to leave this here out of boredom. Feel free to critique me if ya want.\

"Dammit! Where is he?!"

The rebel huntsman cursed to himself as he frantically trudged through knee deep water. He was originally assigned to safeguard some supplies on the way to one of their camps. Hard work, yes. But the satisfaction in seeing more people beg for their lives was enough for him, so he did his job and a damn good one at that.

Until 'that' happened.

As it turns out, the cargo was being tailed.

He stopped to catch his breath at a tree after running for so long. As he rested, thoughts of revenge festered his mind.

"I'll kill him .... I'll kill that bastard!" he said to himself, a small grin forming on his face.

It didn't take long for him before a pair of dull blue eyes dropped to his vision from above.

"Anymore of that and you might as well be eaten by Grimm."

(part 2 comin up)