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- howdy you two, y´all look weary have you been hunting? No? You two want to know why I´m asking? Well something hunts in the mist, not sure what exactly, but it´s one mean... How do I know? Let me tell you a tale from ten years back. we traveled a lot mostly camping, but sometime we would go out hunting. I was settling at with fire with my wife admiring the passing winds and somber tone of spring.
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- after awhile a wild buck walked into camp with curiosity, when I reached for my gun it ran. My wife with a hint of pure fear started loading the special silver into her granddad´s pistol. ask her why , she just ask me to grab my gun we were about to hunt.
- after awhile we were hunting a buck the size of which was unmatched, and antler of pure white. we were enjoying the scenery of foggy weather, even while at a quicken paste. as if she were possessed my wife started running ahead chanting the same phrase ¨antlers as white as snow, be cautious to those you know¨ . Traveling through the heap of mist, I was quick to lose my much more athletic wife. by the time I stopped to catch my breath, the tree had taken her and I was left with nothing more than some empty boot prints.
- I was now weary to the long limb of the tree that seem to sway as if to grab me and pull towards them, but strangely enoughthe silence that surrounded had put me on the spot as if the forest was all ears. I was falling back into a state of comfort until the sounds of loud bang piercing the forest, as if to stoke my undying feel of unease a loud guttural scream not one belonging to a human boomed through the trees.
- utilizing little more than worn prints, the results of my actions befuddled me. There were tracks yes, but they ended at a mouth of a cave, I thought it was strange why would my wife chase someone to a cave, even more perplexing her gun laying on the ground near a sleeping log. shaking the thoughts out of my mind, I reached for her sidearm; but it was warn , even with leather gloves I could feel the heat radiating off it.
- it was sudden , my wife´s voice echoing down the cave bumpy walls and into my ears with a following ring as my mind halts to process. I moved to raise my shotgun, and stopped to my wife's words ¨leave it hun, you don´t wish to scare it do you¨.
- I didn´t adhere to her, I unloaded the slugs. I had loaded before and slip some buckshot in the tube. I don´t really know when I started moving through the darkness, but to put it into words it was no better than moving through the fog outside cloudy, air heavy, constant feeling of calmness and unease. I moved with diligents and my shotgun on my right shoulder, but I didn´t quite expect the thing waiting for me. there in the illumination of the lantern, was what was left of the wife I held so dear. She bared tattered clothes as if the were worn for thousand of millennia and a skeleton that wore a stunning pair of antlers as if made from fresh bone..
- step after step the creature approached, and soon firing my first shot. The pellets bouncing off the surfaces in the cave filled me a sense terror you can only find in regret. Like if it were clockwork, The creature howl a scornful battle cry as it charged. I tried to fire a second shot off, but before I had the courage to pull the hair trigger. I was struck through my heavy coat falling to the ground with a heavy clatter. My gun laid a few feet away, I tried to get up to possibly have a chance of recovery. The thing was quick to notice my attempt, but it didn´t account for my bag absorbing the blow.
- turning with adrenaline as my guide, I had fired two more shells into the thing. It had been damaged before this confrontation, bearing six holes that had already been wearing it down. The pellets land themselves into the creature had harmed it, producing a pain snarl. It ran deeper into the dark, so I grab the most important items that leaked from my bag. I loaded the slug shells, and back up to the mouth of the cave all the while inhuman growls emitted from the depths. I would have ran, but near the edge camp laid a hidden path containing the one person I sought out for my wife.
- my wife was fairly injured, but my guess is that the abomination took a few from her and ran while still having a tail to turn. I ask you watch yourself out there, some thing are not to be hunted.
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