Part Thirteen: New Malice

The gargoyle humanoids galloped almost on all fours, their snarling mouths and with pale eyes fixed on their prey, us. We knew that running was the only option, inbred survival instinct in all of mortal men. Yet how could we gain momentum in such a horrid place with burnt and intact corpses lying hidden on the burnt ashen ground where we trample? The gargoyles however clearly adapted to this world, this black jungle maintain speed on us as we suffer desperately to discover it.

It felt almost surreal to be running from a troop of these things, these strange ghastly grey humanoid gargoyles, as though I were running in a dream that was so consciously a reality I felt almost able to bend things to my accord. The more we scrimmaged ahead, the more faster these things gained on us, squealing and squawking in almost laughing means like hyena’s only more evil and deranged. Gaining on us so fast, denying our consciousness that they would be would on us, ripping and stripping us apart limb from limb while laughing and snickering at our feebleness. As we raced with pounding hearts, I know both our minds were consciously telling us that inevitably their speed would overpower ours, that it was all a game to them – the chase, and that we too would end up a bloody mess of desperate souls during from and with fear for an eternity in this god forsaken place.

The further Cook and I sped through this black forest of burnt yet intact remains of something wonderful that will never be again, the more dark smears of ash filled our bodies.
A group sprung down from the crisp trees above us, toppling down onto both me and Cook, and with courage and desperation we clawed and kicked free of them, but there were more of them pouncing onto us and before I knew it I was pinned down by four of them, each time I managed to fight one off another was on me.

It was until we neared a thick brush of set ash bushes that I thought, just maybe Cook and I would evade our hunters the way we had the shadow warriors and the black cloud entity when we entered this forgotten forest of ash fault statue remains. But then as with all my dreams and hopefulness before, something happened to break down the fundamental core of my hope when as we reached the brush a gargantuan dog like creature sprung over us, both Cook and myself skidding down to the ground as the beast landed down to the ground on its sharp clawed legs, releasing a loud roar. Both Cook and myself instantly froze, with even more fear – surrounded with no escape.

From behind this beast we watched as the swarm of gargoyles slid and skid around to escape it. but the beast roared aloud and snatched three of them in its giant jaws. Its fur was a sickly grey and brown, mange like. It seemed to be a giant wolf but standing almost four feet high and maliciously gnawing at the gargoyles, until it had nearly five in its mouth half chewed and torn by its teeth. We scrambled to our feet, our eyes fixed in total awe of this sight before us. It was mega, pure boasted evil, breathing the origins of fear as if the whole air around its monstrous mouth shook with fear of its power and malice. The means of how it literally plucked those gargoyle like creatures limb for limb terrified us like an electricity in our skin at the thought of what it could do to us. Then, snarling, it turned to face us.