58 The thing with sharp teeth (1/2)

Deep down, they knew that they should never have followed that strange man into that place that was devoided of music and festivities.

But that candied hawthorn was something that they so desire to have. It was as if there was a slight chance they would be given a small nibble of the sweets.

The mist in the forest became denser as it time went on. All was quiet that one could hear the leaves rustling by the light breeze nearby. This place was as an eternal purgatory where souls lost in limbo would meander around, never finding their way and never reincarnating, slowly they would dissipate, and become nothing all together.

It was a wonder why people dare not enter so deeply. It was said that untamed lands meant that lands were not sacred and it symbolized the roaming spirits and creatures that were free to wander around.

This was why no one would think of setting up a new home in uncharted lands, and would never move far away from a place their ancestors have lived for generations.

Far away, there were strange sounds of low growls and howling. It seemed that the forest itself was alive, and all the creatures living within them were just part of a self-sufficient system. Without the need of the outsiders who occasionally came in and out of the forest.

Prowling about, were creatures that had the hunter's instinct. It could sense the breaths of creatures close to it. Right now, it sensed the presence of breath within its territory. Feeling violated at the intrusion, it made a dash for the intruder, its four paws scarcely touching the ground as it ran swiftly.

Xue'er only felt a wind pass by before there was a terrible pain in her neck. Her eyes opened with shock. Those amber gray eyes resembled those of a beast, as she looks toward the place where the shadow of the creature that attacked her disappeared.

She could scarcely make out the soft fuzzy outline of the creature, as it darted into the brush at lightning speeds.

”Uh.” Xue'er let out a groan, as she touched her hand to the place where she felt the pain. Looking at the hand, she saw her own blood, a thick, yet dark liquid that did not seem to be of a normal human being. Her blood had the consistency of porridge. Strangely, the blood was not warm at all.

Xue'er could feel the place that the creature had sunk its teeth into. Normally speaking, that creature should have had her blood in its jaws as it tore into her neck.

Yet, it scurried away so quickly after it made that bite.

Xue'er knew that as of now, a major artery had been severed, and all the blood that her heart was pumping would not course through her body any longer, now, all that blood was gushing out like a beautiful crimson red river, onto the ground where it had been dyed red.