The sky had just began to brighten with the sun not yet peeking over the horizon. Osias laid flat on the ground which was covered with a thin layer of snow and ice. He rested his crossbow on the fallen tree in front of him and steadied his breath. This part of the woods was usually a good spot to hunt for some breakfast: a squirrel, a raccoon, anything that would pass by. The morning was the best time to hunt since the demons seemed to be more active once the sun had set. Osias waited patiently without moving for what may have been the better half of an hour before his tufted ear twitched.
"Who's out there?!" Osias's voice had power and a bit of smokeiness to it. He knew the sound he heard wasn't that of a small creature. Someone or something was approaching. When no one responded, Osias tightened his grip on the trigger of his crossbow. "I'm not gonna ask you again! Now respond or die!"
"Who's out there?!" Osias's voice had power and a bit of smokeiness to it. He knew the sound he heard wasn't that of a small creature. Someone or something was approaching. When no one responded, Osias tightened his grip on the trigger of his crossbow. "I'm not gonna ask you again! Now respond or die!"