I do not own the rights to the photo/art, but thought it was very cool and fitting. Okay, so I haven't posted anything for Six Sentence Sunday in awhile and felt like it's a good time to revisit my Howling Moon (click for the previous six sentence Sunday entry from Howling Moon).
The wet mist
splashed across her face, she raced through the damp forest dodging, jumping,
sliding under slashing limbs, broken branches and collapsed dead ends. Dying greens, vibrant oranges and violent
reds filled her path the forest was becoming dark even on the brightest of days
with each passing sunrise the forest sacrificed to the birth of winter. The ground under her feet moist and soft from
days of rain and the air chilled with the hint of snow in the near future but none
slowed her progress. The taste of fresh
blood and flesh on her tongue wet her appetite for more; her heart hungered for
another hunt. A hunt of a different sort,
the chase of a prey just as dangerous as she, ached for the adrenaline rush of pure
brutal violence. The blood lust given
only from pain as her heart raced and her mind questioned her reasons.
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