No Sleep Tonight

a beast of uneven proportions seemed to glide along the recently awakened flora--crudely alabaster threads clinging desperately to a savage carcass hoisted upon svelte stilts. this magnificent display of hidden power lay beneath the safety of a misfortuned doe, amputated and de-organed only to be slung over the man as a poncho. incongruous gems ravaged the scarred hills in search of any portrayal of company. the wolves of alacritis seemed to hoard everything of malevolence in this one area, racking the terrain and riddling it with stains of the past. flooded mind was caught in the search for company when a slighted paw struck the soft cords of a nose. thinly chiseled maw glanced between his legs before scoffing, please, maeva. watch your head. i need to concentrate. he would then kick the doe's obscenely decaying head further under his chest before continuing toward a silhouette off into the distance.