Are you scared of the dark?
T
he red skinned man remained silent while he listened in that utter darkness. A terrible crawling thing, it snaked and crept around his ankles, up his legs. Lowering his crimson eyes, it took Ramses only a moment to realize that is was a fog that tickled his skin.Realizing the grey cloud had suddenly appeared and was now sliding through the trees, the coyote’s ears flattened against his skull. It was a peculiar sensation, that fog slithering past him, enveloping him in a cool, damp blanket. The stallion was from the desert, he’d never seen this sort of phenomenon and he found it fascinating. However, the sound that follows the strange mist is one Ramses was all too familiar with.
Screaming echoes around him, a noise that plagues his nightmares from those he's inflicted pain upon himself. Tilting his head, the coyote listens intently, ears swivelling this way and that.
Knowing the importance of waiting, the predator stands utterly still, the fog only growing thicker. He doesn’t fear the silvery vapor but his heart beats faster as the wailing continues. The unknown feeling of being closed in, suffocated, does not deter him and he remains still. Voices trap him and yet, the coyote’s face wrinkles in a snarl.
"Show yourselves,"the man demands, those words laced in annoyance, his teeth bared.
Ramses didn’t take these sorts of tricks kindly, he knew better than to fall for such things when he’s been taught to ignore the deceptive mirages littering the sands. And now, he stands in the midnight wood, surrounded by phantoms and he is nothing but pissed.
"So much for the damsel in distress," Ramses mutters as his frown deepens and the shrieking grows louder.
Ramses decides to stay.
