Leaves swirled around me as if I were in the middle of a cyclone. A slow burn began in the depths of my belly, radiated outwards, and crept down the length of my arms. The ground below me shot out bright bursts of blinding light. Behind Barrett hung a large looking glass framed in gold, which reflected an image of a hideous hunter laced with numerous scars. Red tally marks appeared and disappeared one by one, a chilling indicator of all the immortal lives he had claimed. A silver sword unseen by the regular eye was slung across his back and the lies he had told me over the years dripped off him.
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Great description of this man!
ReplyDeleteWow, what a fierce description!
ReplyDeleteLoved the lies dripping off him!
ReplyDeleteThe lies dripped off him? That is an incredible, incredible image and I love your writing style!
ReplyDelete"the lies he had told me over the years dripped off him. " I love that!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like my kind of story.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure I don't like Barrett ;)
ReplyDeleteVery powerful and intriguing!
ReplyDeleteWow I am totally intrigued! The description of the Hunter is simply captivating.
ReplyDeleteWow that's intense!
ReplyDeleteLove the magical image of the lies dripping off of him. Great visual!
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery in this!
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