It smelled dead. It had to be dead. The dark presence quickened it's pace, in pursuit of me, as I ran through the woods. Leaves barely hung on their branches as the waxing moon spilt through the almost naked, wooden figures. I lept over tree roots and ducked under low hanging limbs. Blood that did not belong to me crusted on my face. Looking over my shoulder periodically, I only found the hooded creature had gained more ground. Suddenly, I was on my knees, hard. The feeling of cold mud seeped through my already torn jeans, stinging my cuts and scrapes. I looked to see the culprit of my fall; a solitary tree root. The predator's scent snapped my attention back to the problem at hand. I turned around quickly, still in my kneeling, vulnerable position. I was able to crawl into a clearing hoping the moonlight would protect me; for she always protected her own.
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