(http://www.topdesignmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/452-600x372.jpg)<br/>The Norther Woods<br/>Day one (Sc - Gi)<br/>Tagged: Linell<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The path that was five feet in width barely made way for this creature. The beast looked to be as tall as a standing bear, and it moved awkwardly, as if it's knees were broken, or bent to the side and backwards. It was still over 100 feet away, still the barrelling sound that it made as it walked shook the ground and defiled the ears; and, still it was too far away to make out clearly. It screeched loudly as the first arrow hit it, and paused for a moment in a particularly dark section of the woods. This demon grunted and softly purred out a vile hiss, the quieter version of it's just prior screech. It started to shake itself, and nudge into the thick bramble off of the trail. Loud snapping sounds a quieter russle could be heard as the large demon dissappeared from sight.<br/><br/>It's breathe was stubborn and heavy. It's steps were slow, but it drew ever closer to Linell. Branches, twigs, and young trees alike were trampled and tossed to the side. This demon was forcing itself through a patch of the forest that was thick with thorn and bramble. Irritated by it's forced path, The demon combined it's two sounds and grunted out a screech. The noise that resulted was the chugging spit of a broken engine, gaskets fuming, fuel with out proper tubing, hissing out of the pipes and up against the hot engine block. Avoiding Linell's arrows was proving to be a troublesome task.