The Hunters Hindrance


The dim lit confines of the canopied forest merely served to increase The Hunters heart rate, making his presence throughout the dark tunnels, between patches of foliage all the more noticeable to any so happening observer. His ragged breathing scorched the night air, his tongue sticking out like the flag of an abandoned ship. teeth, dark as night and as unyielding a force as any real creature of predatory nature, bit harshly through flesh and ligament right down to the bone - splintering cracks shattered what remained of The Hunters shin. With what seemed to be eons of nothing but a ruining, wrenching pain, The Hunter gradually made his way over to the protective support of an ancient oak tree, boughs heavy with seed to fruit. He noticed the fine detail that the bark wrought over such a mighty trunk, the intricate swirls and whorls that came together in an amalgamation of a total pattern which seemed to change and sway before his eyes. He fell heavily and the pain from his tibia sent dull shockwaves reverberating down his spine, the pain was the last thing he noticed before the darkness, lingering at the corner of his eyes, stole over the last of his vision.

The incessant scratching at the back of his scalp was the greeting which prodded his incessant will into putting into motion the bodily machinations which would bring back around consciousness and some semblance of reanimation to his corpse like demeanor. His hand crept slowly towards his collar and viciously swept off the intruder onto the leaf strewn forest floor. The innocent twig snapped against one of the higher and thinner branches of the mighty tree, sending down a shower of tiny acorns. The Hunter levered his body up the tree trunk, gradually resting the majority of the strain upon his uninjured leg, and hopped a meager few steps before his leg was overbalanced by the dead steel weight of the trap, sending his leg crashing to the ground, his body immediately following it.

Now obvious obstacle of the trap would have to be removed with the utmost of care, The Hunter now saw, before any such venture of escape could be attempted. His will now hardened and set to a task, he examined the pitiless steel jaws and base of his inanimate captor for any chink in its carapace of frozen, icy, barren flesh. He eased his fingers round the swollen and now rotting flesh which outlined the half circle which had torn right through his flesh, feeling under and around the point which the jaws of the mechanism joined to the rest of the apparatus. Against all odds and chance, there was a divot that went through both the top and bottom jaws of the cruel trap. He started wedging the acorns into the divot, forcing it wider and wider with each added acorn. Just as the majority of the force from the trap changed its focus from the foot of The Hunter to the congregation of acorns, the acorns all were squished and broken, their remains spattering into the wound created by the monstrous instrument, sealed inside with a sickening thud as the raw power of the jagged burnished metal teeth snuck into the already eviscerated flesh.

The Hunter started (from his feverish and often pain touched state of exhaustion which would in other instances be called sleep) to the sound of the nighttime birdcalls and the creaking of trees all around him. After being foiled a previous 2 times in his escape plans, he was left with no other path to freedom. The Hunters will, however, would not let him go without doing everything within its own power to save its hosting body from such demise. As there was no other way, The Hunter reached to gather more acorns. He poured all of his remaining strength, and the last dregs of his formerly iron hard resolve, into the wedging of acorns into the tiny window, which could either lead to further pain, or potential freedom. The effort and the state of mind which was required for such repetitive, painful action, had such an effect upon the mind of The Hunter that he was not even a little surprised to see that his acorns had begun to harden into a shiny, silverfish substance. The iron strength of his will combined with the passion which The Hunter threw into his attempts to regain some chance to live after such an incident had caused his acorns so begin to peel, leaving their solid and unyielding bodies behind.
As The Hunter limped away, his only thoughts were as to how he could have doubted his self so fully in what would have surely been his last moments if he had given up at all, and the feelings which he felt amounted to not much more than a warm self gratitude and contentment.

By Josh

once again a former school work bit

this one was done completely high so lets get that feedback eh!