Shadowstalker

The night was clear, but the moon was at its lowest point, so only keen eyes could penetrate the darkness of the wood as Seraile passed through it, like a shadow, his foot landing hitting the ground, making as much noise as if on a bed of feathers, his body melting into the darkness around it, the stench he could smell was unbearable, the sulphurous sweet smell of rotting flesh, and there he saw it, a hulking figure, taller than a man, its muscles knotted beneath its dark skin, it’s hair hanging around it’s wide shoulder in greasy knots, a large cruel barbed b