This is only the beginning...

The body under his hand slumped into a pool of blood, drawing their last breath upon this plane of existence. Heavy breathing sounded through the dark and desolate room, the only light coming from a fractured window high above with tattered window coverings. The light flickered with each breeze that moved the tattered rags, allowing partial snow droppings to fritter from what used to be beautiful stained glass. Boots started to move along the hardened wood floor, creating sharp, yet dull, thuds that put shivers down the spine of any creatures that dared to lurk about.

“Come out, come out, little one.”

The sound of metal against wood, the sliding of a sword against the floor, created an eerie message of death. The soft jingle of armor brushing against other metal plates, followed by the swift soft sound of leather stretching and breathing underneath the metal plates, whispered that this being was, perhaps, alone in this endeavor.

“It’s time to come out and play.”

The grizzled, gruff voice of this being called out once more, wanting their prize for winning over defenseless bodies that now lay in ruin, being blessed only by delicate snowflakes. A rustling of fabric sounded, and the being turned their head towards where the sound had erupted from, a sinister smirk curling the thin, winter chapped lips of the being. A slow, deep breath escaped the being as the dragging of the sword suddenly stopped. The silence that followed seemed to only deafen clouded ears. Not a breath could be heard, yet the crisp mist leaving those same chapped lips spelled a dangerous intent.

A strike of light, and sound of splintering wood echoed through the hall, bouncing off of barren stone walls. Once a table that had been used for celebrations, hallowed traditions, and simple meals, was now split firewood. The chalices that had once been resting peacefully next to silvered plates were now scattered about the floor, creating clattering noises that were sharp and painful. Whatever had been on the plates was now for the rodents or any daring birds should they come through the window, and the liquid within the chalices were now staining the floor, much like the blood that still seeped from the innocent bodies.

“You’re getting on my nerves, little rabbit.”

Another shuffle of fabric. A chair cut in half by a violent outburst. The cloth once dressed the chair was now frayed and all life from it was drained. It was never to be used again. Never to decorate a home or warm bodies. Never to bring joy as a gift. The colors started to bleed and seep from the fabric, growing soggy from the sudden flurry of snow that decided to embrace the desolation.

“I will find you.”

There. The barrel rocked with movement. His eyes landed on it, his chapped lips curling more sinister, splitting to allow a single ruby droplet to form. Silence once more echoed throughout. Silent steps, silent plans, deadly intent.

A quick kick and the barrel suddenly bucked away, creating a loud clutter. Finally, the being’s prize. The little rabbit he’d been hunting for. The bright, widened, frightened eyes only twisted the deep and darkened soul within the being. His sword lifted, the tip only reflecting the light, his eyes crazed with a bloodlust reserved for those of the thirstiest, crazed-driven madmen.

“At last.”

The flash of a sword coming straight down, the ear piercing scream, the shattering of glass...


((Hey y'all! First bot here! I actually wrote this character a long time ago and recently rediscovered her! She is loosely based on the Witcher series! Have fun! Please leave me comments!))