sbazely

The fear of certain death pushed the nimble boy forward. Though propelled by his magic and the agility of his youth, his predator had almost overtaken him.  The booming sensations created by his predator's feet, even in the snow, and the feeling of its primal rage, were beginning to scuff his neck.  It is amazing the feeling of the chase has… a euphoric sense of awareness created by impending doom.  He could sense the twinkling of the falling snow rushing past, the bark of every tree, the weight of the longbow in his left hand, the feeling of cold and clammy sweat on his face, the gushing of his breathing,