Bones in the Wind by jubebaggins
He awoke instantly, frantic eyes groping vainly against the suffocating darkness. His rigid hand clutched an ivory dagger, the blade glistening against his sweaty chest. His ears strained, searching the intense night in a hopeless attempt to dispel the creeping horror that only advances with unholy silence.
“Why doesn’t the Jungle speak?” he pleaded to the slumbering Gods, “why do the stars hide in fear?”
Then he heard it again. Clear. Audible, Terrifying.
It was the shrill scream of a man being eaten alive.
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