20 Last Breath

In the death throws the boar had a faint but present enough to breath its last few sanguine breathes, in the eerie cold dark of the cave its breath was clear to see as Masons were, this was unnatural without a doubt but he pressed on but with caution.

As Mason entered the cave the air was stagnant and smelled foul, each footstep rung out through the gave causing the silence to be broken as it echoed around.

As Mason entered a cold presence beared down on him , he disregarded this he needed to deal with his quarry.

He didn't want the creature in reality to suffer but it was a necessity so he cared little to ensure his own safety, He approached the boar with methodical moments in the dark like an emissary of death coming to take its due.

Mason approached the boar who layed on the cold grey stone as if on a cutting board, Mason with effort dislodged the dagger,it gleamed crimson in the eerie light, the boars breathing spiked at that pain,all it could fell was pain and Mason needed to end it.

Mason placed the dagger on the boars spine and breathed in.

Stabbing with all of his might it cracked under the pressure and the dagger pierced cutting the spin in twain, the boar convulsed in its death throws with blood spurting out the gouging wound on its back , Though it was grim at least he dealt a painless death.

Its heart stilled and it stopped all motion. It was taken in the cold embrace of death,Mason knew he couldn't he needed to carry this beast of a thing with his condition, As the Cave was cold he could at least afford to leave it in here to recuperate as it wouldn't decompose as fast but to stave off that he slit its through.

Energies enveloped Mason, he missed this elation, As the energy flowed through him his muscles became more pronounced and visibly stronger, the exhaustion faded over him and with 3 thumps of his heart resounded like a bell in his body, After that the energy subsided. That is the feeling of being alive he mused to himself.

The crimson blood pooled and it shone in the eerie light, Mason saw something, Odd.

Mason looked at the reflection,it was a humanoid figure.

Mason raised up and took out flint and stone from his pocket, he hit it .

The sparks dimly illuminated the cave,there was something in the corner.

He approached the corner and felled around as his sight was taken away in the darkness but his hearing and sense of touch became even more acute, as he delved into the dark of the cave he hit something.

He leg kicked something leathery

He stumped at what he kicked, he quickly reached for his flint stone and lit it , What in those breath moments surprised Mason.

An emaciated corpse mummified in death lay there in a silk-like robe and what he kicked was a bag.

He needed light and there was no point trying to keep the robe as he came from the commoners and its quality will make him look like a thief if he trying to sell it if he did.

He reaches towards his flint stone and lit the cloak on fire, from what he saw as the body burned and the cloak, the cloak had iconography depicting a distorted world as its main point and gold like thread laces in each edge, The smell of flesh wafted out from the body turning to ash.

Mason opened the bag , what he took out were a book and a knife, the book was leather-bound in a fine hide, its sides etched with gold and its pages white and pristine, he didn't necessarily look at its contents as it wasn't a good time though he noted its name.

"Diary of Sir Wilhelm Magnus", Clearly this was a noble, Not like the gaudy name helped with Mason's preconceptions of the nobles in the society.

The other item was a dagger,he unsheathed it from an even guarder item than the book ,A Beautiful article emerged ,its blade was not consistent and formed in a wave till it reached a tip, double sided and ever so sharp as it gleamed in the orange light, clearly good steel to keep this quality and its hilt laced with iconography with a gleaming gem set in the guard. It felt solid but it looked like an impractical piece juxtaposing its feeling to its look.

Mason put the items back in the leather bag and put it on his back .He got a harvest from Sir Wilhelm's unfortunate demise .

Mason knew if he stayed where so much blood pooled it would be a death sentence, he picked up the boar as it blood poured out until it only dripped.

As he reached the outside he was revealed no animals have smelt the blood, he got ready to set off.

He heard a familiar voice which warmed him.

"Good Hunt "