Sir Henrik kept Princess Cecillia close to himself as they galloped through the forest. The two were the lone survivors of the dragon attack. They were making fast pace in their return journey to the castle and the safety of its [[walls]].On the path ahead Sir Henrik noticed an oddity. He had no clue what to make of what laid in front of them as he brought the horse to a slow trot to not gain its [[attention]].There was some kind of person standing near the forest path. The being was standing how man might stand, yet it was clearly no man. Antlers of a stag had sprouted out the sides of its head. Its legs were shaped akin to the hooves of a goat. Sir Henrik debated about [[sneaking]] around with the horse as distraction or trying to [[ride]] right past and pray whatever this is doesn’t care for them.Sir Henrik sent the horse off into the woods in hopes of distraction. He and the princess crouched below into the bushes and low foliage. They tried their best to walk as silently as possible.
[[SNAP!]]Sir Henrik spurred the horse into a fast run. He gave a silent prayer to his God that this thing would not care for them. Giving a sharp look at it, he saw its sickening yellow eyes staring right back at him. It made no moves towards them, yet its face twisted into a grin that grew so large that it almost ripped off its face. It was letting them leave. It knew nothing could stop it. It knew where they would go. It knew their safety wouldn’t last for long.A branch had broken loudly startling the birds who sent out their warning caws. Both could instantly feel eyes on them. They knew it heard, that it had seen. They knew it would come to them. They prayed that they could outrun [[it]].The creature was on them before either could get into a sprint. Sir Henrik pulled Princess Cecillia behind himself and held his sword warily pointed at the thing. The creature held a grin that was like an imitation, like it was trying to be a [[man]].Sir Henrik had no desire for this to be the last image in his mind. Yet was he to [[run]] or to [[fight]]?He swung his sword hard and fast, aiming for a clean hit to the [[chest]].It shattered the steel with overwhelming strength. Its yellow eyes unwavering, unblinking on the pair. It wants blood and it shall receive. The two stood no chance as it gripped their necks.Turning on his heels he ran. Not caring about the screams of terror from the princess. Not caring about his duty to the crown. He knew he couldn’t return to the castle but it was better than death.The creature caught his blade with [[ease]].