homelesssmith

I step inside, the cold evening air wisping harshly at my back almost forcing me to enter. The ground below my feet trembles and shudders, convulsing in anticipation, lustfully growling in a low gutterual voice, and suddenly im aware of of them watching me...dozens of them, beady eyed and chattering, waiting to see what i'll do, if i shall stray from the path as panic grips my soul. i keep my eyes pointed ahead at the person infront of me, the back of their hood glistening dimly, still slick from cold drizzle that the world outside offered. It is then that i see it, an oppertunity, a shining prize within his fluresant grumbling cave