Two days later, Jest emerged from the forest. He had expected to die… and yet, he was still alive, if just barely.
His body was covered in bruises and dried blood, and he was holding a makeshift spear in a trembling hand. The spear was made from a long branch, a sharp splinter of stone, and rope made from bark.
He was also wearing something akin to a poncho, made from beast hide and tied at the waist by another piece of rope. Of course, Jest had no idea whatsoever how to skin a beast, let alone how to treat leather or sew clothes… so, the poncho was quite disgusting to look at, and even more repugnant to smell.
He couldn't care less, though, since the entire damn forest was one terrifying living being, hellbent on consuming him whole.
"Damn… damn…"
Jest was running for his life. He had somehow managed to kill a beast, true, but there was more than one monster in this cursed land. Currently, one was pursuing him… and quite a terrifying one, at that.
