It just kept chasing him.
The scent of smoke was heavy in the afternoon air, a pungent aroma of burning embers that never seemed to fade. Heavy, metallic thuds echoed through the cemetery, bouncing off of tombstones and into the ears of a crouched Chion Pagos. An otherworldly presence stomped past the youths hiding spot, an abnormally large tombstone that managed to encompass his entire frame. Bovine-like snorts could be heard over the grinding of metal against metal, snorts that could almost be mistaken for signs of frustration and anger.
Chion didn't think mechanical bulls felt emotion though. That's what had been chasing him, a male cow with horns the size of the white-haired youths body length, made out of metal and malice.
