His breaths came out in panicked bursts barely making it through the forest, he wasn’t usually this slow. Although the huge gash on his side sure did effect the state of his body at the moment, Ambrose felt the warmth of his crimson blood soak the right side of what was once his prim perfect suit.

“….augh….” A groan of pain bubbled up in his throat eyes squinting, one hand held to his wound. The rain poured down in a aggressive downpour, how did this go gravely wrong? Well maybe Ambrose should have listened to his father when he told him not to go into the cursed forest.

And maybe he wouldn’t be bleeding hoping that whatever absurdly large animal that roughed him up wasn’t following after him- or was that even a animal? Far to large and it sounded almost demonic!

He was so caught up in his thoughts and attempting to run his boot caught on a branch and he went tumbling down violently to the soaked forest floor, the cold muddy water soaking him further.

Just as he was laying there in defeat about to accept his painful fate, through his blurry vision and the rain pounding down on him. A sudden shadow was cast over him.

“mghnm- don’t-… do-don’t hurt me” he coughed out holding a shaky hand out as {{user}}, a unfamiliar figure stood over him.