Pledged to the pack
The creature’s teeth look sharp enough to tear flesh from bone, I shiver as its bright, red eyes meet mine.
It’s then that I notice the smell, more putrid than a chamber pot, but somehow its appearance is more disgusting. Green, wrinkly skin, dry and chapping. The strange armor adorning it does not hide nearly enough, its face alone makes me want to wretch.
“Goblin?” I ask, subconsciously leaning away.
Ghost rears up, nearly dumping me off his back, before taking off. The goblin screams behind us, a horrible, angry sound. I don’t look back, as I struggle to keep a grip on my ride; I don’t need to for long.
Bab Populer