There's this sound that barely touches your ear. It trickles in your nose hairs, but you don't know what it could be. You stare out into the thick black night, standing near a torch, looking up, as there was movement in the bushes on the other side of the wall. Or was there?
You are pissed, as the demons on the other side try to get into the fort since days and do not leave you a single fucking quiet and peaceful watch - again.
It is cold and unfriendly outside and the chill wind is slightly ruffling the fur at your neck, while the torch only spends little warmth. You drag your cloak a bit closer, feeling the fur brushing your chin gently like a soft hand.
This will be another hard night.
You sigh deeply and draw your sword, making a demonic grimace towards the evil that is lurking outside, ready to attack whatever breaks out of those bushes.
