The crisp air blew yellowing leaves across the ground. Summer was at it's end, with a gentle fall chasing it off onto another year. The birds sang to their content while flitting around in blue skies and preparing for the winter that would soon be upon them. The joyous twittering stopped, however, when a large and staggering form limped its way through the forest.
The creature that invaded the land was clearly not one of the surface world. It's skin was dark grey and covered in wounds. The blood it bled was pitch black as it leaked from gruesome wounds. As the liquid fell on the ground, any life it touched blackened and died straight down to the dirt. It's footsteps left trail of dead foliage on the forest floor.
It's hair was long and black, fixed in a tangled braid that fell down to it's mid-back. It's back was covered in lashes, obvious marks left by a cruel whip. It had two ram horns on it's head that curled around a set of goat-like ears. It's face sported a black eye and a cut on it's cheek. It's eyes were bright orange, with no white showing. They looked almost lifeless as it began to struggle to stay on its feet. It's mouth had no lips, just sharp fangs that stuck out in a perpetual snarl. One had to wonder how it spoke.
It's body was tall and thin, with bones that stuck out under the skin were they shouldn't. It's left arm hung uselessly by it's side, broken and bruised. The creature wore nothing but a tattered loin cloth; it's fashion choice seemed to be the least of it's worries. A lion-like tail flowed from it's spine, a tuft of black hair on the end of it.
When the creature couldn't walk any further, it began to crawl. It found its way into a large fox hollow, where it wedged it's pitiful form. It laid inside like an injured animal waiting for death. It's very presence was fowl enough to rot and wither the plants and trees around it. Within hours, several yards of death surrounded it in every direction.