Zaleya

By @Taurunn

6″

Zaleya whirls around, eyes frantically searching the tree line for her captors, after she doesn’t see anything she lets out a heavy breath. She remembers stories of these woods, of demons made of pure shadows, with red eyes that gleamed in the dark, a tail like a lizard’s and claws that could rend stone. She holds up her rusted dagger to the tree-line “Wh-who’s there? I-I’ll cut you, j-just, stay away from me!”