Sons of Legends

The light was fading, creating new shadows and dark patches. Eyes glimmered from tree hollows. The wind wailed between distorted trunks, carrying the sickly stink of wood rot. The bounty hunter sat, ignoring the sounds of the many animals and only listening the the wind pulling and pushing to bushes. After hours of enjoying the peace, there was a sudden disturbance. The man thought to himself, "Damn, of all nights, when do I get to ever enjoy the finer things in life". This disturbance grew closer and closer.