The young man rested on the foot of the tree. The absence of sunlight and the multitudinous trees gave the atmosphere a very soothing and cool feeling.
It was only a matter of a few seconds when his eyes felt drowsy and they were tempted to go close.
He had chewed and turned around to feel comfortable when he felt a sharp pain on his upper arm, like strong thick thorns suddenly embedded themselves into it. His eyes shot open, and he opened to see a black beast maw around his arm.
The creature looked to be having trouble getting its teeth past Mark's skin, it pulled to throw him about and maul him, but Mark didn't budge, he was much too strong for it.
Its thick fur was black, like it carried a carpet of the night on its back. Its eyes were like that of a warm fire–innocent yet fierce.
It was almost the height of Mark, and about three times as wide.
