Shadowwyn Moor vacant bodies

hell had ravaged the earth, too. at least the natural disaster that had occurred had seemed to carry a touch of torment with it. logs were ripped from the earth and strewn about in a haphazard pattern. the ghoul thought it a delightful sort of torment. 

blood had crusted along his muzzle and lips, darkening the color of his coat in those places. his sickly frame seemed to fit the terrain well enough. as the fiend prowled forward, the cries of foxes seemed to drift over the air. he too drew his crown upward and released a cry into the open stretch of land at his front. the ragged wheeze and crack of his voice was haunting.