Tuktu Weir There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

my apologies for the wait on this.

the ghoul had wandered after his encounter with the dark-haired woman. she had escaped his clutches and he had punished himself thoroughly for having allowed such a thing to happen. he knew that he would never know freedom from hell if he did not satisfy the devil's wants. he had starved himself for three days. he had felt the pangs of hunger in the pit of his gut until he could not withstand any more and only then had he allowed himself to partake of a small morsel. the reaper would not allow himself to thrive untill he had taken his first life. 

along the edges of the water, he had stopped to drink. his breath was still ragged and wheezing from the back of his throat. his inkjet gaze wandered until it caught sight of a strange figure in pursuit of a beaver. it was not with interest that he followed the interaction, but merely an inability to pry his gaze from the sight. the looming wraith stood on the edge of the hunt with a calculated stare and a cold mien.