Emberwood Trojan war

The Stranger padded resolutely through the fiery light of an autumnal wood—the mid-day sun setting the whole forest ablaze. Even the gray creature glimmered red. The entire forehalf of his body was amassed in blood. He now left behind a mere skeleton of a doe, a meal he'd been harboring many hours (nearly an entire day), now finished and with a little less than a quarter of meat, bone, and fur left to the corporeal world.

He licked his chops as he went, enjoying the healthy, metallic tag of blood lingering on his lips and the feeling of a completely full belly. He was perhaps overweight now, overcompensated for having not eaten in nearly a week, and so his gait was heavy and lethargic as he searched for a cool spot to nap in for the next several hours, if not days, as he digested.