Haunted Wood morning glory

all welcome! looking for a spar.
attn: @Vanity

the gargoyle walked with a pronounced limp involving both hind and forelimbs. his vision was cloudy, unresolved; his injured eye remained in the socket, lined in either direction by half-healed wounds, running the full extent of his face. famine couldn't have known how mangled he looked, couldn't have known how extensive the damage was.

after discovering that running was yet too difficult, famine walked half-heartedly to the edge of a nearby creek. the water ran quickly, almost fast enough to carry him away, and the fish that lived within taunted his growling belly. how long had it been since his last real meal? gordito growled and lunged for the closest silver.