Creative Writing: A Raid

Snores disturbed the morning peace. A big yawn and a large gust of wind russled me enough to wake me. I stretched side to side in order to shake away the nights stiffness. The cave walls were glistening with condensed barbarian breath, and old cave slime, a beautiful sight to behold. I struggled to get up, ready to enjoy the days tasks. First was a morning shower in the cavern waterfall. The cold wilderness water cascading all around always had a restorative effect on what could seem a brittle frame. Then after the shower was breakfast, fire boiled eggs and a bit of steamed moss broth. Of course not all of the morning's bounty made it where it should have, but what am I gonna do?

The mornings adventures had yet to begin. Today was going to be a raid on the almighty iron labyrinth. I shook with excitement. Tiger meat! There was no better meal for a barbarian, that was for sure. And the adventure that goes with it is always the most intense and memory worthy. Again I shook with excitement. It was time, yet there were fewer hoofbeats than normal. One... no two... no... four! Four hoofbeats. One horse, ahhh yes, not a raid but a solo adventure! Oh how I enjoy those battles. Again and again the horse's hooves fell. Finally the hrose came to rest at the entrance to the Iron Labyrinth. It was time for …show more content…
I could feel the warmth of that blood. Tiger after tiger fell, bodies rusting firm leaving only a beating heart. Rarely, oh so rarely, a haunch of the mighty tiger would resist rust, providing a meal unlike any other. Hearts were consumed and mighty shouts bellowed through the labyrinth. There were more and more grunts as axe met fanged and clawed foe. I felt heavy. Heavy with blood and bits of tiger. My lust was not yet sated though, no. More tigers fell, more to rust, until finally there was enough meat for one good adventure. Bloodied and weary I returned to the cavern. The horse by now used to the smell of blood had no reaction as he