The man in bandages
It had been weeks since Oleander had been traveling over rocks and crevices, walking towards the Canyon that was called Zion National Park, a place he had heard of and wanted to go explore.
The young tribal kept up a good pace as he reach the river, looking down at the ravaging waters before continuing on, the hair on the back of his neck raising as he felt as though he was being watched, gripping onto his axe tightly.
It didn’t take long when he found what was following, as it barrelled its way towards him with sharp teeth and claws, the Yao Guai swiped at the man, causing him to jump back and slash his axe across its face.
It was a standoff, the beast and tribal circling each other, growling and snarling. The mutated bear swiped at Oleander again, claws clipping his arm and slashing into his skin like ribbons, causing Oleander to hiss out in pain and lift up his axe in retaliation, slamming the large sharp weapon on the creatures head, crushing it’s skull into the dirt.
Oleander slumped to the ground and held onto his arm, panting from the fight before turning and raising his weapon again at the man who stood before him, it was a tribal, looking at him with concern.
The tribal was called Followers Chalk, he had led Olly towards the camp to be healed, but first he had to go meet what the foreign tribal believed must have been their leader, a man called Joshua Graham, the man he now stood in front of, wrapping his bleeding arm in bandages while looking up at the other completely covered in bandages, possibly he was diseased or burnt.
“I am sorry for bleeding over your cave floor”
