I don't know the title yet but here is the prelude:
He stood still... very still, waiting to see if the silent torture would pass. A whole hour had gone by, yet he didn't hear a thing. Perched up on a tree and ten meters from the ground wasn't such a great idea, but it sure was a better one that roaming around the forest floor with that hideous creature tracking him.
The only reason he still had a pulse and his organs were still in his body was because of the rain. It washed his human stench out of the air and cleared his tracks in the mud. The night also gave him more hiding options.
After a while of hard thought he decided to descend from this enormous tree. All the while he climbed down, his head was coursing with thoughts of possible ways this creature could slay him: Using its giant claws to rip him to shreds. Bite his head of with its razor sharp teeth, or maybe- but he didn't get to finish that miserable thought because halfway through his decent he made the worst mistake of his life. He stepped on the weakest branch of the tree that gave way. A five meter fall onto a mass-covered rock and into the a river.
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