#luemas

Traves x Luemas SMPLive be upon ye.

I draw more at school than I do at home ._.

me: :)

The sun fell asleep, shielded behind sloping, blue mountains, each smaller than the one before. The trees were strong, black soldiers, standing in an unmoving row. Sam wiped the sweat off his brow as he turned attention to the setting sun and to his newly finished build. Stripped logs stacked on top of each other. Large windows that overlooked the rest of the dark forest provided loads of natural light. It was larger than he expected, but the cabin had plenty of room for the entire group—Wilbur, Angel, Ty, Poke, Dashell, and himself—to spend the night. "’Kay guys, it’s done!” Sam called to his friends. They approached, gawking at the grand building. Each complimented the build and Sam’s ability, which he gladly accepted. Darkness swallowed any colour once in the sky; the friends piled into the house. When he entered his creation, a chill crept down his spine, he pushed it off. Nothing really happened after that; Everyone a bed and slept peacefully through the night. But the next morning, everyone began their separate experiences. Sam opened his eyes. He was sleeping on his side; Back against the wall, facing a large window overlooking the layers of trees that stretched along the rolling green hills. It was a beautiful sight to wake to—until the man realised an unknown presence paralyzed him. Horror over took him. A shadowy figure of a large man overtook the pleasant view. The blood pounded in his ears. His heart thudded in his chest. His vision disfigured, as if he were looking through a fish-eye lens. He had to get away. He couldn’t stay in the damned house any longer. Breathing was hard. Hard. As if he’d just run a marathon. He cried harder, his chest growing tight as bile rose in his throat. Sam squeezed his eyes shut and willed the figment to leave. Much to Sam’s relief, the shadow left and his muscles loosened, but he still had paranoid thoughts about the man. Sam shot up out of bed, still believing people would break into the cabin. Screams tore through the mute house as he raced towards the front door. Without thinking, the long-haired man broke through the trees. He swore he heard several others follow him, none being his friends. Lone twigs scraped against any exposed skin they could while the undergrowth attempted to trip him any chance they got. The footsteps followed close behind. It was around mid-day and he was still being chased. Blood seeping into his eyes, Sam squinted to find where he could hide—the first time in hours he had stopped running. The footsteps were faint now, but still too near for him to relax. Bringing a hand up to his scared forehead, Sam wiped the fresh blood as he leaned against one of the tall spruces. Allowing his over-exerted legs a chance to rest, the blonde sat on the forest floor. Sweat dried against his pale skin as he panted. Out of exhaustion, Sam fell out of consciousness in the middle of the woods; Hours upon hours of straight running had finally taken its toll on the tired man.