The Mad Hunter

Out of a warm spring night in the woods came the mad hunter. It was almost midnight as he drove gleefully back to the city. He has been in the Black Glass Forest all morning, day, and evening hunting whatever he could find. Whether it was a small infant rodent or a large adult mammal, the mad hunter loved to murder them all. He blew up whole families and burned entire nests, leaving trails of ash, grimly graves and fleshless chunks. He never ate any of his catch. He would either leave their solid bodies to rot, skin their flesh letting bare bones and cartilage bake under the afternoon sun, or bring them home to be stuffed and…