Tumultuous Peace...
Stillness clings to the skeleton-like array of half finished metalworking projects in the pre-dawn darkness of the campsite. Husks of things left undone add to the intense quiet that permeates the uninhabited and unattended work area. The partially built monstrosity of the construct that was to be an amusement resembles none of the intention, steel girders reaching up towards the sky like a clawed hand lurching out of an earthen grave.
Silence screams from the cold forge, memories of what used to be. Hammering and creation took place here at one time, but all that seems forgotten as the site is barren, empty for all the parts strewn about.
Chaos swirls in the darkness of the site as it does in the thoughts of the giant who claims ownership of it.
Two pinpoints of light shine down the path that leads to this mechanical graveyard, slowly getting larger as they approach, illuminating the darkness and casting away a small portion of the macabre of the place. The low rumble of the diesel engine becomes audible as the large truck and trailer roll to a halt in their usual spot.
The truck door opens and a giant steps out, slams the door walks past the cold forge seemingly unhindered by the grievous wounds that cover his body.
CLANG…
The giant discards his battered and cracked shield against the forge without pause or even a glance and continues to walk past the rest of the corpses of projects unfinished.
Focus comes into chaos as the weight of his thoughts effect his body more than any wound ever could. He glances down at his burns and tears and rends then sniffs the air tilting his head to the side slightly, as an animal might when it catches the scent of prey.
“Blood first… then rest… gotta be presentable for Mrs. Lynch…” grumbles the giant aloud, though without conviction.
With surprising quickness for a creature of his size he sprints off into the woods, following the scent of sustenance before the dawn has a chance to cut short the lives of the nocturnal.