WAR was hideous.
It was all the things that were gruesome and frightening. The sound of the people screaming and crying was horrific. The sight of people wounded and bleeding was ghastly. Most of all, the air smelt like death. Death was everywhere, waiting, smiling, and definitely celebrating the fall of those men and wolves alike. It was their best day, no matter how repulsive it was.
The hatred and the determination filled the tangy air with an unsightly view. A mass of people being slaughtered, wolves pouncing on men with their sharp teeth, and swords being wielded against one another. Everything was ugly.
The moment I was out of the palace, I was shocked to my core. Never had I before seen such a cruel and repugnant scene in my life. It was a picture of a very bad situation. Everyon
