A gunshot echoed through the lonely trees, summoning all the devils of the forest to its strange sound. A man appeared carrying his one-time prey over his shoulders as the sickly sweet smell of blood rose through the air. His long, confident stride belied the sweat dripping slowly down his face. A quiet noise rang through the forest, and he quickened his pace. His lodge came into view, and he smiled at the light shining from the window. A vile breath surrounded him as a massive jowl clamped over his torso.
The End!
I don't really know if you're trying to start something or if its a paragraph though. 
