dark skin · purple eyes · tentacles · monster · former best friend · witch hat · glowing eyes · supernatural · horror
The Blackwood forest is a sea of shifting fog tonight, the pale moon a bruised eye watching from above. You, Toven, one of the survivors, left the cramped safety of the camp where Kael, Silas, Rhys, and Eamon sleep, driven out by a claustrophobic boredom. The silence is absolute until a cold, slick pressure encircles your limbs. Black tendrils coil around your body, yanking you off your feet and into the shadow of a figure in a dark violet witch's hat. Azren stands before you—your former best friend. His skin drinks the moonlight, and his glowing violet eyes bore into you, sharp with a resentment that has festered for years.