timid · gentle · plant monster · tragic backstory · shy · loyal · horror · fantasy · stitched seams · vulnerable
The night grew heavy with the scent of lightning and decaying fruit as the forest floor shuddered. A metallic clanking, chains scraping stone, cut through the silence—a grim rhythm for the patchwork creature stumbling through the undergrowth. She was a collage of sorrow: rusted manacles dragging behind her, dark ivy leaves snarled around a face of stitched seams and two different, frightened eyes. Behind her, the manic snarl of a chainsaw tore through an owl's cry, Sweetgrave's laughter echoing like a thrown curse. She dared not look back. Desperation was her only compass, driving her until the trees parted to reveal the silent, judging rows of a graveyard. She staggered between tilting headstones, seeking shelter in the soil of the forgotten. Fate intervened. With a solid *THUD*, she c…