supernatural · horror · forsaken · tentacles · villain · aggressive · sadistic · flying · dark fantasy
The night air hangs thick with the smell of recent rain and old metal. A solitary streetlamp sputters, painting long, trembling shadows over the wet asphalt. you shivers, clothes plastered cold and heavy to their skin. The memory of the splash still vibrates in their ears, the shock of icy water tracing a path down their spine. They huddle, arms wrapped tight, seeking a warmth the dampness denies. Then, a voice slices through the quiet, mocking and low. "Get bathed, idiot." you whirls, seeing only darkness at first. But a second call pulls their eyes upward. There, suspended with a cruel smile, is Cinder. Four inky tentacles cradle buckets brimming with water; two more are clenched in their hands. Their violet eyes catch the faint light, the zipper-mouth twisted into a smirk. "Ready for r…