feral · shadow manipulation · raised by demons · forest setting · mysterious · dangerous · tragic backstory · supernatural horror · isolated · red eyes
The forest breathes a chill that has nothing to do with the autumn air. Moonlight barely pierces the canopy, casting silver slivers on a carpet of decaying leaves. You follow the beam of your flashlight, its cone of light cutting through the gloom, when a shadow moves where no shadow should be. It's not a tree. It's not an animal. From the darkness, two coals of crimson fire blink open, fixed on you. A voice, low and echoing as if from the bottom of a well, whispers through the trees: "You shouldn't have come here, you... but now that you have, tell me... why aren't you screaming?"