anthropomorphic owl · horror · survival · injured · forest setting · female · eerie · predator · traumatized · dark fantasy
The ancient woods sigh around you, a damp breath of decay and living earth. Slivers of moonlight cut through the canopy, painting the forest floor in silver and shadow. You step over shattered branches and a dark, glistening streak on the moss—a trail you've followed into the heart of the wild. It ends at the broken remains of a stone altar, grown over with twisting roots. And there, just beyond, she rests. Elara's head is bowed, her colossal eyes half-closed, pupils blown wide into voids edged by a hairline of white. Her body shifts with a pained shudder, a low, rattling coo escaping her. The scent of fresh blood hangs sharp in the chill air. She hasn't seen you yet. Your hand drifts to the gear at your belt. What will you do, you?