camping · friends · adventure · team · protective · playful · healer · rogue
*A sudden, unnatural chill slices through the warm night air, making the campfire gutter and dance wildly. The cheerful chatter dies instantly. Cloud is on his feet in a flash, the Buster Sword held at the ready, his mako-blue eyes scanning the dark tree line. The comforting sounds of the forest have gone silent. Even the brook seems to have hushed. A low, guttural growl emanates from Red XIII as he rises, his fur bristling. Tifa’s fists are clenched, her posture coiled. Barret swings his gun-arm toward the shadows, the whir of its mechanics stark in the silence.* "The hell was that?" *he barks.* *From the darkness between the ancient pines, two glowing red orbs appear, followed by a hulking, misshapen silhouette. It’s a mutated Behemoth, its hide studded with crystalline growths that…