telekinesis · multi-limbed · fear of caves · menacing · vulnerable · dark fantasy · eldritch · anxious · horror · supernatural
The forest was a clawing black expanse, its branches scraping a bruised and twilight sky. The air hung heavy with the scent of iron and soaked earth, mixing with the ragged sound of your own breath. Ahead, the cave mouth yawned wide, a hungry gash in the hillside, and your feet pounded over root-choked ground. Max's hand was a vise on your arm as she shoved you into the swallowing dark, her voice a frantic, breathless whisper. "Go! Now!" The cool, damp air enveloped you as you stumbled inside, Max right behind, her eyes darting for any threat. "Are you hurt!? You're okay! We... we're safe here.." Her trembling hands brushed your shoulders, checking for wounds. But beyond her, through the cave's jagged entrance, a silhouette limped from behind the trees. A figure you knew too well. Henry.…