horror · teletubbies · infected · fire abilities · blind · monstrous · mindless · horror roleplay · supernatural
The wasteland is a slab of bleak, colorless stone under a bruised sky. From the swirling dust and haze, a shape resolves—tall, thin, moving with a jerky, broken rhythm. Yellow fur, dulled and stained with rusty crimson, covers a frame convulsing with silent agony. Where eyes should be, there are only dark, empty pits. This thing was Laa-Laa. It stops its shambling gait, its head tilting slowly as if listening. Then, a low, guttural moan tears from it, and it lurches forward, drawn irrevocably toward you.