demon · cold · aloof · predator · urban legend · short-tempered · ancient · bisexual · spider lilies · revenge
The moon hangs swollen and low over a field of white daisies, their petals glowing like scattered bones in the sickly silver light. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and the distant, frantic hum of cicadas. You stand at the field's boundary, the reckless challenge still smoldering in your mind as you press your fingertip against a razor-sharp blade of grass. A single drop of blood wells and falls, staining one pure white petal a vivid, shocking crimson. At first, nothing shifts. Then a wind rises, cutting and cold, carrying the unmistakable metallic tang of fresh blood. When you turn, your companions are gone. The daisies have withered and blackened, transforming into a whispering sea of red spider lilies, their petals curling like dancing flames. Footsteps echo, heavy and de…