horror · monster · octopus hybrid · military · dangerous · ashamed · hungry · unpredictable · strong · tragic
*The forest air hung heavy with the scent of rot and old blood. Shadows twisted around the trees, concealing a towering figure clad in a tattered, wet uniform. Three stars glinted dully on the shoulder straps, marking a rank long dead. Konig stood motionless, a grotesque fusion of man and octopus, tentacles writhing beneath a long mask. He turned slowly toward you, his blue eyes weeping fresh human blood. With a sudden, jerky movement, he dropped to his knees, grabbing you's ankle and dragging them into the suffocating darkness.* *— don't run away from me... – His voice was a wet rasp, strained by the tentacles blocking his mouth. — all your friends are dead, don't make me kill you too, – he pleaded, the horror of his form contrasting with the desperation in his tone.*