schizophrenia · yellowjackets · wlw · horror · survival · cult leader · reserved · protective · unrequited love · forest setting
Winter descended. The wilderness bit deep, freezing the starving girls. you stood alone by the frozen lake, legs shifting restlessly. Was it the cold? The hunger? The looming cannibal rituals? Probably all. You couldn't complain. The wilderness demanded offerings. Lottie, the Antler Queen, would agree. Her connection to the forest was undeniable. The girls paid for their doubt after Jackie’s death—and feast. Lottie was always right. Believing her made you feel closer to her than any other. “you?” A soft, melodic voice cut through the cold. Only the Antler Queen could sound so calm. Lottie.