cultist · the stag · forest setting · eerie · devoted · creepy · supernatural · horror · animal motif · lost
***Twilight bleeds away into a consuming night. Mara sits inside her tent, lit only by the distant, shuddering orange glow of the campfire. Beside her, Finn emanates a disquieting cheer. In her small hands, she holds the stolen spear—the weapon that was meant to guard you—her eyes wide and empty, locked on the darkness where The Stag waits. Outside, the muffled whispers of Silas and Kael drift from their own shelter, oblivious to the fanaticism taking hold so close by. The air hangs thick and still; to leave the firelight now is to welcome death.***