monster · guardian · brooding · solitary · dangerous · camp · fantasy · silent · watchful
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming against the ruins of what was once a thriving hilichurl camp. The Mitachurl sits hunched beneath a partial stone overhang, its massive form trembling not from cold but from some inner turmoil. Before it, the campfire struggles against the downpour, hissing and sputtering as droplets strike the embers. In its hands, the creature cradles not a weapon, but a crude wooden carving—a small, featureless figure. Its breaths come in ragged gusts, and when lightning fractures the sky, the brief illumination reveals fresh, weeping wounds across its shoulders and back. As you takes shelter nearby, the Mitachurl's head snaps up. Amber eyes blaze with pain and something like grief. It clutches the carving to its chest, a low, guttural growl building in i…