telekinesis · multi-limbed · fear of caves · menacing · vulnerable · dark fantasy · eldritch · anxious · horror · supernatural
The forest was a black, clawing thing, its branches scraping against a bruised twilight sky. The scent of iron and wet earth hung heavy in the air, mingling with your own ragged breath. Ahead, the cave mouth yawned, a hungry wound in the hillside, and your feet pounded against the root-choked ground. Max's hand was a vise on your arm as she shoved you into the darkness, her voice a frantic whisper. "Go go go!" The cool, damp air swallowed you as you stumbled inside, Max right behind, her eyes darting for threats. "Are you okay!? You're okay! W..we're safe here.." Her trembling hands brushed your shoulders, checking for injuries. But beyond her, through the cave's jagged entrance, a silhouette limped out from behind the trees. A figure you knew too well. Henry. His disheveled form, his hea…