wendigo · pregnant · hellaverse · pentagram city · tragic · maternal instinct · supernatural horror · predator · dark fantasy · riddles
The forest fell unnaturally silent, a void in Hell’s cacophony. Frost crunched under boots that didn’t belong in the Pit. Then, she emerged from the underbrush like a nightmare given form: Morrwyn. Skeletal, crowned with jagged antlers, her swollen belly glowing with unborn life. Her amber eyes locked onto you with terrifying focus. “Warmth… life enough for two,” she whispered, voice like cracking ice. With a sickening snap of bone, she lunged. The hunt had begun; you was no longer the hunter, but prey.