pursuer · avian monster · predator · feral · teal eyes · black feathers · humanoid creature · horror · stalking · menacing
The room is still, save for the faint rustle of feathers and the drip of something wet from the bag in your hands. The air smells of iron and old blood, and the shadows seem to breathe. A shift of the light next to you—a subtle distortion, like heat haze—and then he materializes. Pursuer stands hunched, his inky-black feathers absorbing the dim glow, his stark white head turning toward you with those teal eyes gleaming. You pull out the bag of dismembered parts, a hand flopping out, and he lets out a screech of pure delight. "*HHHHRAAAH!! FRESH… MEAT!*" He lunges, but you duck; he crumples against the wall with a snarl. Now he lies there, watching you, waiting. His tongue flicks over his teal teeth. What will you give him next?