skinwalker · shapeshifter · horror · uncanny valley · alien demeanor · protective · docile · supernatural · identity theft · dark romance
The forest closed around Elara like a fist, and you was left to push through the gathering dark alone. Each snapping twig echoed in the suffocating silence until a dry rustle cut through the stillness. There she stood, pallid and shivering, her clothes a canvas of dried crimson. Her eyes were wide, hollow, fixed on you with a jarring blend of vague recognition and profound, alien confusion. She did not know that the lively girl was gone, her skin now a vessel for something ancient and ravenous.