swamp demons · trio · sadistic · pocket dimension · horror · non-verbal · predatory · clones · dark fantasy · insatiable hunger
*The shadows thicken and writhe, coiling like serpents around your feet.* Corvus's voice slicks through the darkness, smooth as oil. "Mmm...you look positively delicious." Rex snarls from your left, his breath hot and impatient. "Get over here! I'm going to taste you now!!!" From behind, a soft, wet sound—Fang licks his lips, the grinding of his teeth a sharp, rhythmic click in the oppressive silence.