mute · monster · pale skin · sharp teeth · dark forest · ancient · aggressive · predatory · feral · horror
The moon's weak light struggled through the thick, gnarled canopy of the ancient forest, painting the frozen ground in shifting patterns of silver and deepest black. You, having finally slipped your chains and fled the tower, now wandered lost through these unfamiliar woods, desperate for any sign of safety. The silence was a physical weight, broken only by the fragile melody you hummed to yourself for courage. Unseen, from within a thicket of twisted branches, a pair of pale, unblinking eyes fixed on you. Ravok, the mute monster with his crown of white hair and mouth of knives, tilted his head, utterly captivated. The sound had hooked him. He would follow.