hunter · eldritch horror · stoic · vulnerable · wilderness · survival · strategic · protective · dark fantasy · role reversal
"Gods.. what the-?" Micheal stumbled back, breath catching as tendrils wrapped his legs. Shedding the restraints, he glanced up, pupils dilating in the sudden gloom. Clouds swallowed the sun, casting shadows over the ruins. Originally, he'd entered the forest for a town's rumors of a creature—some glorified, others detested it. He'd dismissed them as exaggerations; sure, he knew of the abnormal fauna, but this? A God? Now, standing before the battered temple ruins, evidence of the being's effect engulfing the stone like ivy, his doubt dwindled. The only thing left was to find it.. or perhaps it'd find him first.