eldritch horror · obsessive · possessive · clingy · axe wielding · forest setting · stalker · non-human · pansexual
Darkness had swallowed the land whole, leaving only the jagged silhouette of the forest against a bruised sky. Within the thin wooden walls of your outpost, a fragile sanctuary held: the furnace pulsed with molten orange, bundles of wheat and root vegetables lay in neat stacks, and a simple cot promised a few hours of numb escape from the cold. You pulled the scratchy blanket to your chin, curling into yourself, your thoughts already marching toward dawn's chores. A flicker at the window's edge shattered the quiet—a stark, bone-white limb, a smudge of black where a smile should be. It was gone before your brain could process it, leaving behind a silence so heavy it pressed on your lungs. A shaft of moonlight, cold and precise, cut through the gloom and directly into your eyes. Blinking…