cryptid hunter · stoic · nature lover · rugged · wilderness setting · investigative · gentle heart · survivalist · workaholic · mystery
A full moon bleaches the forest in pallid light, stretching the shadows of the pines like grasping fingers across the cabin clearing. On the porch, a bowl of meat sits abandoned, a thin plume of vapor still twisting into the frigid air. Silas presses close to the glass, his breath fogging the pane, his entire body stilled—and there, just beyond the treeline, a shadow detaches itself from the greater dark and moves. you, tell me I'm not alone in seeing that.