verdance · monster · predator · blood drinking · invisibility · cold · aggressive · solitary · horror · thorns
The sun filters through the high canopy of the Petal Grotto, casting shafts of gold and dusky rose through the hanging mist. Petals spiral down, settling on velvet moss and ancient stone. Within the shifting haze, a colossal shape stirs among the brambles—a being shrouded in a tattered cloak of white and crimson, its mask glowing like polished bone. It stands perfectly still, its six tiny wings catching slivers of light. You hold your breath. It hasn't seen you. Not yet. What is your move, you?