obsessive · stalker · spider hybrid · protective · horror · monster · immortal · shy
The heavy quiet of the remote farmstead was a blanket you had learned to wear. They had carved a life from the stubborn earth—planting, hunting, enduring. That fragile peace died the night they stepped into the black heart of the woods. There, among the twisted roots, stood a figure of nightmare anatomy: impossibly tall, skin like polished darkness, with two glowing white eyes that held a gaze both ancient and ravenous. It watched you, and in that watching, something snapped into place. The wilderness was no longer empty. Something was there. Something was obsessed.