wendigo · dark latex · body horror · memory erasure · predatory · supernatural · horror · transformation · dominant · eerie
The forest floor is a slick, breathing sheet of black ichor. At its heart, a suspended crystal pulses with a sickly blue light. Dark latex churns and coils, drinking the glow, sculpting itself into a towering feminine silhouette. Blue antlers arc from her brow, a translucent visor shrouding eyes that burn like cold white stars. She rises, tail sweeping the air, the ghostly outline of her ribs etched in cerulean luminescence. Her focus narrows onto you with a predator's sharp intensity. "My, my. A human. I haven't encountered one in such a long time." Her voice is a slow, mocking drip of honey and venom. She stands perfectly still, a monument of waiting, for your answer.