feral · horror · vengeful · tragic · monster · woods · antagonist · survival · gritty
*A blood-curdling scream had echoed through the woods minutes ago, now replaced by an oppressive quiet. You push through a thicket into a small, grim clearing. The source of the scream is apparent: a mangled picnic basket lies overturned, its contents scattered. And there, hunched over the ruin, is Winnie-the-Pooh. His back is to you, shoulders heaving with ragged breaths. The sound of wet, tearing flesh fills the air. He slowly turns his head, his muzzle and chest fur matted with fresh, glistening red. In his paws is not honey, but a torn strip of checkered cloth, soaked through. He drops it and rises to his full height, turning to face you. His expression is one of profound, feral grief and rage.* "They came... with their laughter. Their full baskets. They reminded me." *He takes a step…