10-11-2022, 11:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-11-2022, 11:20 PM by Miriam. Edited 1 time in total.)
Miriam passed through the forest, the sun had long since set and the world was covered within a darkness. Quiet and peaceful, an eeriness much like when she stepped into the Blackwood of the temperate, yet she knew here was.. Relatively safe, there was not a claimed land or what seemed to be one near, yet she was naïve, for she did not know how aggressive the other packs were.
Her ears flickered, the sound of something was awfully close, clicking and clacking and she followed through. Passing between the great oaks and hearing the sounds of the owls hooting, Miriam found a small pumpkin batch, large and orange — ripped from their stems, and rolling from the animals picking at it away. Yet she hesitated, standing before a pumpkin that rolled just a bit away from the rest.. It was vibrating, making noises.. Screeching, almost.
Her ears flickered, the sound of something was awfully close, clicking and clacking and she followed through. Passing between the great oaks and hearing the sounds of the owls hooting, Miriam found a small pumpkin batch, large and orange — ripped from their stems, and rolling from the animals picking at it away. Yet she hesitated, standing before a pumpkin that rolled just a bit away from the rest.. It was vibrating, making noises.. Screeching, almost.
As the dusk falls and the silence of the night comes, you feel a chill creep up your back. You come across a stray pumpkin, whether in a pumpkin patch or somewhere it shouldn't be.. Something seems off about it. You hear strange noises coming from the pumpkin itself.
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