(The familiar form of your grandfather slowly approaches from the deep forest, he seems off. Where his right arm hadn’t existed now sprouted a large triple joint black mass vaguely shaped as an arm ending with a giant shadowy hand with claw-like nails at its ends. On the shoulder of the new arm was an eye staring Cith down, as teeth-like growths gnashed against each other on its bicep. That same shadowy mass creeping its way up onto his face. He did not speak, he gave off the feeling of an animal on the hunt)
[ @kliffundersngg ]
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*they know this forest like their own hand, they run to the dense forest and disapears from whatever it is sight*
*they cammuflage, turns into one with the trees. Something they haven't done in a while. It triggers a slight headache, bad memories. But they cant think about it now. Theyre watching from where they cant be seen*
