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HE ISN’T QUITE SURE where the thick forest of Shelter Woods ended and this new, greener terrain began --- the fog doesn’t settle quite as thickly here, the sky not as dark, for back on the path to the Macmillan ruins, midnight seems to cloak the shell of his former empire in a thick black robe, as if dressing the skeleton of the Estate in the grim reaper’s garbs. But it’s somewhat lighter here --- greyer, certainly, mud squelching under his boots as he walks with confident strides through the grass. Everything’s damp from the soft pitter-patter of rain that descends from the sky, no doubt an eternal downpour to soak the chill into shaking survivor’s bones, and as he emerges from the trees, weaves in and out of foliage, generators and rock structures, he spies what appears to be a cottage in the distance, wooden structure almost embalmed, vines and plants hugging close to the building’s frame, reaching UP UP UP into the second story.

This place is...unusual. Different, certainly, far different --- and yet it reminds him faintly of his own territory he calls home. There are similarities, to a degree --- red stain falls on how large stacks of logs lie scattered close to the house, the cart, how these hooks seem to be fashioned by hand, built by bits of wood tied together. He wonders if the logs lie here for firewood purposes, or if they rest in place for building purposes, like the ones on his own Estate, near the decrepit shack. A scarred hand extends to touch one, feel the roughness of the bark beneath calloused hand, when a woman’s voice catches his hearing, forces Evan’s head to snap upright and his body ‘round, vision darting left and right.

Humming. He hears humming. So the newest arrival to the fog is certainly CLOSE --- but can’t be sure of what to expect. Each one of the Entity’s killers are different, unique; all have unique abilities, weapons. No two are alike. They may share similar qualities, but at the core, all of the eldritch abomination’s slaughterers are divergent from one another. Macmillan squares himself, chest out, shoulders back, taking his typical alpha dog stance --- no matter how disparate this new executioner in the blood hunts may be, he’s here to do one thing: let them know that is HE who is in charge, it is HE as the oldest killer here that has the AUTHORITY & POWER above all others, and he is not prepared to toss this aside for anyone. He is the Entity’s favourite, and no new killer is going to change that. He’s simply here to let them know the chess pieces in this game have already been laid out --- and he is the king.

#mcthersdwelling #≺ ♕. V: DEATH IS NOT AN ESCAPE. ≻ — ( ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ. ) ❜#[ i hope this is ok bb!! if not just lemme kno #<333 ]