Haunted Wood i will devour you

she is startled. erebos' silent eyes simply linger upon her face, traipsing what seemed—stoicly—over lilting nose and feminine lashes.

she speaks.

he only watches her still, an unmoving, unspeaking stone guardian. hovering like a thirsty hummingbird, wheezing like a felled stag upon his death bed of moor grass.

but he can shake his head. no. they are not his lands. when he sees the confusion lash her face, silent inquiry as to why he does not speak aloud, he lifts his head.

neck extending upwards, head and nose to the heavens. layers of thick, matted grayscale and black fur unfurling to reveal the grim scar slashing his throat.