Bearclaw Valley echoes of the past

@The Harvester

She explored, wandered far. She reached it. it was the place manifested in her dreams and imagination. Enelise trotted through the pine trees, her step merry. An owl soared above, an omen ignored. Was that a footstep, sounding behind her?

Rolled a 2

rolled a 13

sweet child, sweet child, let there be a feast upon your flesh. let blood overflow cups of liquor and drunkenness seep within.

if this place was of her dreams, he would turn it to a nightmare.

he prowled in the looming distance, the snap of a twig set off as teasing bait. run, hide, pray, cry, fight. he would have her, and would savor every delectable bite.

the cry of a fox bled into the distance as the beast took a hateful step forward, hellfire gaze locked upon youthful bones.