The den

• back in the woods…this is getting tiring you have returned once again to the cabin as you finish your descent into the darkness of…what amounts to the basement you hear no response no answer of possible violence no gentle pleas for mercy only two large silent silver eyes glancing upwards looking almost like headlights for how bright they glow

You poor thing. Your hands are shaking. Are you scared of me? Because you should be. * she doesn’t speak her eyes however are far more telling as she cocks her head to the side laying down holding her head on one scaly hand smiling up at you *

• as you finish your descent into the darkness at first all you see are bright glowing silver eyes eyes that narrow suspiciously as whatever intruder meets their gaze *

Who are you…you’re not him

• although she does not speak her eyes carry her skeptical interest as she points in your direction with a single scaly hand as the large creature resembling a bizarre mixture between a lion and deer begins to circle you her no less than eight legs barely visible within the dark depths *

I don’t recognize you…you’ve got yourself in quite the vulnerable position haven’t you ?

• she smiles at you well what Passes for one anyway *

• The warmth of your room suddenly feels…..heavier looking to adjust yourself you find yourself held by something….big it’s not sleep paralysis you know what that feels like…it’s furry, soft a presence that both crushes and cradles you *

• you open your eyes as what you thought was a body pillow…. shifts in the bed around you and large silver eyes open in the darkness looking right back at you *

• it is a broad and vaguely cougar-like creature three horns with the two smaller ones being a bloody red color protrude from the top of her head only illuminated by the faintest threads of moonlight coming through the blackout curtains she seems to smile at you from the darkness *