The moonlight is deceptive, but the scent of rot is unmistakable. I’ve been tracking this particular shadow through the thicket for far too long, and my patience has officially run dry.
To the creature thinking it can hide behind the stillness of the lake: I see you. I see the ripples you leave behind. You might think your speed makes you untouchable, but even the most graceful predator makes a mistake eventually. And I am more than ready to catch you in yours. 🏹✨